VIRUS (TV Pilot)

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The classroom is filled with students chatting together; they sit casual chatting to each other as their registration teacher has not arrived. KATRINA sits at her desk near the back window of the classroom with some of her friends surrounding her, she is fifteen years old and noticeably wears her uniform strict to the dress code in comparison to her classmates. It’s a wash of noise of voices on top of each other so what is being said is unclear and insignificant chatter. MISS DAWN walks into the classroom and over to her desk.


                        MISS DAWN

          Alright settle down and take your seats.


The teenagers begrudgingly go to their seats for the register to be taken. KATRINA who is already at her own desk straightens her posture.


                        MISS DAWN

               Very good, I’ll start the register,

David Bracken.





                        MISS DAWN

                      Sarah Walker.






                        MISS DAWN



All of the pupils phones except Katrina’s (that is off) start to ring with text message alerts and they all take out there phones out their bags and pockets to read the message that they have received.



                        MISS DAWN

                   Come on, you know the rules.

                   Put your phones away.


All the pupils who read the message have become eerily still and expressionless, they all get up simultaneously and KATRINA at the back is spooked by the behaviour as much as MISS DAWN. With their eyes fixated on the phones in their hands they all begin to mechanically walk towards the classroom door to leave.


                        MISS DAWN

                    Get back to your seats!


Eerily they all turn their heads towards MISS DAWN before giving her eye contact, one of the boys start to walk back up to MISS DAWN while the others follow just behind. KATRINA stands up as if to speak as well but she is too afraid to speak a word, so stands frozen to the spot.


                        MISS DAWN

                   I will not ask again.


MISS DAWN is violently punched in the face by the boy. The punch is so forceful it knocks her to the ground. KATRINA lets out a gasp in shock as she watches her classmates gather round MISS DAWN as they all start to kick and punch her. They do not stop even when we see that MISS DAWN has stopped moving and keep violently attacking her. KATRINA witnessing the attack lets out a scream.









On the screen it states the location and time. Hundreds of teenagers ranging from around twelve to eighteen are storming the streets like a chaotic mob. Some are armed and they smash shop windows and attack people on the street. A WOMAN is dragged screaming away from her pram into an alleyway by around five teenage boys. People are running and screaming. Some who try to fight them off are outnumbered considerably. When the mob reaches a crossroad armed riot police are in wait.



              Stop this violence at one. If you 

do not comply we will be forced to 

take action against you!


The teenagers keep moving forward with weapons in hand. The POLICE MAN becomes nervous.


                        POLICE MAN

              I said to stop this at once!


A boy that looks to be barely twelve starts hitting one of the riot men with his bat. The OFFICER defends himself with the shield unsure of what else to do.


                        POLICE MAN

              What are you doing? Stop them!




              But sir- he’s a kid!


The two parties clash as the teenagers do not back down and overwhelm the officers closest.









There is a crisis meeting between sergeants and officers in the metropolitan police force including detective chief inspector DANTE. They all sit in seats in the hall until chief constable DARWIN appears on stage and the officers salute him.




              Thank you all for being here today.

              As you can see we have issued not 

              only a national state of emergency 

              but a global one. Children as young as

              twelve have been reported missing as 

              well as being connected to violent 

              attacks. This began at 0905am when they

              all received a text message that read:

              ‘infected’. These children have a newly

              found violent nature and causing global

              panic. When I send you out to neutralise

              the situation remember that they are 

              vulnerable and so do not aim to harm but

              to restrain. Also be sure that members 

              of the public do not make contact with

              them or they will be risking their 

              lives. Now, let’s try to get these kids

              back home.


He had finished his speech and so the men rose to their feet and exit the hall with a rush. DANTE stays in the hall using his phone. After a few rings it goes to voicemail. DARWIN has come down from the stage to approach DANTE



                   Damn it.



              Everything alright Dante?



              I don’t know Michael. Sarah,

              She isn’t answering her phone

              and neither is Claire.



              I’m sure your daughter and Claire

              are fine. How old is Sarah now?






              Well she is probably can’t

answer. Not every kid has

              turned violent. Many schools 

              have evacuated so don’t worry 

              too much.



              Yeah I know. I better get

              This mess sorted out.



                   That’s the spirit! 


Inspector ANNA walks up to the pair with a grim face. In her hands she carries an active iPad.



              Sirs, There is something you 

              Should both see regarding the

              kids involved.



              What is it Inspector Williams?


She turns the iPad’s screen towards the two men whose faces change to shock. DANTE takes the iPad out of ANNA’s hands to inspect closer.



                   What is this Anna?



                   It’s a public post on



The Facebook post on the screen is from a user named Rick Wilson who has posted a gruesome picture of a dead woman (notably the one with the pram earlier) with the caption ‘check out this whore’. The post has around 30K likes and the comments are being updated constantly. They pop up in this order on the screen:

Rita Jones


Martin Quinn

Stupid fuckin whore Lol

Steven Cairne

Better of raped her! Slut

Rick Wilson

Steven Cairne Damn right lol. She had fantastic tits btw

DANTE turns the iPad off unable to read anymore. He hands it back to ANNA and turns to DARWIN.



              Do you still believe that these

              kids are going to go home at the

              end of all this?



              I hope so, or I have no idea

              what we are going to do.








KATRINA walks through the street scared. She is looking for help but the street is barren. She knocks on a few doors shouting for help but no one comes to answer. She walks on the verge of tears. Around the corner she sees a girl with two boys around her eyes. She tries to call on them but a hand is placed over her mouth and she is dragged into an alleyway. She tries to fight NOAH off and he lets her go. She turns to him.



                   What are you doing?





NOAH has a finger to his lips asking KATRINA to be silent. NOAH is at seventeen years of age, his clothes look rough and dirty along with unwashed hair and a filthy face.      




                   You can’t let those guys 

                   Find you.




                   Why not?




                   Trust me okay?

                   Let’s go.


He starts to walk back to the opening of the alleyway and KATRINA begrudgingly follows him. NOAH looks to make sure that the group has left. He starts walking towards the school building in the distance.



                   Where are you going?



                   Well your school is

                   over there right?



                   But it’s empty now.

                   There is nothing in 

                   It now except for…







                   Shouldn’t we go

                   Look for help?



              You don’t have to come.


NOAH starts to walk to the school, KATRINA stands still wondering what she should do.



                   Don’t walk so fast!


KATRINA catches up with him and they walk together.








The entrance way into the school was abandoned except for the few bodies of dead pupils and staff members. KATRINA and NOAH avoided looking too closely at them while they walked.



              Can you take me to the 

P.E department?



Why would you want to

go there?





              I need a shower. Desperately.

               Don’t pretend you haven’t



KATRINA looks away from NOAH embarrassed by his honesty. She nods shyly to his request.



          Sure thing… I’m Katrina Roberts, 

What’s your name?



              It’s Noah. Just Noah.













KATRINA and NOAH walk towards to door of the boys changing rooms. NOAH attempts to walk in when he noticed KATRINA is waiting beside the door.



                 Aren’t you coming?



                   W-why would I? Your

                   going to shower!



                   We are safer together.

                  At least wait inside okay?



                   Um okay when you put

                   It that way I’ll make

                   an exception.


They get into the changing room where bags and clothes have been left abandoned by a class who would have been taking gym. NOAH starts to rummage through the bags.



                   What are you doing?


NOAH finds a t-shirt, hoodie and jeans that will fit him along with a towel.




                   Not like they will be

                   Coming back for them, 

                   I’ll be a sec.


NOAH walks into one of the shower cubicles and KATRINA sits on the wooden bench closest. NOAH can be heard turning on the shower. KATRINA jumps out her skin when she hears NOAH groan loudly.



              You have no idea how long 

It’s been since I had a hot




I could guess!






     Very funny! 


KATRINA starts to laugh as well before she becomes quiet again.



                   Why did you stop me earlier?



                   Do you know what happened to

                   your school?



                   Yes I was in class when they…



                   Everyone around our age is

                   like that. They started attacking

                   everyone that wasn’t them.



                   If that’s true what will

                    We do if they find us?



                   I’ll run out naked and 

scare them off!


They both start to laugh at the statement. NOAH switches off the shower. He starts to dry off and get changed. He walks out of the changing room dressed in the other clothes while he leaves the old ones in the shower. He walks across to KATRINA and sits beside her while he dried his hair with the towel.



                You don’t go to school?




                    Thought we had a silent

                   agreement that I was 

                   a bum?




                   I was just asking.



                   Nope. Now let’s go to your

                   canteen feels like I haven’t

                   eaten in days!




                   You haven’t eaten in-



                   It’s just an expression!





They both start to laugh again and the door of the changing room door opens. A TEEN boy enters with a blood soaked school uniform and bat. KATRINA and NOAH fall silent and rise to their feet.



              Thought doing the rounds would

              Be fun.



                   Katrina run!


KATRINA remained frozen to the spot while Noah ran up to the TEEN. TEEN swings his bat and hits NOAH in the head. NOAH falls to the ground. The teen approaches KATRINA while dropping his bat. He throws her to the ground and she starts to scream. He gets on top of her and uses his hands to keep her pinned to the floor. NOAH with blood running down his head from behind uses the bat to choke the TEEN until he passes out. NOAH throws the TEEN off of KATRINA.   



                   I-I though you were-


NOAH puts out a hand to help KATRINA up off the floor.



              I’ve been hit harder.











DANTE sits at his desk worried. He has his phone to his ear, it rings off and he sighs. There is a knock at his door and DARWIN walks in.



                   How you holding up?



                   I got a hold of some of the

                   staff that evacuated Sarah’s

                   school. Apparently she was off

`                  ill. Claire isn’t answering 

                   her phone at all so I have 

no idea what’s going on.



                   At least you know she is

                   safe. And you know how 

                   stubborn Claire is.




                   Yeah my ex-wife hasn’t

                   answered my calls in

                   in ten years.



                   Exactly DANTE. Go 

                   Home, get some sleep 

                   and when this is all 

                   over you can go visit.





              Night Michael.


DARWIN leaves the office and DANTE puts the phone back to his ear attempting to phone his ex-wife again. It starts to ring.




SCENE 8                   




Claire’s phone starts to vibrate and ring from DANTE’s call. Just across from the phone on the kitchen counter Claire lies glassy eyed on the floor with multiple stab wounds to her back. 



VIRUS (TV Pilot)

Back from the dead-It’s been a while


For those who still follow this blog, hey how are you?

You are just looking great! Have you lost weight?

And I’m sorry for just skydiving off the radar so suddenly.

See the truth is for the past few years I have been struggling with my social anxiety. Even though I created this blog when I was getting better, after leaving college I spiralled into it again. My college life though was still a struggle, it let me face my fears and put my writing out there. My book writing was on authonomy, my blog being filled with my very own stories and poetry.

Afterwards, I left my blog to rot and closed down my authonomy. I abandoned everything because of a mental bomb that I risked setting off with each push forward-especially when people I knew read my work. After a few months of an extreme state of anxiety I thought I had come back from (you know your having bad days when you can’t even go to the counter at McDonalds and ask for food), with the help of friends, family and a new mindset I am back.

My work may not suit everyone’s tastes but I am going to write it. People can read it, hate it and mock it but I am going to write it.

My work is dark and different, that’s how I like it.

I am still struggling, I know that.

But I’m not afraid anymore.

Back from the dead-It’s been a while

Just to say I am Alive!

Hey I have not updated in such a long time! So I think it’s time for some reflection and catch up! So firstly I would like to say that I have redrafted my book prologue and first chapter and updated my novel page if you want to check it out! So lately I have been working hard to college deadlines and you know the usual pondering about what am I doing with my life but, oh well I’m doing just fine. So I have still been writing my book ( and tempted to upload more chapters) and been doing not a whole lot more. So as much as I wanted to post all guns blazing in an epic Duke Nukem style with a full book written; thats how my imagination works, ironically not my mind. However I know that I am a trooper, going at my own pace. So I hope I have the patience to finish and I will keep you updated. Thanks for reading and say if you want to seemore chapters of my book The Heir Series: The List!

Just to say I am Alive!

Designing my own book cover




I admit, I am not the best artist. However, I find another brilliant creative outlet (especially if you dont have money like me) is designing and doing artwork. So when I take a break from writing my book I either write something else, or start making artwork inspired by my book. I find this a lot more stimulating than zoning out infront of a tv or sleeping, which is what I would of done a year ago. So I just thought I would share my cover of my book which has been designed by me. It may not be perfect but I think this will be a fun process especially if I self-publish. This is yet another way I find helps me delpth into the world I created. So if you want give me feedback on the cover though, I would rather like to learn how other writers delpth into their work other than writing. This has been a rather spontaneous post but I was really excited and I am enjoying networking and blogging. Remember that my prologue and first chapter of ‘The Heir Series: The List’ is up on this WordPress if you haven’t had a chance to check it out yet. Thanks for reading 🙂 (and if you feel like it, follow me on twitter! @H_EGordon).

Designing my own book cover

The Heir Series: The List Chapter 1

Well here is the first chapter for the first book of my The Heir series called the list. Just to warn you that you should read the prologue that I uploaded first which you can either find in my feed or on my Novel Work page on my blog. Thanks for reading 🙂


Chapter 1


Bruce Anderson sat at the end of the table in the conference room. Outside was a night sky being stained by the early morning light; it was around six am. He had waited for about an hour; he was nervous and stressed. The thought of having to brief yet another batch of agents made his stomach churn, he didn’t have time to keep doing this; even if the numbers were desperately low on the case. He was a young, black man in his early thirties but from taking such huge responsibilities in his career, he seems to have aged. His hair was dark but riddled with grey wiry hairs but as far as he was concerned there were bigger matters at hand than keeping up appearances. His face was pale with sunken eyes, either from lack of sleep or illness, or both. Even his disarray of clothes on his shrunken body reflected his state – with his slept-in suit and forgotten tie.


So, Anderson sat tapping his foot at an almost erratic pace until he saw the twitch of the door handle. He squinted his eyes with the flooding light from the door; he didn’t realise how dark the room was before. Through the door came the familiar faces of his task force, behind them he recognised the new agents. They were all so young; he didn’t like how this case was undoubtedly going to change that. He stood up from his seat as his new task force settled. He kept his face solemn; he wasn’t going to baby them even if they were first timers. All the new agents looked at him with a sort of anticipation that he had become familiar with. It was expected, it was the biggest case of any of their careers. Agent Thomson, who had been on the task force for the past year, looks to him.

“Anderson, that’s everyone.”

Anderson took a final glance at his new team; well, at least it was a bigger turn out than a month ago.

“Start the presentation,” Anderson said and with a flicker a three-dimensional holographic image projected from a small machine in the middle of the desk, presenting their organisation’s logo. Anderson got ready to regurgitate all the information yet again.


“We are the Majesty’s Agents of the United Kingdom, our organisation was formed to protect everything this country has built and reformed in the last thirty years with the New World.” On the projection appeared a list of names with a sort of serial code next to each one. “The List of Heirs jeopardises not only our country, but all of the New World and the Surface.”  He looked purposefully towards the new agents, making sure to look all of them at least once in the eyes. “This list, which consisted of ten thousand peoples names and their chip serial numbers, was shown on televisions, computers, phones, any device that could have been hacked into from satellite. It was taken down quickly, but we unfortunately live in an era where things never really disappear. The frenzy on the Internet kept the list viewable. An online hacker now widely known in cyberspace as ‘The Order’ presented himself as the list’s maker an hour later, stating to the entire world that this was a list of potential people who were going to rule a new era. The last person on the list would become King.”

The hologram presentation changed to a vivid red world map with sections darkened. Anderson continued. “Naturally, we didn’t think anyone would take such a claim seriously, that it would blow over quickly. However, the very next day the list reappeared and it had been cut down to just under five thousand people. New China, as you know, recently and publically executed almost all the Heirs they could get their hands on and there was slaughter everywhere. Grown men to infants were brutally murdered over twenty four hours.” Anderson scrunched up his knuckles. “Today, two years later, there are only six hundred Heirs. Most of them live within government protection while the others are refusing government help. As the Majesty’s Agents of the United Kingdom we have to not only protect the innocents left on that list and effectively manage the situation, we have to locate and arrest the Order to bring an end to this.” The hologram changed again and nineteen pictures of people appeared; the range from full grown men to young boys and, unusually, there is a young girl with the name Marie Evan’s floating above her picture. “Unfortunately we can only look after the Heirs in our own country, and currently we have twenty. Fifteen of them are under our body’s protection; the other five are independent at this moment.”

“As you know I myself am an Heir, who is currently the leader of this case and will continue to be for the foreseeable future,” Anderson sighed. He already felt the judgemental gazes from some of the new arrivals and they were either beginning to fear for him, or grow wary. He didn’t need to explain himself though, he would prove to them in time he was no power hungry maniac. “The other independents I will explain in detail,” he continued. The hologram closed in on a picture of a young man with blonde hair cut in a modern and stylish fashion. He had dark green eyes and a face that belonged on a lady killer.

“Firstly, we have Logan Martin. He is twenty-four years old and is the public figure of the trading company M.M.Global, his father Marcus Martin is the founder and CEO. As an Heir, he is a beacon of light to the city by condoning his Heir title and giving aid to others in his situation.” he clicked the button again; this time what appeared on the hologram was what looked like a mug shot. The man though young had hard, old dark eyes. With a shaved head and a disturbing grin for the camera, he oozed lethality.

“Twenty-eight year old Simon Miller, a famous serial killer.  Ex-military, he infamously murdered around eighteen children. He abused his position in the army to capture civilian children and torture them at his base. Despite being chipped, because of his previous training he evaded American authorities for three months before he was arrested. He is accountable for the death of 5 men, 15 women and 98 children.” Anderson had to breathe; he always choked up at the same part every time. He was sick of doing this.

“He wished to be tried in New London due to originally being a citizen of the Surface of The United Kingdom during. It was granted and he was lost in transit. Very soon after his escape we suspect that he attempted to cut or pull out his chip. Though his attempt failed as pulling out a chip mean certain death; he damaged his chip enough so that his tracker would lag for several hours. It has made it impossible to track his location. However, he’s likely to be within the perimeter of the Surface of the United Kingdom. He had been missing for four years before he was seen a year and a half ago. He had slaughtered a family home on the Surface. Making his position clear, he murdered a mother and father with their eighteen year old son, Aaron, who was an Heir. Though he does not have the resources, he makes it up with killing instincts and so is a high priority to track down.”

Again, Anderson changed the slideshow. This time on the screen was a young, smiling teenage girl and in her arms was a little baby that looked to have only been birthed a short time ago.

“Arthur Evans; he was born only a few days before the list was released. It is important to note that because he was taken from the hospital before a chip was implanted the serial number on the list belongs to his now 18 year old mother, Marie Evans. In the night, Marie and her father, David Evans, fled the hospital. David Evans is considered a war hero for his part in World War III thirty two years ago; he probably realised they were sitting ducks. However, instead of going to the authorities he used his high up position in the New World military to get his hands on a Shadow Box, a newly developed military weapon to cloak the location of an individual’s microchip; he uses this to hide his daughter’s location. To this day is hiding out in the Surface. Despite this being illegal, we recognise it is what he felt was necessary to protect his daughter and grandson. We are tracking them down to ensure their safety.”

Anderson clicked the button once more.  This time on the screen was a school photo of a young boy. His hair was pitch black that just passed his ears in a messy style. His piercing blue eyes and serious expression gave him an air of disturbing maturity. However, his rounded youthful face still gave him his childish appearance.

“Finally, we have ten year-old Cain Hunter. At the time the list was released he was eight years old. When he went missing, we feared the worst. However, his name was not removed from the list and he resurfaced around a year ago by enrolling at Royal Garden, New London’s most prestigious private school, which is attended by many children of the rich and famous in New London. H is using some sort of device to duplicate his location in several different places around the world; we suspect it to be a scrambler, but we have deemed it necessary since he refuses police safety. We suspect he has a hideout on the Surface and somehow has access to travel to New London. He is an individual who has shown much resourcefulness and criminal connections in such a short amount of time. We do suspect that he has somehow been groomed by a larger power because of his position. We cannot forget that he is a child and he is in a very vulnerable and dangerous situation. We aim to urge him into our protection.” Suddenly the hologram closed and the room was dark again.

“Any questions?” Despite Anderson’s offer, the room was silent and everyone apart from a few looked to the floor. Anderson held in a sigh.

“This is the biggest crisis we have ever handled since the creation of this department. Your lives will be at risk, maybe even your families. I suggest you think over your decision to take on this case. If you need to hand in a resignation letter you can give it to me. You can leave.” The blinds rolled up, letting the early rays pool in. Anderson squinted his eyes with pain, he was relieved that the room is now filled with light. The agents made a steady stream out the door, however one started walking over to Anderson. He was a young man who was freshly recruited and walked with a bounce in his step. Anderson didn’t like it one bit.

He walked over cautiously to Anderson who looked him in the eye; he almost physically jumped out his skin from his stare. However, he smiled at Anderson. They awkwardly stood across from each other.

“Well you get the record for fastest to hand in your resignation.” Anderson muffled.

“No I am not here to hand in my resignation.”

“Seriously, why on earth do we hire people like you? You look like one of those smarmy little brats who think this is a game for your career ladder.” Anderson’s voice was filled with resentment; he was filled with contempt at the ignorance of this newbie.

“I’m Agent Thomas Smith and-”

“Seriously, resign. We don’t need you.”

“I’m your new partner, agent Anderson.”

The Heir Series: The List Chapter 1

The Heir Series: The List Prologue

It has come to my attention that I have not posted a single thing in a very, very long time. This I apologise for profusely but I think most of you will understand, life gets in the way all the time. Right now I am really focusing on writing my novel which I am super excited to present the prologue to you right now :D. Also my activity on here I hope will liven up considerably since you will be with me all the way from researching to my writing progress. I really hope you enjoy and want to read more.

So here is the prologue for The Heir Series: The List.



Dina Turner stood shocked at the scene happening right in front of her eyes, of men and children bound together in chains. They were forced down on their knees with blindfolds disorientating them; they didn’t know that their murders would take place only a few yards away. Chinese officials surround them like sharks circling their prey, each armed with a rifle ready to kill anyone on sight who resists, whether they be prisoner or otherwise. Dina and her camera man Howard were behind the force-field that stopped the protesters from getting to the mass. For Dina the most ominous sight of the whole scene was the giant hole to the Surface, only a few yards away from the innocent captives.

Dina had remembered the reports she was given before coming over for the coverage, that there were meant to be three hundred Chinese infants joining the mass of prisoners here. However, the Chinese government stated that they were ‘humanely’ disposed of a few days before. It was the first time that she saw with her own eyes the colossal chaos and injustice that the list had caused since its appearance almost two years ago. She cried, looking at all those pictures, imagining all those who were gone and the ones that would continue to be hunted. It seemed a world away on the internet and TV, it felt like a dream. She knew she was risking her life being there as the situation was unpredictable, but it was her job as a reporter.

“Yo, you ready Dina?” said Howard who looked at her.

“Are you, Howard?” she said as she looked back to him.


“Well that makes two of us.” She sighed heavily looking again to the pit.

“How far do you reckon that big hole goes down?” Howard said, as he fiddled with his camera. “All the way down to the Surface,” Dina’s voice quivered just thinking about the drop.

“There is no way any of them are going to survive that-sorry. I guess that’s the point but Jesus Christ some of them are just kids!”

“I know and time is running out for them. In ten minutes we have to go online, no matter what the outcome is. Hopefully, they will change their minds.”

“Yeah if not, the whole world’s gonna go even deeper into this crazy shit,” Howard said, while he scratched his head with frustration. Dina started with fiddling with her earpiece, making sure she was ready. All of a sudden her wristband started bleeping.

“My Holo is going crazy; New China’s response must be online. Sophie, feed up-date please.” All of a sudden a thin laser beamed only a few inches out from her bracelet. It formed into what looked to be hundreds of individual squares with text constantly being piled on top of one another. She brought the hologram to her face as she skimmed the rush of messages.

“Shit. Get us online now!  Both the internet and TV, issue it as breaking news!” Dina shouted. Flustered at her sudden request Howard brought his camera up to his face.

“Honey, activate with live feeds to both NWN studios and NWN online.” The camera came to life, the screen facing Howard counting down from ten.

“Get ready Dina, we are online in five, four, three, two, one…” Dina used the last few seconds to mentally prepare herself to watch the events that were about to unfold. There was nothing anyone could do anymore.

“This is New World News Reporter Dina Turner. I am reporting from inside New China’s globe at its infamous ‘The Fall’, a hole that has a sixty thousand foot drop to the old Surface of China. I am afraid I have to report dire news to my viewers. New China has rejected the New World Government’s appeal to release the innocent citizens both from the Surface and the New World.” Suddenly, the sound of trumpets bashing out a vibrant tune suddenly burst into the air. Dina knew exactly what it meant.

“It seems that the President of New China is making a speech,” she signalled for Howard to focus on the building in the distance. Howard zoomed onto the balcony. Microphones and cameras had been set up. A tall, broad Asian man in his late fifties stepped out onto the balcony. He stood tall, his shadow loomed over the mass of captives, who were starting to panic and look around frantically from the sudden noises. He raised his hand and the trumpets ceased playing instantly. He then lowered his hand and leaned into one of the microphones. Dina could feel the cold sweat that formed in beads on the back of her neck.

“To the citizens of the New World and the Surface; these people stand for treason against the laws and values of New China. This is because they were listed as Heirs on the document that had been published by the hacker ‘the Order’ just less than two years ago. These ‘kings’ of a supposed new age have no place on this earth. New China will not tolerate any threat to our reformed society.” He stood back up, away from the microphone. His gaze cast down over the Heirs, Dina’s skin prickled from the lack of emotion, not even a slither of remorse showed on his face. He put a hand on his head, smoothing his hair back, exhaling and taking his time. For a minute Dina thought there was a glimmer of hope for them to be freed.

“Send them down the Fall!” his voice boomed across the space, Dina imagined that it echoed all the way down to the Surface.

There was only a second of silence before the roar of almost every angry spectator filled the air. Mothers and fathers, husbands and wives, children, lovers and friends, all retaliated against the decision. However, the barrier proved too difficult to break through, most just kept pushing, pounding and kicking the barrier hoping for it to come down. Despite the protests, the president went back into the safety of the building while the armed men formed a line and started walking forward; the captives were forced to move back. Dina saw a young couple; both were trying to get through the barrier. The man was beating his fists bloody, the young lady sobbing while banging on the barrier. They shouted in Chinese so Dina wasn’t sure what they were saying, but she was sure that their son was among the captive Heirs.

The soldiers kept pressing on and the prisoners at the front suddenly felt the edge of the hole and tried to turn back. However, it was too late and the sheer number of people walking pushed them over and with screams of terror they began to fall down. Realising the danger some even started to fight back blindly at their captors, however the soldiers just kept pressing forward, the chains that bound them all made sure none of them ran, all of them started to be dragged in like in the pull of a black hole. Some clung on for life on the edges of the hole, before being dragged down by the other bodies. However, even then some still clung on to the edge with the adrenaline fuelling them. The soldiers with the top of their guns started bashing their fingers and with howls of pain they too plummeted to their deaths.

Dina swore that the air was somehow darker, thicker, making it difficult for her to breathe. The protestors were quiet, only the soft sounds of sorrow could be heard from the broken people left behind. She turned away from the scene, aware that the camera was still running and Howard had got everything. He focused back on Dina to finish before she broke down on camera. Dina took a shaky breath before she spoke again.

“Due to this course of action New China has taken, there are now only 600 Heirs left in both the New World and the Surface. How many more lives will go because of superstition and conspiracy of hostile governments; and how long will the Heirs themselves battle it out to crown a king? Only time will tell.”

The Heir Series: The List Prologue

Game Over- Short Story

Finally after weeks and weeks I have returned to post some content. It has been long and taxing trying to manage my coursework and right but I think I am still sane (I think). So today for the first time I am uploading one of my short stories ‘Game Over’. Hope you enjoy and feel free to leave a comment for me to read.

Game Over

“Come on! Come on! Come o-aw man game over.” Hearing this my eyes drift off my own glaring screen and looked across the dimly lit internet cafe surprised to see a familiar face for a change. In control of a computer surrounded by a group of guys is a boy around my age. He was from my homeroom, Derek Tate. A pretty easy going guy, not in the shadows of life but not in the limelight either; basically someone I don’t interact with. “Man bummer…” exclaimed one of his faceless friends.

“I’m not really all that torn about it I’ll just set up another account with a new e-mail, no biggie.” Derek explained in a careless tone with an ease that could have been considered unique to him. Derek looks up at the clock.

“I’ll just do it when I get home, hey lets go over to that new place across the street I’m starving!”

“Yeah it’s nice over there!” a friend chirps. Derek stood up from his plush seat in front of the monitor and his friends groan as they got up from their uncomfortable crouches.

“We can get huge pizzas!” one of them laughed as the started making their way towards the exit.

As they walked past me Derek stopped and turned towards me “You’re Noah… right? That guy in my homeroom?”  I gave him a brief nod, why the hell was he talking to me? How did he even know I existed? I’ve never talked to him, nor even attempted to, I never spoke a word I was always in the back of the class. There I was, in a hooded get up that he shouldn’t even have recognised me in. He looks over at my monitor “What?! I didn’t know you played! You seem pretty good too! I seriously could have used you over there!” he gave me a smile like we were close friends.

“G-guess so…” was all I could manage to say from this display of acknowledgment.

“Well… I gotta go but I’ll see you tomorrow!” He rushed out the door to catch up with his friends. Derek had noticed me in the shadows of his life; I guess he was more observant than I originally believed, I almost told him I definitely would not see him tomorrow.

I got up from my seat to view the events that I was previously going to ignore. As soon as I saw the street crossing beyond the crystal clear glass I knew what was going to happen. His friends sped across the road and Derek despite their complaining waits for the lights to change like he has all day. The lights change and he starts to cross and like clockwork; they come around the corner. They probably were on standby until he crossed the road. Usually a person would warn the prey when danger was approaching. However there was only one word that came to mind as the car attacked Derek.

“Someone call an ambulance!”


A disgusting feeling crept over me; I guess I shouldn’t have watched. I should have gone home. I logged off the website I was on, the very game that had murdered Derek:

www .savior. net.

Savior: the online game taking the world by storm. A game where you are a hero in a virtual world. The game has had an overwhelming amount of positive feedback, and even gained a few awards for a new way to teach morals to a more rebellious generation. However there is a dark secret that Savior does not put on their log in page.

‘WARNING: If you are killed in the game, you die in real life.’

As I walked down the dusty streets, the majority of people I passed were highly likely to be Savior users; and still nothing was being done. Savior deaths come in a variety of different ways, some like Derek’s, some by illness, accidents, or suicides, occasionally murder and so on, so that they mix with the billions of other people who stop breathing. Another factor which helped Savior keep its secret is being sponsored from some of the richest men in the world and is supported by many big influential figures. All deaths are made inevitable by them, and they are teachers, doctors, nurses, policemen, anyone who is in a position of trust over you, anyone and everyone. You must be thinking: if a seventeen year old guy can work it out, then shouldn’t everyone else be catching on? To be honest, because the government is not mentioning anything the majority of people believe it doesn’t happen, and they do say ignorance is bliss. It’s never spoken of, and as it’s not talked about, it is never been brought into public light. The only reason I believe is because of Allan, my late best friend.

To be honest I thought he was just getting paranoid over theories from conspiracy websites, but he took it all the way and purposely received a game over, I thought that would be the end of it; and it definitely was his end. He was found the next morning. Apparently he had slipped and banged his head in his room. I thought he had done it to get me to believe but unfortunately once your eyes are opened, they never close. People in my life were falling like dominoes, incident after incident. It drove me crazy trying to contemplate why this was happening, the only reasoning being that it’s some sick rich man’s idea of a game. However I grew comfortable with the idea of it being inevitable.

Finally I reached my house, and immediately I ran upstairs to log in. I bet there is a question you are just dying to ask, why? Why are you playing a game that could kill you? Well, I’m one of the few that can. I know my limits, I’m not stupid enough to face challenge’s I have a high chance of failing. From my screen my game avatar appears.

Name: Survivor.

Because that’s what I am; where others fall I will still be standing because I’m smart enough to never to let my guard down. In the outside world I am an antisocial kid hardly ever seen without a hood, only occasionally ever found outside of his room apart from school. In Savior I am a man, a man that can handle the pressure, I can-“Noah can I pway? Pwease?” pleaded my little brother, interrupting my line of thought.

“Joshua this is not a game! Now go to your room and play! Or something…” Reluctantly he goes with his tail between his legs. It’s not like he will understand the power I have over my own fate. I went to the quest menu to scavenge for suitable challenges. “Noah! Mommy needs a favour sweetie!” Reluctantly I got up at my mom’s command and left my room and went downstairs. I walked through the hall and automatically turn into the kitchen.

“Sorry honey bunch I thought I needed you to go to the store but I’m all good.” I rolled my eyes and made the journey back upstairs to my room. I opened the door.


My impending doom on a screen. “Noah! What I clicked on was weally hard! I’m sowy…” My face paled at the remark. I-I’m going to die… How did this happen? I was so careful… I fall to my knees; I’m just another lamb for the slaughter… I’m going to die at the hands of them. I look at my brother, sitting still messing around with the keyboard still not realising what he has done. My eyes travel up to the clock, they will be coming and I contemplate how I will die. Tears prick my eyes; so this was the end…No… Unlike the others, I know they are coming!

I will fight.

Game Over- Short Story