Two eps in one day !!

I was begining to think it was over, was just thinking the other day hadn't seen a new ep for a while........ !

Loving Sree earier and the Slickman with old obi wan LOL

Thanks for not forgetting/giving up !!

Episode 10 – Wheels within wheels within wheels

“You promised me I would be queen Luke. You promised me I would be queen and I’m still not. I wanna be queen and I want it now.”

Jennifer was standing in front of Luke with her arms folded and her face pouting. Tears were running down her cheeks. Luke was standing in front of her. At first sight he appeared to be the epitome of calm, but a skilled observer would have noticed a tightness in his jaw and an icy glint in his eyes. Fortunately for him Jennifer was not a skilled observer.

“Jennifer. Beautiful Jennifer,” he reassured her, “Would I lie to you? Surely you couldn’t think that. I would rather amputate my own leg than let you down. You will be queen ….. these things just take time.”

At this Jennifer began to sob uncontrollably. “That’s not good enough. It’s just not fair. I’m better then Smelly Face Rachel. I’m more cleverer, I’m sweeter and I’m prettier. I should be queen. Justice must be done.”

“And I can be your king like,” said another voice. It was Dale. At this revelation Jennifer was shaken from her hysteria. She looked over her shoulder at him incredulously, then she seemed to remember something and composed herself. “Er, yes that’s right. I’ll be queen and my loyal Dave …. sorry I mean Dale …. will be king.” She then addressed Dale directly. “Be a good boy and fetch me a glass of water will you,” she asked him. Dale immediately jumped up and trotted off to the dungeon kitchen with his tongue lolling out the side of his mouth.

Luke took advantage of the timely intervention. “Jennifer. Jennifer, “ he said slickly, “I’m trying my best to get the evil one to abdicate. I’ll even go to her now and tell her in no uncertain terms how everyone hates her and how everyone loves you and wants you to be queen, and that she should do the decent thing. But she is stubborn and would do anything to cling to power. I don’t think she will take any notice of me.”

“Well tell her she is a smelly poo-face and she is being very mean!” replied Jennifer. “Go now”. And with this she stomped off taking a kick at a stuffed toy in the process.

Luke left the luxury dungeon and locked the door behind him. He immediately banged his hand against the wall in frustration. “Fools! Imbeciles!” he thought to himself, “like any of those Neanderthals could ever truly appreciate the subtlety of my scheme. And speaking of Neanderthals ….”. Despite his promise to Jennifer he didn’t head back into the castle but actually went further into the dungeon. He came to a third door and opened it.

He was greeted by a bizarre sight. An orange glow seemed to permeate the room. The walls were partly padded and the bare areas were cordoned of with yellow “Danger” tape. Mikey was tied to a ridiculously stuffed chair with a gag over his mouth. Mario and Lisa were sat at small card table with a couple of steaming tea cups and a plate of custard creams. Mario was talking “….. and I’ve warned you time and time again you mustn’t get with four feet of Mikey. He’s got a disability you know.”

“Yes Mario” came the flat reply.

Luke walked over to the card table and sat down next to Mario. He put his head in his hands. Mario said nothing. Luke cleared his throat. “Luke, what’s up son?” Mario asked, rather pleased that he has noticed his friends apparent distress.

“I don’t know what to do Mawio,” began Luke, “Jennifer is talking about open revolt. I’ve tried my best to dissuade her. I’ve begged and I’ve pleaded. But she won’t listen to reason. I’m really afraid violence will break out. It’s as we feared. Poor Rachel just doesn’t have the personality to be leader. And as for Jennifer. Pah! If only we had a third candidate. Someone who really cared about our health and safety. Someone who would allow me to serve him loyally … for life …. which is the only goal of my humble existence.”

Luke stared at Mario through his fingers. “Come on mastermind, join the dots” he thought to himself, but Mario was intent on his custard creams. Luke sighed internally. “If the mountain shall not come to Mohammed ….”

“Maybe you could do it Mario?” he suggested, “You’re respected by all. And just look how you carefor Mikey’s welfare. It brings a tear to my eye. And you know something, Rachel might agree to move over for you. I think she may have a sneaky crush on you.”

Mario smiled proudly, “Well I suppose I have a certain magnetism. Don’t I Lisa?”

“Yes Mario”

“Y’know that might not be a bad idea. We can make everything safe. No more accidents if I’m in charge.”

“Yes Mawio. It is truly the best idea I have heard in ages. And remember your loyal Luke. I don’t seek reward, and live only to serve, but every now and then a little er … recognition …. makes me happy. You’ll remember that won’t you Mawio?”


Next Episode – Ten Little Witches All in a Row

And something wicked still this way comes...

My god i really thought i was reliving BB9 all over again - you paint a great picture Culty !

Wondered where this went

Good to see it back.

I never hated Luke as much as a lot of people on here,But your version seriously gives me the creeps

Episode 10 – Ten Little Witches All in a Row

Sister Alexandra slipped into the side closet and gently closed the door behind her. The closet was transformed into total darkness but she ran her hand along the edge of the door frame and found a secret button. She flicked it on and a dim light bulb flickered on. She then climbed out of her street clothes and stashed them behind a broken vacuum cleaner. She pulled down a canvass linen bag from a high shelf and pulled out a black hooded robe. Sister Alexandra pulled it on, it was thick and uncomfortable. “Aw man, I wish they would do this sh*t in Burberry” she mumbled to herself. But she didn’t have time to dally as she was heading towards a very important meeting.

When she arrived at the secret location she was relieved to find out she wasn’t late. Sisters Caroline, Narinder, Adele, Lisa-4, Vanessa-5, Makosi, Charley-8 and Bea were waiting. They were all wearing the same type of robe as Alexandra. Only Sister Grace wasn’t present. Alexandra pulled up a chair and indulged in some small talk.

After a while Sister Grace arrived. Sister Bea immediately sprung to her feet and engulfed her in a big hug. “Dahling so lovely to see you” she gushed and the two women did an exaggerated mwah-mwah kiss on each cheek. However as the parted Alexandra distinctly heard both mutter curses under their breath, “Sloan Hussey” , “Hippy freak”.

“So nice of you to join us Sister Grace” said High Sister Makosi rising to her feet, “and I’m so pleased that you have found the confidence to give the fuller figure look a try, but I have to call the latest meeting of the Sisterhood of the Viper Tongue to order.” There were murmurs of approval. Makosi continued. “The goals of our sisterhood have always been clear, spread chaos and discord in our worlds with the aim of producing anarchy. And from this anarchy the weak shall be chaffed and the strong shall emerge. And from the strong there will emerge The One, the Ultimate Messiah, who shall impregnate us all that we might become the brood mothers of a stronger species.”

Makosi continued. “We have identified four who have the potential to be the Ultimate Messiah, but Sister Vanessa-5 has some concerns as to the recent actions of Candidate 4, Victor.” She turned to Vanessa, “You have the chair blondie.”

Vanessa stood up. “As you all know, my world exists in a state of delicate balance between the Jungle Catz faction and the Lip Gloss Killerz faction. I have aligned myself with the Catz and I have been quietly manipulating the situation to almost civil war. A war I calculated that the Catz would win and Victor would emerge as the leader (once the Scottish tw*t had been er …. emasculated). Unfortunately Victor has been spending a lot of time away from world-5 in the free association zone. He has been keeping …. unusual company.”

“Who exactly?” asked High Sister Makosi.

“Jon Tickle and Eugene” replied Vanessa.

“What?” raged Makosi, “Jon, the Star Wars geek, and …. well EUGENE. What the hell is the connection there?”

“I’m not entirely sure. But his absence is having unforeseen effects. The balance of power in world-5 has swung back to the Killerz and I’ve been desperately trying to reel the situation in until Victor returns. Unfortunately it could be spiralling out of my control. It could degenerate into a state of outright war any day.”

Makosi sat absorbing this information. “Right I have reached a decision. We have to get this dickless wonder back into the game.” She turned to Alexandra. “Sister Alexandra, I understand you sometimes socialise with Victor. Use your influence to get him away from the geeks.”

“I authorise the use of any means necessary ……”


Next Episode – Glitterball Hell

Loving Alex and Makosi - great stuff

Interlude

“Please don’t make me hurt them nana, they’re my friends”

“They’re not your friends. They’re whores, liars and adulterers. They are here to hurt you. They want to lock you up and throw away the key. And they want to put me in a home. And we will never see each other again Charlie. Don’t you care about you nana anymore?”

“Of course I do nana, you’ve always loved me. But they’ve always been so kind to me”.

“They’re using you Charlie. They hate you really. They want to hurt you. They’re just jealous of you Charlie. But I can help you Charlie. I’ll look after you. You do trust me don’t you Charlie? You do love your nana don’t you? I’ll look after you Charlie, I’ll make it all stop.”

“Will you really help me nana? Will you make the voices stop?”

“Yes Charlie, just listen to your nana my beautiful boy? Everything will be alright. You’ve done nothing wrong …..”

oooh scary not bloody nana LOLOL

Nana sounds like Gollum.

Nice Gollum . .

Nice Nana

Episode 11 – Glitterball Hell

PBK stood to one side watching with complete bemusement. She was in a darkened room with coloured lights racing across the floor. A group of women were standing in the middle of the lights doing strange uncoordinated rhythmic movements to music. “Yes sir I can boogie …..” rang out from the speakers. “What he f**k is a boogie?” thought PBK. Where she came from that was a green sticky thing that came out of kids noses. Her attention drifted to a large rotating ball which hung from the ceiling. It appeared to be covered in small shards of glass. “What the f**k is the point of that?” she thought, the she shrugged “Don’t even try to understand these people, it’s no the wonder they nearly died out.”

She turned her attention to the group of men who were standing at the bar. Her target, Anthony Hutton, was amongst them. From her observation of their conversation his companions seemed to be called Craig, Maxwell, Derek, Roberto and Science. They were all dressed strangely even for the period. Maxwell was dressed as some sort of law enforcement officer, Science appeared to work in construction, Roberto was a soldier, Derek was dressed in a full Red Indian head dress, and Craig was dressed all over in studded black leather, with a leather cap and a handlebar moustache. He was staring at Anthony with a look of adoration on his face. Anthony didn’t appear to notice and was instead sipping a colourful drink through and curly plastic straw whilst watching the women gyrating.

Craig was talking, “….. you look really good with the drink Anfernee. I love the way you suck it through that straw. It’s just so …..” (a small gasp emerged from the back of his throat, “ …. masculine.”

“Aye yer right there Craig lad.”

“I can suck as well Anfernee. We can have a race to see who can empty their drink first. Just me and you Anfernee. What do you say Anfernee? I bet you’ll be really impressed. You might want to see more.”

“Aye might be a laugh. Ready one, two, three, go”. With this Anthony emptied his drink through the straw with one gulp. PBK noticed that Craig didn’t bother racing as he had suggested but instead simply watched Anthony in awe. For a split second his knees appeared to buckle, and PBK heard his leather pants beginning to make a creaking noise, like a pressure was being exerted against them.

Just then one of the women came up towards Anthony and with a giggle tried to pull him onto the dance floor. Craig intervened.

“Leave us Sam. Were having an important chat. We’ll come over and dance with you chicks later.”

“Nah man Craig I fancy a dance, Ha’way and come wi’ us” Anthony replied as he allowed himself to be dragged.

“But Anfernee,” protested Craig, “we’re having so much fun here. We don’t need her! Would you not rather dance with me?” But it was too late. Anthony was already surrounded by the women and appeared to be enjoying himself.

“Anfernee!” screeched Craig, “Anfernee! Come back here. I thought we were friends.”

PBK had seen enough. She was aware that time was pressing and so far she had only located three of her intended targets. She headed towards the exit, but was almost bowled over by the leather clad Craig who was running towards the door with tears streaking down his face.

Next Episode – Boyz N Da Hood

I almost felt sorry for Craig... i said ALMOST PMSL !!!!

Episode 12 – Boyz N Da Hood

Ahmed was running for dear life, scurrying from one boarded up shop front to another passed colourful pieces of graffiti which proudly proclaimed that Michy luvs Chicken, and that the LBK Rulz. He was dressed in a white t-shirt with combat pants and boots, around his head he wore a leopard skin bandana.

“How could I have been so stupid?” he thought to himself. He was feeling pent up all morning so he had gone for a quick stroll to clear his head, but he had inadvertently strayed into enemy territory. It was an easy mistake to make. Slickman’s mysterious long absences had meant that the JC’s were slowly losing control of the streets. One by one the LBK were making ground. The area he was in, until just a few days ago had been JC. Now it was Death.

“Run run little kitty cat” came a mocking voice behind him, and Ahmed quickened his pace. Then he thought he recognised an alleyway which would lead to JC territory and salvation. He sprinted towards it his heart pounding …..

But it wasn’t to be. Just as he turned into the alleyway he ran into three figures, dressed in pink leotards, fishnet stocking and with full make-up. The all wore a pink silk sash around their waists. Michelle, Nadia, and Emma quickly forced him to the floor his face pressed against the tarmac. Nadia roughly pulled back on his hair and forced him to look up at another approaching figure, also dressed in pink and black.

“We have us a little pussy”, said Marco, “Hello Ahmed”. He walked over to the struggling prostrate figure and lifted he head still further. “Such a purty mouth,” he continued, a touch of sinister menace in his voice, “You’re a long way from home little pussy. You know the rules. And you know what must happen now don’t you Ahmed?” Giggling Michelle grabbed Ahmed head and moved it from side to side imitating a head shake. Marco feigned shock. “Oh you don’t know do you Ahmed?” he moved closer and whispered into Ahmed’s ear, “First I’m going to whip you to within an inch of your life ….. and then I’m going to have you.” He removed his pink sash and tied a large knot in the end.

“Oh sweet Allah, oh f**king hell” screeched Ahmed as he saw Marco’s arm starting to move back. Suddenly another voice, heavily accented, interrupted the proceedings. “Let him go Marco, or I’ll rip yuir fahckin heed off.”.

Marco hissed, “He broke the treaty Jason, he’s fair game. He wandered into LBK territory. You know the rules. Unless you want it to escalate into full scale war.”

“Suits me freak”, said Jason, tensing his muscles.

“We outnumber you” hissed Marco.

“Not by much”, offered another voice and Vanessa entered the conversation, “and Slick and Becki are in shouting distance. A battle here will be the end of both gangs. And Dan’s Tweeners are more than happy to pick on the bones of the carcass.”

Marco was apoplectic. “But he broke the treaty ….” He ranted.

“And can you not just turn a blind just this once”, continued Vanessa reasonably, “after all, we do every time Michelle sneaks into our territory to meet Stu under the table.” Her trump card played she narrowed her eyes slightly and studied Marco. Looking furious he glared at Michelle. She blushed slightly, and smiled nervously, then nodded her head in ascent. Marco shot her a look like a dagger, but realising he had very little choice he motioned for Nadia, Michelle and Emma to release Ahmed. Relieved he scuttled to relative safety behind Jason. As the JC’s turned to leave Marco whispered to Vanessa “It’s not over yet you South African bitch”.

“It is for today” she replied calmly and began to walk away. As the LBK’s faded from sight she let her internal anger take over. “F**k you Victor, where the hell are you. This place is gonna kick-off and I’m not sure I can hold it together. The sisterhood is so close to their goals, and I can’t let a d**kless wonder like you f**k it up now”, she muttered to herself. After a few deep breaths she felt her anger subsiding, “I can only do what I can”, she thought, “the rest is up to Sister Alexandra”. Suddenly she stopped dead. She had the strangest paranoid feeling that someone was watching her. She looked about. Nobody was visible. Although she could have sworn that she could hear breathing nearby. “Now that is “f**king weird”, she thought to herself, and hurried on to catch up to Jason and Ahmed.



Next Episode – Softly Softly Catch a Monkey

*squeeee* So glad this is back!

Me too - who needs BB11 LOL

Episode 13 – Softly Softly Catch a Monkey

Victor tapped at his ear, the earpiece made a screech and then a voice began to emerge “ (crackle crackle) … you hear me Obi-Wan? Respond please.”

“Yeah yeah I can hear you, but turn down the feed that static nearly deafened me.”

“Static? There shouldn’t be any this is a digital unit. Let me check something”, there is a pause and the sound of fumbling, “is that (crackle) better?”

“No it’s still on the line.”

“Not possible. Tell me when you hear it again (crackle)”

“Just then”

“When?”

“Just then”

“Oh wait is this what you heard (crackle)”

“Yeah that’s it.”

“Sorry Obi-Wan, I just fancied some Quavers. Anyhow our target is on the move again. She’s just come out of world five and seems to be heading to three. Your closest Eugene, head over there.”

Another disembodied voice entered the conversation. “Copied Jon. But what do I do when I get there? How do we stop her?”

“Don’t worry Young Skywalker I have a plan. You’d better head over there as well Victor we’ll probably need you both. Try to avoid people as much as possible.”

“Understood. You should be able to see everything with your infra-red gizmo. Who’s about?”

“Nobody really. Marcus is by the pool he’s covered in a duvet and he seems to be …. urggh. Dirty f**ker. Right lets see, you’re here, Point A, you’ve got to get to Point B. So I’ll be de facto SatNav. Ok listen carefully. You’ll have to pass the shower room. Emily and Saskia are there, looks like they’re about to get undressed. Yep taking their tops of now, just stripped down to their knickers. Looks like they are about to come off too …”

“Jon ….”

“Just getting in the showers now. The waters steaming hot, just dripping off their ….”

“Jon! Geezer you need help . …”

“What? Oh sorry. Miles away. The showers seem clear for the time being. Hurry passed them, turn left, and you should have a clear run to rendezvous with Eugene. Then I will produce my latest miracle Obi-Wan. Jon out. May the force be with you.”

Victor’s ear piece clicked off and once again he wondered how the hell he got himself into this situation. It was almost like he was caught in some sort of bizarre story and was unable to control his actions. With a resigned shrug of his shoulders he walked briskly in the direction of World 3.

As he headed off a heavily built, and heavily armed figure emerged from behind a bend in the corridor and began to follow him.

Next Episode – The capture of PBK

The story so far …..

In a dystopian far future an ancient computer is located and a mysterious soldier known only as PBK believes it may hold the key to saving the world. She enters the computers digitized environment just before a mysterious enemy storms her compound and apparently destroy it.

Inside the computer a new and strange environment has been formed made up of 10 separate worlds, each with it’s own unique characters and environment. PBK arrives in this world and begins to systematically search it, trying to locate 10 specific individuals, who she sees as essential to her plan.

Unbeknown to PBK however her arrival was witnessed by Eugene-6 and Victor-5 who form an uneasy alliance to investigate the mystery. Also one of her enemies has followed her, intent on her destruction. The enemy seems to be a member of an extreme religious cult who worship a deity known only as He.

Meanwhile….

In World 9 Luke, an ambitious Machiavellian politician is plotting the overthrow Queen Rachel and place Mario, a puppet ruler, on the throne.

A secret sisterhood featuring one representative from each of the worlds meet and reveal that they plan find the “ultimate messiah” and mate with him to produce a new superpowerful breed of human. Victor-5 is one of their leading candidates. Their most feared henchwoman Alexandra-9 is despatched to locate Victor-5 and find out what he is up to.

Another member of the sisterhood, Vanessa-5 is fighting to maintain order in the strife torn World 5, which is on the verge of tearing itself apart in a vicious gang war.

In World-10 Charlie starts hearing voices in his head urging him to destroy his worldmates ……

Hey, I knew that stuff already...

(crackle) its quavers LOL

Brilliant stuff

Episode 14 – The Capture of PBK

When Victor arrived outside Wolrd 3 Eugene was already their waiting for him. The wall outside the door still had the faint trace of a black circuit pattern visible. “What’s happening”, Victor asked quickly.

Eugene was perplexed. “It’s completely weird,” he observed, “I was hiding just over there and this pattern just appeared out of nowhere. Then an artificial voice said ‘Target designate: Lawler, Kate located’ and the pattern started to fade. There’s some weird stuff going on.”

“Why Kate? Killer bod but there’s more interesting people.”

“I don’t know. Rumour is she’s the top girl in World 3. Do you think that’s significant?”

Their train of thought was interrupted by Jon’s voice in their ear pieces. “Ok look alive you two, the targets moving towards you, out of World 3. Ok this is what you have to do. Victor there is a small kitchen just 50 yards away. There is a fire blanket located there. Quickly go and get it.”

“Ok” replied Victor and he ran off, returning with the heavy duty cloth. “No what?” he asked.

“Our target’s approaching, get ready to grab her in the blanket!”

“Grab her in the blanket! Is that your masterplan? Geezer we can’t even see her she’s invisible remember.”

“Trust in the force, and the force will provide ….”

At that moment all hell broke loose. A white dust cloud seemed to suddenly drift across the corridor and a figure was outlined in the mist. Seeing their opportunity Victor and Eugene pounced and wrapped the blanket around it. The mysterious stranger struggled like a tiger but Victor and Eugene had the element of surprise and managed to force her to the ground amidst the dust.

“Jon. What the hell is this s**t” demanded Victor between sneezes.

“Quite a simple ruse really”, replied Jon, sounding very pleased with himself, “I simply reversed the blow on the air conditioning so it started to blow out. That there is simply household dust. It’s a fascinating substance dust. Did you know it’s about 80% dead skin cells ….”

“So your telling me that I’ve got like dead people up my nose. Great plan Jon.”

Jon sounded hurt. “Hey don’t knock it. It worked.”

“Yeah but I’m gonna have to be showering and cleaning my clothes for weeks …..”

“Err, a little help here guys” asked Eugene. Victor turned. The prostate figure in the blanket was getting a second wind and starting to struggle again. “You. Stay. Down” he snarled and pushed down. As he did so has hand seemed to press down on a small device, there was a crack and suddenly the light around the prostate form seemed to shimmer and a beautiful woman, with tan coloured skin and long brown hair became visible.

“Let me go you primitive motherf**kers” she growled, “I’m warning you. I don’t want to hurt you, but be under no illusions I will if I have to. You have no idea ….”

As a response to the threat Victor tightened the blanket around PBK, restricting her movements. She gasped for breath.

“My friend, you have no idea what is going on here, “she protested, “you don’t even realise that your a comp…. a comp…. Arggh …. a COMPLETE MORON.”

“I might be a moron sweetheart”, replied Victor, “but you’re the one wrapped in the blanket. Now who are you?”

PBK struggled to reach the dagger on her belt but her arms were bound too tight. She looked around in panic but could see nothing which she could use to free herself. She had to admit defeat.

“Ok. Ok.” She groaned, “My name is ….”

“Perin Bennett Kelly”, boomed another voice, “If you have a god I suggest you make your peace with him.”

A large figure dressed in combat fatigues came into view. A red spot of a laser sight focused on PBK’s forehead.

“Oh my god”, she screamed, “a commie …..”



Next Episode – What if God was one of us?

ooh exciting - Idid wonder what PBK stood for LOL

I hope this keeps going after BB ends - definitely helps to keep interest going in here !

Episode 15 – What if God was one of us?

Victor was having severe problems processing what was happening. He was rolling about the floor, covered in dust, wrestling with a stranger in a blanket. Then some dude armed like the SAS arrives threatening to shoot everyone, and now he had Jon in his ear screaming for him to turn the volume of the ear piece up to maximum and to throw it. Acting purely on instinct he did what he was told and as he threw the earpiece there was a deafening burst of static and the stranger recoiled slightly just enough for his aim to slip, and a vicious looking dart emerged from his gun missed PBK’s forehead by millimetres and embedded itself in the wall.

Victor looked at Eugene bemusedly who simply shrugged. “I guess he’s moved onto Wheat Chrunchies!” he said.

The momentary distraction was all PBK needed. With unbelievable strength she pushed herself upwards, throwing both Victor and Eugene aside and in a fluid movement freed her arms. Grabbing her dagger from her belt she leapt athletically at the assassin, intent on gutting him.

Unbelievably the assassin seemed to duck under her leap, and with nothing to stop her forward momentum she somersaulted through the air and crashed into the wall. “Ow. Ow. OWWW”, she screeched as she made solid contact, “I am NOT having a good day” To add insult to injury the dagger fell out of her hand and scuttled across the floor. Expecting the Commie to be on top of her any minute she made a dive for the dagger. Grabbing it she rolled onto on to one knee ready to defend herself.

But to her astonishment the Commie didn’t even notice her. He was staring transfixed along the corridor. He hadn’t even ducked but instead had simply dropped to his knees. He had dropped his gun and was now staring, eyes streaming with tears, whilst muttering under his breath, “Oh He, giver of life and meaning, Oh my sweet lord, why have you chosen to honour me thus”. Following his line of sight PBK stared at another figure shambling towards them ….. He was wrapped from head to toe in what appeared to be a heavily stained duvet.

“What’s going on here you nutters?” asked a non-comprehending Marcus, then his gaze focused on PBK, “Who are you?” he asked, “God, that’s uncanny, you look just like ….”

But PBK wasn’t really listening she was staring at the Commie in wonderment. The moment Marcus had opened his mouth the Commie had broken down into uncontrollable sobs of joy. For the first time in her life PBK felt she truly understood her enemy and the simple power of religious devotion.

However, she was nothing if not practical. “Time to go Perin”, she thought and flicked on her light bending unit. But nothing happened! Panicking she fumbled about with the switch but still nothing. Dismayed she realised it must have been damaged during the earlier struggle. In horror she realised her recall unit was damaged too. “Stay calm! Stay calm!” she urged herself, “Think logically! OK the Commie, if he’s here he must have a way to get back. So I will be needing this”. She grabbed his fallen weapon but he didn’t even notice but just continued staring at Marcus. “Right I don’t know how Commie tech works so I guess he lives. For now.” She looked over her shoulder. A crowd was starting to gather, gawping at the strange spectacle. “Hmm. It’s seems that the stealth period of this operation is well and truly over” she muttered and fired a warning shot about the heads of the spectators. Predictably they scrambled away.

“You” she barked at Eugene, pointing the weapon at him, “we need a secluded place. Do you know of any?”

“I … I …. know one … but….”

“Take us there now. Both of you. That is not a request. And you …. Marcus isn’t it? You come as well and tell him to follow you.” she indicated to the awestruck Commie.

“Why … why … should I do that? And why should he come with me because I ask him to? He doesn’t even know me.”

“You should do it because I’m the one with a laser sighted dart gun aimed at your balls. And believe me you could ask him to wear a waistcoat full of explosives and blow himself up and he would do it. Now move ….”


Next Episode – It is written

thanks culty - is it me or is it getting even more violent ? LOL

Episode 16 – It is written

“Who is she? Who is she? Where did they get her from?”

High Sister Makosi was not a happy bunny. She stood before Sister Alexandra, ranting and banging on the table. Alexandra felt herself take an involuntary step backwards in the face of the onslaught.

“I ask you to do one thing. One simple thing. Just get Victor away from the geeks. And you come back with some cock and bull story about women appearing magically from thin air, and some paramilitary psycho with a Jones for Marcus. Tell me sister, have you been smoking some good skunk?”

“I know it sounds strange. But that is what happened. I swear on my oath. A dark haired woman just appeared out of thin air. Went a bit postal. Shot the place up and then just kind of …. well …. disappeared again.”

“With Victor?”

“Yes High Sister. With Victor.”

Makosi glared at her long and hard. After a few minutes she screeched. “Bea! Sister Bea, bring me the Book of Prophecy now.” Bea scuttled in almost immediately, carrying a plastic ring folder which had some yellowing paper pages hanging out of it. “Well leave it here and get out of my sight …. and for goods sake change you deodorant.”

“Sit down Sister Alexandra” snarled Makosi and Alexandra complied. Makosi opened the folder and thumbed through the pages. “This is a passage from the Fable of the End Times”, she explained, “see what you think.”

She began to read. “And be it known that a voice shall call them one by one unto a room, where they shall speak foully of but two of their companions. And those companions of whom the greatest number do speak foully shall thus face the judgement of the masses. And once that judgement is made the dark haired one shall summon them forth to run the gauntlet of the wolves. And they shall be judged by the nation, and condemned to a purgatory of falling out of doors at night, as if in stupor. And the fairest amongst them shall be stripped half bare before the seeing lenses, as they doth prostitute themselves for the want of gold.

And the process shall be repeated until only one shall remain. And he shall be the Ultimate Messiah and shall be granted a bounty of one hundred gross gold.”

Makosi closed the folder with deliberation and stared at Alexandra. “Now I don’t know for sure what that means, but if your story is true. And that’s a big if. Then it can’t be coincidence that a dark haired woman shows up. And shows up close to Victor at that. So I will order you again. Find out what the f**k is going on. And if you can’t I don’t want to see you again. Do you understand Team 50 cent?”

Alexandra nodded curtly. “Just one question High Sister. Do you really think it is the start of the End Times?”

Makosi stared at her cold as steel. “We all know this is a finite existence sister. But you are not kept around to think. You are kept around to obey blindly. And to kiss my African ass whilst doing it. So why are you still here?”


Next Episode – The Unbearable Lightness of Scheming

Interlude

“Oh god Nana what have we done (choke) ….. there’s blood ….. there’s so much blood …..”