Premeditated Something – 29th April 2014 (22:15)

To say his actions took hours to ferment would be an understatement. To say that he did it on the spur of the moment would be a terrible error in judgement. To say he was deranged and not in a psychologically stable state, would be fair, but not entirely true.

Why Gordon did what he did may never be clear to anyone other than Gordon. He didn’t seem like the type. He was sociable. He was the right kind of emotional. He had never done anything like this before. He had had no severe trauma of lot of growing up.

It was out of character and it made people afraid of him. Afraid of what he might do to them, what he could do and who he could do it to.

No one knew why Gordon did what he did. No one wanted to talk to him long enough to find out. Gordon was a creep.

Bank left – 10 April 2014 (22:45)

The helicopter flew through the village with its guns aimed low, firing it’s heat seeking bullets into enemy and civilian alike.

When it reached the outer house it pulled up, banked a hard left and came back in for another sweep.

The soldiers tried desperately to shoot out down but their bullets seemed to just bounce of the metal bird with no effect.

The helicopters missiles made light work of them and quickly disposed of the truck they hide behind. The stray exploration took down the home that it say in front, crushing the occupants inside.

The pilot left the village a smoking dump. With their houses destroyed, the families killed and their enemy hovering on the horizon, the villages took their chance to escape whilst they could.

They piled out into the burning streets and ran in terror. There were no screams, they hoped that they could pass undetected.

They thought wrong. At that moment the helicopter stormed the village once more, flying lower than ever. With the buildings reduced to ruin, the pilot was able to get to the ground. With his bullets running low, he was able to use the rotar blades to slice the heads of his enemies.

Head from body, only the children could escape and they did not survive the tail blade.

The pilot had won a great victory. He hovered over the dead with glory, circling his destruction like an artist finalising their masterpiece.

“Adrian darling time to go!” Called the pilots mum.

Adrian landed his model helicopter and put down the remote control before running to his mum.

“Did you have fun Adrian?” She asked her young child. “What were you playing?”

“I was freeing the villages from their evil dictators who killed innocents.”

“That’s nice honey,” she replied, barely listening to her son as she contemplated what she should make for tea.

Metal – 19th March 2014 (22:39)

“This won’t be enough to save him.”

“Will this be enough for him to be normal again?”

“He’ll be in a lot of pain.”

“I hope he can walk again.”

“Every limb in his body is being held together by metal right now. He barely has a solid bones left in him.”

“I’m sure it’s not as bad as they thought, it never is as bad as they say.”

“It’s worse than we thought. It’s worse than I’ve ever seen before.”

The mother began to sob over her sons bed sheets, her sister placed a comforting hand on her shoulder.

Outside the doctor spoke to her husband. His tear filled eyes was what had set her off, she had never seen her husband cry before.

She knew her worst fears were realised, her son was a cripple. Her husband had walked away, his son wasn’t normal, would no longer be the star football he had wished him to be.

Only the doctor seemed to care that the boy had lived.