VIRUS (TV Pilot)

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SCENE 1

 

FADE IN:

INT.CLOVERFIELD HIGH SCHOOL CLASSROOM 23-DAY

 

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.

 

                        DAVID

                        Here.

 

                        MISS DAWN

                      Sarah Walker.

 

              

                        SARAH

                        Here.

 

                        MISS DAWN

                        Marie-

 

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.

 

END SCENE

CUT TO-

 

SCENE 2

 

EXT.OXFORD STREET LONDON-DAY

 

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.

 

POLICE MAN

              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!

 

                        

OFFICER

              But sir- he’s a kid!

 

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

 

END SCENE.

 

CUT TO-

SCENE THREE

 

INT.POLICE HEADQUARTERS LONDON-DAY

 

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.

 

 

                        DARWIN

              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

 

                        DANTE

                   Damn it.

 

                        DARWIN

              Everything alright Dante?

 

                        DANTE

              I don’t know Michael. Sarah,

              She isn’t answering her phone

              and neither is Claire.

 

                        DARWIN

              I’m sure your daughter and Claire

              are fine. How old is Sarah now?

 

                        DANTE

                   Fifteen.

 

                        DARWIN

              Well she is probably can’t

answer. Not every kid has

              turned violent. Many schools 

              have evacuated so don’t worry 

              too much.

 

                        DANTE

              Yeah I know. I better get

              This mess sorted out.

 

                        DARWIN

                   That’s the spirit! 

 

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

 

                        ANNA

              Sirs, There is something you 

              Should both see regarding the

              kids involved.

 

                        DARWIN

              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.

 

                        DANTE

                   What is this Anna?

 

                        ANNA

                   It’s a public post on

                   Facebook.

 

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

Lol

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.

 

                        DANTE

              Do you still believe that these

              kids are going to go home at the

              end of all this?

 

                        DARWIN

              I hope so, or I have no idea

              what we are going to do.

 

END SCENE.

 

SCENE 4

 

EXT.GOSSET STREET LONDON-AFTERNOON

 

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.

 

                        KATRINA

                   What are you doing?

 

                        NOAH

                        Sshh.

 

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.      

 

                        NOAH

                      (Whisper)

                   You can’t let those guys 

                   Find you.

 

                     KATRINA

                   (whisper)

                   Why not?

 

                        NOAH

                   (whisper)

                   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.

 

                        KATRINA

                   Where are you going?

 

                        NOAH

                   Well your school is

                   over there right?

 

                        KATRINA

                   But it’s empty now.

                   There is nothing in 

                   It now except for…

                   bodies.

 

                        NOAH

                        Good.

 

                       KATRINA

                   Shouldn’t we go

                   Look for help?

 

                        NOAH

              You don’t have to come.

 

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

 

                        KATRINA

                   Don’t walk so fast!

 

KATRINA catches up with him and they walk together.

 

END SCENE.

CUT TO-

SCENE 5

 

INT.CLOVERFIELD HIGH SCHOOL ENTRANCE-AFTERNOON

 

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.

 

                        NOAH

              Can you take me to the 

P.E department?

 

        KATRINA

Why would you want to

go there?

 

                        

 

                  NOAH

              I need a shower. Desperately.

               Don’t pretend you haven’t

 noticed.

 

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

 

                   KATRINA

          Sure thing… I’m Katrina Roberts, 

What’s your name?

 

                   NOAH

              It’s Noah. Just Noah.

 

END SCENE.

CUT TO-

 

 

 

 

 

SCENE 6

 

CLOVERFIELD HIGH SCHOOL P.E DEPARTMENT- AFTERNOON

 

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.

 

                        NOAH

                 Aren’t you coming?

              

                      KATRINA

                   W-why would I? Your

                   going to shower!

 

                       NOAH

                   We are safer together.

                  At least wait inside okay?

 

                        KATRINA

                   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.

 

                        KATRINA

                   What are you doing?

 

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

 

                        

NOAH

                   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.

 

                        NOAH

              You have no idea how long 

It’s been since I had a hot

Shower!

 

          KATRINA

I could guess!

 

 

 

          NOAH

        (laughs)

     Very funny! 

 

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

 

                        KATRINA

                   Why did you stop me earlier?

 

                        NOAH

                   Do you know what happened to

                   your school?

 

                        KATRINA

                   Yes I was in class when they…

 

                        NOAH

                   Everyone around our age is

                   like that. They started attacking

                   everyone that wasn’t them.

 

                        KATRINA

                   If that’s true what will

                    We do if they find us?

 

                        NOAH

                   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.

 

                        KATRINA

                You don’t go to school?

 

                        NOAH

                     (chuckles)

                    Thought we had a silent

                   agreement that I was 

                   a bum?

 

 

                        KATRINA

                   I was just asking.

 

                        NOAH

                   Nope. Now let’s go to your

                   canteen feels like I haven’t

                   eaten in days!

 

                        KATRINA

                      (shocked)

                   You haven’t eaten in-

 

                        NOAH

                   It’s just an expression!

 

                        KATRINA

                        Oh.

 

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.

 

                        TEEN

              Thought doing the rounds would

              Be fun.

 

                        NOAH

                   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.   

 

KATRINA

                   I-I though you were-

 

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

 

                        NOAH

              I’ve been hit harder.

 

END SCENE.

CUT TO-

 

 

 

SCENE 7

 

INT.POLICE HEADQUARTERS LONDON DANTE’S OFFICE-NIGHT

 

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.

 

                        DARWIN

                   How you holding up?

 

                        DANTE

                   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.

 

                        DARWIN

                   At least you know she is

                   safe. And you know how 

                   stubborn Claire is.

 

                        DANTE

                      (Chuckles)

                   Yeah my ex-wife hasn’t

                   answered my calls in

                   in ten years.

 

                        DARWIN

                   Exactly DANTE. Go 

                   Home, get some sleep 

                   and when this is all 

                   over you can go visit.

                   Goodnight.

 

 

                   DANTE

              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 END.


CUT TO-

SCENE 8                   

 

INT.CLAIRE AND SARAH’S HOME-NIGHT

 

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. 

 

END OF PILOT.

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VIRUS (TV Pilot)

Back from the dead-It’s been a while

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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

The Clockwork Heart

Hey everyone! Here is a short horror story. I warn you that it is not for children, or the faint hearted. This is thanks for 50+ follows. Oh and if you have the time follow me on twitter at twitter.com/H_EGordon and like me on Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/hegordonpage

Thanks for reading!

The Clockwork Heart

It was a morning like any other in my opinion. I got up out of bed, got ready and went off to work. I was just a quiet, normal guy. I never bothered anyone and as a husband I was neither good nor bad. I did my share with my wife, taking care of our five year old daughter Sarah and we never argued or anything like that; we were a normal family. Now I work a plain old office job, it’s nothing special; just working with clients, numbers, text…etcetera. So like I said, it was a normal day. So I sat there at my desk just off the phone with a client, scribbling the contents of the long draining conversation. 12 o’clock would have been rolling in soon and I was thinking if I should go to the canteen for lunch, what I was doing after, what time to pick up my daughter. Things like that. Then I heard a scream from Cassie; the receptionist at the front desk. It was meant to be a normal day and this was never meant to happen.
The man who held the gun to Cassie’s head was rugged; I assumed he was definitely on some narcotics. He smelled foul, and as he grinned his blackening, decaying teeth were baring for us all to see. He shouted for us all to stand and put our hands in the air. Of course, we all complied. He then had us all line up for him and the maniac waved the gun around. Now at this moment my co-worker, David who was known to not be the brightest spark in the office, decided to utter the slightest noise in an attempt to form words.
Bang.
Maybe David had wanted to speak up for himself or maybe attempt to calm our captor. Either way it didn’t matter. Even though it was David who had squeaked; it was me that he pulled the trigger at. I could feel the bullet start to tear into my chest and in a nanosecond, it was all over.
I jolted awake not knowing where I was. Was it all a dream? I questioned myself looking around at my surrounds. I was lying on a bare table top in what looked like an abandoned warehouse. The walls thin and rusted and it felt just empty and devoid of any life. However, when I turned my head all of a sudden there was a hunched man. He was shrunken with age and though I could not seem his face clearly under the hood he had long, worn fingers clasped together which showed his age.
“Finally you have decided to come from the other side.” He whispered with a rasp, screeching voice.
“Who are you?” I questioned and he replied again with a soft spoken answer.
“I am the one people call when they need more time in the living world. They call me the Clock Maker. Your heart was destroyed, but you were not ready to move on. So I fitted you with a new one.” Horrified at the revelation with disbelief I looked to my chest to see if I had been tampered with. To my horror the flesh had been cut open and spread revealing my insides. Where my heart was meant to be there was a grim looking piece of bloody machinery made up of clogs and bolts. Slowly I saw the pieces turn, grinding the connected valves slowly into it. I suddenly became aware of the excruciating pain that I was in.
“Why are you doing this?” I asked with a voice filled with pain and fear.
“Because you need time, you have five hours to do as you wish to let you rest in peace. However, as time goes on the machine in your chest will slowly tear you up from your valves to your arteries, organs and veins. Then when time is up you will go to your final resting place. I took in his words slowly, though it was hard to grasp my situation, I had no real choice but to go along. I got up from the table and looked to the Clock Maker.
“I’ll patch you up.” He hissed and I frowned.
“You better hurry, I don’t want to waste anymore time.”
I left the warehouse dressed to hide my gruesome stitching, with thoughts swirling around my head. Revenge: that was what I wanted. I knew I could not go after my killer; he was probably in custody, or even dead. No, I don’t even think my anger was even towards him. So I would take my frustrations on the one person that got me killed in the first place. David. If it wasn’t for him, I would still be alive.
Since I was never that close with David outside of work I had no idea where he lived. It would take too long to find out as well. I looked at the watch on my phone, it was 5.50, I had just under three and a half hours left and it would take around forty minutes to get to the office; David’s shift ends at eight so I had time to prepare myself. I was utterly consumed with anger and though I found it difficult to process that I wanted to kill a man, I realised that it may be because when you have nothing left to lose, morals slowly slip from memory. Law, justice, order, what was it all to me now? I was already dead inside. As the bus rolled into the city I left at a stop further away for an appropriate detour. I walked into the gun shop. I remembered when I signed the petition to try and shut the place down; anyone who knew me when I was alive would call me a hypocrite. I came out with a Glock; if he was going to die it would be with a bullet in his chest.
I checked the time on my watch: 7.10. I had time to take that twenty minute walk to work. As I walked I gripped my chest, digging my fingers into the thick wired stitching, on the edge of madness to not rip out the contraption that was killing me. Blood started to seep through my shirt so I wrapped my coat tighter round me. When the office was in sight it suddenly hit me that I couldn’t walk straight into it, I would be recognised right away. I walk to the back of the building and took out my keys for the back. I quietly open the door and it is unusually quiet from the back entrance. Nonetheless I made my way to the open plan office where everyone was working. There was no one. Not a soul was in the office and David’s desk was empty. How could this happen. I walked to the reception area and what I saw stunned me. Flowers were everywhere, covering the desk and floor around it. There were ten people’s pictures including mine on the top of the desk. Carrie, David and other of my co-workers had been killed just like me. I looked to one of the articles pinned on the front of the desk. I needed more answers. Apparently after killing me he went on a rampage before being gunned down by one of our security workers. All of a sudden I see the picture of Ruth, my wife and Sarah, they were morning. Then it hit me, I never said goodbye. I… wanted to see them again.
I looked to my watch: 8.10, I only had just over an hour left. It wasn’t enough time. I ran to the automatic doors at such a speed that I crashed through the glass. I ran out to the traffic and a car slammed down on the brakes to avoid hitting me. I ignored the angry driver, throwing him out the car and speeding off. I slammed on the accelerator. I needed more time I needed more time more time more time time time!

I could see the house on the horizon and looked to the cars inner clock, it was 9.19. I slammed on the brakes and the car started to roll. I clambered out onto my lawn. The pain was unbearable; I was hanging on by a thread crawling towards my front door. My vision started to blur, with tears or pain I don’t know. I stretched out my hand to the door. Pleading for them to open the door for me.
However it all went to black, for the last, time.

The Clockwork Heart

Designing my own book cover

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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.

Prologue

 

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.

“Nope.”

“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

Poetry Collection

Well I realised it had been a while since I uploaded anything on this blog. Well I wrote a few poems back in October and decide now would be a good time to share them. I have to warn that some have MATURE CONTENT and its safe to say I was in full swing of the Halloween spirit. Enjoy 😉 :

 The Cleaner’s Ad

Twenty-four hours and seven days a week,

I am a phone call away,

To get rid of your unwanted meat.

My equipment is top notch, and I assure

It will be carved to perfection to fit in the bags.

Disposed effectively, however way you please.

My confidential services,

Are of course discreetly praised.

Amongst all of my clients and

Charge varies on weight and, body count.

Don’t be shy,

I’ll take care of everything.

        Fetish

You are most beautiful,

And now your body is cold,

Finally eyes are black, dull,

Shrivelled with decay weeks old.

I touch with baited breath,

Fingering the slimy skin,

Lips tainted with death,

How I do love lifes fin.

Together in the night,

I can make love to you,

barely out of God’s sight,

indulging in taboo.

They say death do us part,

But thats when the fun starts.

The Attic

I come here now.

To find you,

maybe even myself.

The attic as you know,

Is the most godforsaken room,

In my entire home.

Ouija boards, curses and spirit games,

Fill this empty space,

Childhood terrors in this place.

Yet I reminisce and revel,

those memories sweet and bright,

to explore a world out of sight.

So even with the tug of hair.

Scratch of skin from those near,

I will still continue to come here.

So I do love the attic,

but I think I will be afraid,

of the dark, forever.

 

Hunger

We have come to terms with it.

There was no escape from this fate,

of hunger.

We had grown fond of each other,

in our short time together.

Three days we have been stuck down here.

Our tongues had swelled and

it was hard to breathe,

ribs piercing through paper skin.

The suggestion spoken by him killed,

the humanity that was left in us

but we both agreed to it.

With the flip of change,

one would be given an end,

while the other would get relief.

When it came up heads,

it might have been a blessing or a curse,

whatever it was it gave me bitter hope.

With the last of my strength,

I got a rock as black as death,

like a reaper I brought it on his head.

With his face nothing but mush,

though tears streamed down my face.

He was food now.

The flesh torn from his bones,

was raw and bloody.

The chunks slipped down like butter.

I choke and gag,

quenching my thirst.

filling a hole.

I realised when I was sick and full,

that no longer was I living,

being completely filled with a dead man.

Poetry Collection