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He approached the wood land area with the Owls sound drawing him in, he ventured further. He was no longer cold, yet warm and lost his dressing gown almost voluntary. Mud smothered his feet as he kicked away his slippers from his pale feet. He felt no need to rub away the sleep felt weight that rested on his eye lids, and the woods came to an end. Darrell could see the land marks of the resting, he continued to them, wondering why he wanted to. How did this night suddenly turn to day? Had he gone mad and walked around in daylight as a nights man? But wait...he was still there, with the resting. The sun was blinding yet Darrell was very cold again...ice cold. He moved closer towards the voices. He walked quietly as not to be noticed, but needed an answer to why he was here. He knew this place it seems, not far from his house. There, a man talking down and people gathered around dressed in black crying. A funeral. He was at the cemetery. Darrell thought about all the better places he could have chosen to sleep walk. He waited for the mourners to depart and made his way over to the tombstone. He nosily bent down and moved the flowers from the plack. It was there that Darrell finally seen, it read...DARRELL SMOGGS R.I.P...

His tormented soul roamed, until he was visioned with his past. He would see those he hurt. His heroin addiction killed him, like he killed those...to feed his addiction.

Darrells Dream Part 1 of 2

He had had this reoccurring dream so often now it was like an every day truth. He would wake up and check the clock, it was 3:30am. He would venture out wearing only his brown slippers, red pajamas and blue dressing robe. Up and down the streets lay empty and snow had settled like an invisible visitor. The street lamps seems to light the way for Darrell to follow, he was following his subconscious sleep self. He could hear the birds communicating with each other from the bare trees, yet birds were out of sight. Why is that? A faded breeze seemed to find its way to make Darrell colder, but he walked on. He felt like the only one on the earth, even though he concealed a sense of loneliness, there was nobody who could hurt him. Was there? He was curious to why he was here. This felt like his own time, if only life in the woken world would allow this much freedom...

RUNAWAY FORKLIFT

The warehouse workers smoked fags and read the latest news in the paper. The canteen was full, with gossip about some unexplained occurrences the night before.

'Eh Bob? Is this your truck!'

The workers laughed as Bob studied the picture.

'Fuck me, it looks like mine. Even got the sticker.'

Bob went to inspect his truck and sure enough there was blood all over the carriage plate and forks.

'What tha?'

Asda had been rammed by a rouge forklift and Bob was the suspect. That night Bob was washing up, when he thought he'd seen some thing travel by his window. He went out to investigate.

His forklift came straight for him ripping him in half. Then wheel spinned on his dog and cat before ramming the spine from Mrs Bob. The runaway Forklift then reversed into the Christmas tree and goldfish, squashing the family hamster.

Nobody is safe. Quick, go look outside...can you see the runaway?

THE BLOW UP DOLL MURDERS part four

Trudy Grudy watched Wanker Wotkins play with himself. He was viewing a porno movie. Trudy bobbed up behind him in his chair...

'BBRRRPPP!'

SLASH!

Trudy's pizza cutter was mask taped to her hand, and ran across wanker Wotkins throat. Blood sprayed over his flatmate who was tied up on the floor. Trudy then turned her attention to Skinny Bev, who was cryiing in pain in the absence of his ankles.

'Soorryyy!!' Bev cried.

'BRRRPP!' returned Trudy, bobbing up to him holding Wotkins Adam's apple. She slammed in down Bev's throat until he began chewing it. Soon after watching, Trudy went into the kitchen and turned on the gas. She inflated herself with some and then bobbed back into the living room to the final two rapist killers.

Trudy faced them both...

'BRRPPP!'

Before throwing herself on Wanker Wotkins burning nub end in the ash tray.

BBBOOOOMMMMM!!!!

Flames had engulfed the house, and the clock had just struck midnight.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN.

TIMMY part five

Jasper n Clyde moved in, swift n deadly. They had found Timmy on the farm. Timmy sat nervously on the branch of the huge oak tree, Billy hid in the shed with a peg gun. Timmy was shaking as they swooped down knocking him off the branch. Timmy flipped in mid air and went after them. Jasper n Clyde were shocked as they seen Timmy eyes glaring. Billy missed them with the peg gun and they went after him. Timmy bombed forwards with his god speed and rammed into Jasper n Clyde. Jasper bit Timmy's wing and Clyde circled round with fangs on display! Timmy homed in like in his peanut practice onto Clyde's eyes, Timmy stayed strong. He could see his mom and dad dying.

'Not this time!!!'

Timmy opened his mouth and smashed into Clyde who was stronger. They both crashed into the tree. Jasper bolted down and hit Timmy. Timmy forced himself up to fly, he was weakening. Clyde was blinded as his eyes rolled out. The taste of blood made Timmy feel sick, but he had Clyde to tend with.

'Now ya fuckin dead!!!' screamed Clyde. He bit Timmy's other wing and he went down. Timmy bit back scrapping with Clyde, but he was too weak. Clyde smirked and showed off his daggers of death. Timmy covered his head with his wings and prayed...

SMACK!

Timmy waited... 'No pain...eh'?

Billy came running over, he had just shot Clyde in the head and killed him!

'Are you alright Timmy?' asked Billy shaking.

'Y,yes...thanks to you.'

Jasper fly towards them, using his sense of smell, Timmy pushed Billy away and charged into Jasper. Jasper fly back and the nail leading up to Billy's tree house pierced Clyde's head.

It was over.

Timmy lived in Billy's tree house happy ever after, feeding on the fruit that grew on the huge oak tree. He was finally free, and it's all thanks to you bloggers!

**MY REASON FOR THE SUDDEN ENDING IS THIS...YOU ALWAYS NEED A FRIEND.**

TIMMY part four

Billy helped Timmy attach the weights to his wings. They felt heavy but would be good for his wing speed. Then Billy hung the Peanuts up by string and got his play bow n arrow ready.

Timmy struggled to stay in the air at first and did a few circles in the attic. Timmy aimed for the peanuts, imagining that they were Jaspers n Clydes eyes. At the same time he had to dodge Billy's arrows fast. Timmy trained hard, he had to be faster, stronger, fitter and more cunning than his evil step brothers. Timmy had razor sharp teeth, sharp enough to kill them with. Timmy got hit at first, but as the days passed he became faster without the weights and had aquired pinpoint accuracy. That night while nibbling on a pear, he listened to Billy speak about his happy home here with his foster parents. Timmy had made a friend, but knew the worst was yet to come. Tomorrow, he would lure Jasper n Clyde to a fight to the death!

*Join us next time for the final adventures of Timmy!*

THE BLOW UP DOLL MURDERS part three

Dirty Terry and Carpethead Kevin were having a whale of a time. They knew nothing of Drunken Bobs demise at the hands of Trudy, the possessed blow up doll from the back streets. Instead tonight, they had polished off a bottle of vodka and some Viagra. They thought it funny to come across a similar blow up doll in a skip, like the one they beat up. Probably insane, Dirty Terry and CarpetHead Kevin took it in turns to have pretend sex with the doll, giggling as they do. DT was performing doggy style and pounding the air out from the doll.

'Poof, poof.'

Then CK took over and flipped the doll on its back, legs behind the ears. Then slipped in his unwashed Penis and began shunting away.

'Poof, poof.'

Now what they failed to notice was it was Trudy lying there, in secret and pretending. But Trudy had a plan...a double murder!

Trudy could also feel the pain and pleasure. In spirit she had a Clitoris, Vulva and could enjoy the pleasure. She screamed a 'BBRRRRPPP!' out as her plastic Vagina friction burned their staffs.

'Ouch! Fuck that!' cried Dirty Terry clutching his droop.

'I aint avin that!' swore Carpethead Kevin, pulling up his Y fronts.

'BBBRRRPPP!'

Trudy's legs moved on their own from her head to the floor and she faced them.

'What tha...?'

Their Penises began swelling up and they screamed in pain.

'BBRRRPPPP!'

Trudy was covered in Anthrax and Asbestos! A local break in at the factory's near by.

'BBRRRPP! Brrrrppp!'

Dirty Terry and Carpethead Kevin fell to the floor choking and scratching. Trudy bounced up off the coffee table sex surface, and bounced to the kitchen. She glanced in the cupboards until she found some Salt and a cheese grater, and then bobbed back into the living room and threw it at double trouble, then grated their ankles away.

'AAARRRGGGHHH!'

Trudy bobbed towards the door, and rose her hand to wave without looking back...

'BBBRRRRPPP.'

TIMMY part three

Timmy cried to himself as his nightmares woke him up. He missed his mom and dad so much and was all alone. He could feel Jasper n Clyde hunting him not far away. He'd promised to prepare himself, and a small boy had been leaving him bread who lived in the house with his family. It had been a few days since Timmy had found this hiding place, and he was happy to have made a friend in Billy. Billy was eleven and had got Timmy the equipment he needed to begin his training.

2 Peanuts

2 Pieces of string

2 2 pound weights

and a bow and plastic arrows for Billy to use.

'Join us in the next two parts where Timmy begins his training with Billy and a show down with the Vampires!'

THE BLOW UP DOLL MURDERS part two

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TIMMY part two

'O no! I can sense them. They are on their way.'

Timmy flew from the fruit tree that had sheltered him from view, Jasper n Clyde were not far away.

'If I can just make it to that house over there I can hide in the roof!'

Timmy flew hard, his wings fought the wind and his fear was draining him. He knew that once they caught him, they would torture him. The same as what they did to his family, tore them apart as the remaining Bat's including Timmy, watched in tears. Jasper n Clyde was in the distance and they were heading this way!

'Fly Timmy fly!! Come on mate you can do it!' Timmy pushed himself hard he homed in on the gap in the roof, just big enough for a Timmy bat. He glided inside and was impressed with himself in the respect that he could fly faster, and with more control than he ever thought.

Timmy peeped at Jasper n Clyde whizz past, looking evil and how Vampire Bat's should look. Next time he may not be so lucky, but lucky for him they can't detect his scent the way he can pick up theirs. Also Timmy can travel around in day light for longer periods than Jasper n Clyde. In the dark night Timmy pondered on the fact that although he was somewhat different from the other Bats, he needed to harness the skill to keep himself safe. And for this he needs a place to train...

THE BLOW UP DOLL MURDERS part one

'I can't go out there, they will beat me up!'

Flo pushed Sid away and peered her big goggle eyes through her Victorian windows. 'Blimey, it looks like a young lady.'

The five drunken men stamped and kicked the plastic, that contained little air around. They were like a pack of vicious wolves and attacked until the last air left the squashed form. Flo watched the men walk off and then ran out onto the cobble street. Sid grabbed his farmers cap and followed. They were lost for words as they're eyes cast upon what seemed as some sort of doll!

'Thought ya said it was a girl, love?'

Flow with her hands at her hips, 'Well it bleedin well looks like a girl don't it! Them men must have been more drunk than they though, or crazy. Fancy beating up a doll.'

Sid bent down with cracking knee's, 'It's a sex doll. Like the ones of tha telly.'

'Get out of it dirty sod, this is going in the trash. Stupid men. And don't think you're having a look at her bit, dirty perv. Now in the house with you.'

Sid did as he was told while flow disposed of the blow up doll in the trash. She tutted as she seen the mouth section for oral, butt hole for anal and Virgina hole for straight sex. Then she smiled as she read the dolls name tag. 'Huh, Trudy? Trudy grudy.'

The door was closed, and the night was alive once more. Sounds of inflating, Trudy's war cry...

BRRRRBBB!

The trash lid fell to the floor as she faced her revenge with five drunken men.

Trudy bounce stepped slowly, and moved silent. The only warning is her deflating sound...

BRRRBBB!

And then your dead, she is alive. Trudy, THE BLOW UP DOLL MURDERS!

(Timmy 2, part two) FANGS OF DEATH! (Jasper & Clyde)

'So Clyde, this is where he speaks to them reader people. It's a blog of some kind, the writer has quite a following.'

'Yes, so he does. That won't harper our search Jasper, we will just 'hang' about here for a while and then we can plan our attack on that little runt Timmy!'

'I like it, sounds like a plan. That small, weak, fake Bat will inhale his last breath. I'm going to rip his ears off and tear his wings from that puny mouse torso, ha ha.'

'Ha ha, yes, yes. Just like we did to his parents, make lots of mess!'

'Even though he has reader buddies, that won't stop us...'

'HERE, KITTY KITTY'

'I want to keep him, please mommy?'

Sophie caught the passing glance from her step father, a big fellow with no hair. He sat at the table reading the paper and occasionally shoved forkfuls of curry into his mouth.

Sophie's mother passed a confirmation glance at her husband Eddie before the plate that he was eating off hit the wall.

CRASH!

'That fuckin shit Cat ain't livin under ma bloody roof!' Eddie stood up, face red like a whoopee cushion.

'Ed, please.' Begged Sophie's mother, shielding her daughter.

Eddie reached for her throat, and not for the first time. She was frail enough as it was without this. 'Who tha spit ya talkin to? Ya fuckin hooker, I run this house! Not you, and not that little bitch over there!'

'Mommy!' Cried Sophie screaming.

Eddie turned his anger towards the stray Cat that Sophie had found in the woods. It cowered from him, hissing from beneath the table.

'Ello shit Cat, come to ya uncle Ed. Ill twist ya cuntin neck!'

The black Cat scratched out at Eddie, and then made a dash for the kitchen window which was slightly a jar.

'Pissing thing, glad it's gone. Right, I'm going the flippin pub. Don't wait up!'

Sophie clung on to her mother as she stroked her throat, they were at peace once more.

That night Sophie sat at her window wondering where her new friend was. Her Mother lay weeping into a pillow, a pillow that had cushioned her face during rape, more than once from her husband. She missed her own mother, which forged her to raise Sophie well. Sophie could hear her mother, she knew she should never venture into the woods. Not in October. Strange things happen in October, bad things. She remembered her grandmother before she passed away, and of all the tales that she told. Like the one about the Witch who lived deep in those woods, the Witch who helped rid the town of murders and rapists many years ago. Sophie slid into her bed and curled up, she struggled to sleep that night. This night could be like many others, when a stepfather comes in drunk and does things to a little girl that no father should ever do.

'That's the sound of the men...working on the train...gang...hic'

Eddie sang as he staggered along the old dirt road from Abbots bar. Six double whiskeys, three pints and five bottles of Budweiser were enough to make him happy. The large man wrestled with the idea of taking a shortcut. After reassuring himself that 'he ain't scared of trees,' he entered the plum forest.

His twisted mind somehow put up pedophile images of lustful pleasures, regarding his step daughter. So what, he thought? His father did it to him, so whats the harm, right?

An owl brought him back to the forest, he shouted at the darkness.

'Fuckin birds, kill ya, lot of ya!'

He stumbled over a branch and hit the forest floor, the leaves stuck to him like vacuum fluff. That's when he saw it.

His blurry vision held him back, but he got to his feet.

'Now I'm gona get ya. lickle shite.'

It was a black Cat. Like the one Sophie had found, sitting by a tree as black as the night. Two green eyes was all that Eddie could make out, but he knew it was the one. Almost as if laughing at him the Cat began licking his paw.

Eddie fumbled around the undergrowth until he found a stone. But it was too late.

A fatal swipe had found it's mark on Eddie's throat, he clutched at the stinging wounds. They burned like very hot water and he gasped for air. He could hear very light steps around him, he was scared now and turning constantly. His eyes did their best to make out the dark. He heard a hiss and started to run.

He didn't know which direction he was headed in, a loud 'meow' froze him to the spot. He suddenly felt something brush past his leg so he kicked out. Then a sharp pain consumed his entire shin.

'ARR!'

Eddie was down yet again, he made a crawl for it. He could see the black Cat strolling along side him. There were lights up ahead, he was getting hopeful. The pain was excruciating, he guessed that the Cat had bit into his shin. Another swipe grazed Eddies forehead, this time barley missing his eyes. He began to smell his own blood. He fought on towards the lights which appeared to be a cabin. In his unfit state, his mind managed to conceive the fact that he had never seen this cabin before, despite hunting in these woods. The Cat urinated into Eddie's eyes. The stinging wastage blurred his iris and caused fast flicker blinking, there was no time for his thinking.

Eddie felt a hand on his cheek, and a voice. An old lady's voice. 'Relax now my son, you have to pay for your sins. Onyx, be done with him.'

The Cat pounced onto Eddie's face removing his nose with it's sharp claws. The swipes were like that of a kung fu expert, swift and fast.

'HEEELLLP MEEE!'

Blood had covered what was left of Eddies face and leaves stuck to his exposed flesh. His screams fell faint as his last breath was removed by the Witch's broom, lodged deep down into his windpipe. It was dark once more, no cabin, no Cat, no Eddie.

Weeks had come and gone and Eddie was on milk cartons all across town. Another addition to the missing persons list, except he won't be missed. Sophie sat on the bench and watched her mother put some flowers on her Grandmothers grave. A black Cat appeared from behind the headstone, it brushed up against her.

'Sophie, Your friends back.'

Sophie ran over pulling off her little blue cotton gloves, she stroked the Cat which purred back at her. 'Mommy, what's this tag say?'

Her mother studied the silver tag, 'I didn't notice this tag before Sophie. Is it the same Cat?'

Sophie looked at the green eyes smiling back, 'Yes, mommy. I'm sure!'

Well his name is Onyx, darling.' Replied her mother tickling Onyx's chin.

Sophie clapped her hands, 'I like Onyx. Can we keep him mommy?'

'As long as he's not owned, yes my darling, we can most certainly keep him.'

Sophie hugged her mother. Who seemed to frown in thought.

'Funny that Sophie. I'm sure your grandmother once had a Cat named Onyx...'

TIMMY part one

Hello there readers. My name is Timmy, yes, that's me in the photo. As you can see I'm a Vampire Bat, though not a nasty one. Truth is I'm born into a family of carnivorous Bats, with a thirst for human blood. Our breed are very rare and we can talk, this could help me survive. Sadly one month ago my Ma and Pa and baby sister were slaughtered by my two older step brothers, Jasper and Clyde. They didn't look kindly on our kind not being vicious like them. I managed to get away and have flew from San Fran Sisco, across Italy and am now hanging about in Brum. I have to keep running as my step brothers are hunting for me and will kill me. I watched them chew the eye lids off an old lady outside the post office just the other day. I actually live off fruit, so you can call me a mixed up fruit Bat. I hope that I can be safe in the hands of you readers out there, can I? I am only ten years old in Bat years, so I'm just a baby. Well, got to fly now peeps, they will be getting closer.

I'm so frightened...

TAINTED LOVE...

Alex sat slumped in the phone box, his almost empty Vodka bottle in one hand and the receiver in the other. He tried to focus on the digits through graffiti and beer goggles, the rain was thunderous. He cried into his sweaty palms as the insecure past tugged violently at his heart. He was alone again. Chav's sped past on mini BMX's bringing noises of joy, as Alex stared insanely at his reflection looking back. He hated himself more than ever, his only friend was the half empty bottle of Vodka. Alex punched out at the booth window, but it didn't help. He could taste his salty tears in a cocktail of alcohol and rain. He cried out words of regrets, mistakes of letting her close to him. Didn't she know how much he loved her, how he was always there. Always here?

His heart felt to be pumping more anger around his over weight body. Why was she doing this too him? She could never understand could she? His hurt, his childhood abuse? His fears. But he had seen it coming. The early warning signs that girls are so unique at. The dismissive blanking, the flirting with his friends. He would always try, only to push her away further. Her cold comments had left him bare and raped him of his self belief. He fought to stand up. Alex let the bottle slip from his grip, shattering around his feet. He began dialling Susan's number 0-7...his head met his forearm resting on the panel. He felt weak, tired. Maybe it was the antidepressants he'd swallowed earlier, maybe? He had to escape his prison, and find space from himself. Alex crouched down and chose a piece of the glass that lay in the puddle.

He screamed at the night, 'I LOVE YOU!'

And then he ran the sharp glass across both wrists, watching his life drip out as he quietly slipped away.

Kerry held up her new dress for Susan to judge, they were off up town.

'Well, wakey wakey girl.'

'Soz Kez, I was just thinking about Alex.' she sighed, staring at the ceiling.

Kerry rested her hands at the hips. 'Why? He was a weirdo anyway, to possessive for one.'

'I know. But I have been a bitch too him lately, and I regret cheating.'

'Do you want him back?' asked Kerry, turning to the mirror.

Susan sat up on the bed. 'I think so, K. '

Kerry began getting her make up out, 'Tell you what. Come out still, we'll have a laugh. You might get lucky.' she watched Susan play with her guilt. 'Listen, one night of freedom, then ring Alex up tomorrow, say your sorry, blah-blah-blah, end of story.'

Susan stood up, 'Okay Kez, I just hope he can forgive me...'

SPIRIT OF THE MANTIS

Their fists struck her face hard as she fell to the cold pavement, her sense of hearing faded as her eyes fought to stay open. The gang from the new neighbourhood she had moved to, had greeted her with fury. She had been tricked, she thought they were her friends but now they were stamping on her limp body. As the rain came down they ran away laughing. Some how, some way Holly made it to her feet and in the wet night stumbled home holding her side. Holly made it to her front door, blood ran down her face with her make up. She struggled to put her key in the lock, her dad heard her and opened the door. She collapsed in the doorway and school would not be seeing her tomorrow.


A few days in bed and visits from her local doctor speeded up the healing process, she was brave and held a strong spirit. Her father quizzed her about what happened but she didn't tell. She knew that he'd go up the school. Then life would be worse, the bullies wouldn't stop. Holly lay on her bed and began to cry, she was going back to school tomorrow and was scared of Casey and the other girls. She hugged a photo of her mother whom she had lost to cancer one year ago, she loved her dad but didn't want him to worry. He had brought her and her baby brother up while working shifts in a local factory.

Holly walked the school corridors holding her books, she walked alone with silence and looks. Casey and her cronies struck fear into everyone, she was top dog and popular. Big blue eyes and blond curly hair disguised the image of a horror queen there. Holly continued to walk on with hope in her heart, but inside she was falling apart. The girls spat nasty words at her and began to follow her home. Holly tried to ignore them, but they were getting closer. A pack of Wolves moving in on their pray.

Holly was brave and turned to face them, 'Leave me alone. I haven't done anything to you.'

'Yeah? You been saying things about me ain't ya!' Casey's words were sharp, words hold power.

Holly jumped back flinching. And then once again they all pounced on her, punching and scratching. Holly curled herself into a ball on the ground and tried to think happy thoughts of her mother. Suddenly the attack stopped.

Holly reached up for the hand that was offered her. She could see the bullies running away. It was the gardener of the school, the old man that the children take no notice of had saved her from another beating.

'Hello there, my name is Tom. Thomas Chang.' Tom was wiry thin and half Chinese. He helped Holly to her feet. He then continued to rake up the leaves.

The following night Holly walked past the Gardeners office. She heard grunts, so had look in the window. To her surprise she found old Tom doing some type of martial art movements. She watched as he crouched low them jumped and kicked, and slammed his arms into a self made sandbag. Tom then began doing push ups on his fingers, despite looking 60 odd. Holly watched on while lowering her rucksack, now Tom was balancing stones on his forearms and squatting. Holly coughed and Tom continued, he knew she was there.

'Come in Holly.' said Tom politely.

Holly pulled up a chair, 'That looks fun, can I join in?'

'Of course.' Tom shook his arms off. 'You see that tank over there? In it's my pet praying Mantis. It's a small insect, Chinese legends has it that the Mantis style of kung fu was developed after a pupil witnessed this tiny insect fighting off a huge blackbird. It is a brave insect, and it's arms can lift up many times its own weight. The style is good for smaller people, who can use their opponents strength against them.'

Holly was really interested, and somehow felt that Tom was talking about her.

Tom closed the door, 'Well...shall we begin?'

'Begin what?' asked Holly sounded worried.

'Your training.'

'I, I can't. My dad wouldn't allow it.' Replied Holly saddened.

Tom fed a cricket to his pet Mantis, and watched the hunt. 'Oh, is that so? I have spoke with your father. He assures me he doesn't mind as long as he picks you up.'

'What?'

'I'm sorry. I used to work with your father, a good man.'

3:15 every day in the school holidays, Holly began learning Preying Mantis Style of Kung Fu. She learnt to do finger tip push ups, and hold low stances for long periods of time. She struggled in the beginning but was getting there.

'Hit! Hit! Move! Move! Mantis grab!' Sifu Tom trained her on the sandbags, Holly's arms were hardening up. 'Grab here, now pull, strike!' Holly worked hard to grab the thick tree branch that Sifu Tom kept hitting her with. In the end she could tare tree from bark. Holly was getting fitter and her spirit was strengthening. She was happy in herself, and had a photo of her mom with her when she trained.

6 weeks had past quickly, Holly faced Sifu Tom.

'Now that you are proficient in the Mantis Fist technique, you have to fight me.'

Holly's face dropped like a lead weight. 'I can't, Sifu.'

'Oh, I thought we erased CAN'T?' Use your spirit to keep me off you, remember what you have learnt. If you can stop my attack, without injuring me or yourself. It's time for you to move on.'

Holly replied, 'I like training with you Sifu, I don't want to leave.'

Tom placed his hands on Holly's shoulders. 'I know. But what begins must end. Your father tells me your brother is back from uni, did you know that I trained him in the Black Tiger Style? You go train with him now, and keep it in the family.'

Holly smiled, and then instinctively grabbed Sifu Toms arm as he hit at her. They both moved around each other at great speed, Holly managed to avoid most of her Sifu's attacks and put him off balance. This continued for 3 minutes.

Sifu got her in a advanced hold. 'Stop!'

They both bowed to each other. Holly asked Tom if she can still visit him.

Tom replied, 'I have been, and always will be inside of you.'

Holly was sad that her training was over but walked home that day without her dad coming for her or feeling afraid. She had gone through a change and knew that fear is the only thing you have to fear.

Monday night...school disco. Holly went along with a few friends, people were warming to her as she seemed more popular and out going. It was a nice night and she even was spoke to by Chad, whom she had a crush on. After the disco had ended Holly decided to walk home, it was only across the field. As she strolled merrily along the sounds of voices caught her attention. She turned around to see a large group of people coming in her direction. She could tell that they were pupils from the disco. She felt the adrenalin prepare her as she heard a familiar voice.

'Oi! What ya doin chattin up ma boyfriend?'

It was Casey with half the year with her, although they just wanted to see a fight.

A large circle contained Holly. It was dark on the playing field and light rain fell to visit.

Holly breathed from her stomach and turned calmly to face Casey. 'I don't want to fight, I just want to go home.'

Casey looked at her audience while spitting out her gum, 'Well... you know what I think!'

Casey ran at Holly scratching, Holly dropped to one leg just like a Mantis and Casey just toppled over her. The on lookers fell silent, this was different. Holly was different. Holly turned on her supporting leg, and put her hair in her bobble from her wrist. Casey had been drinking and staggered before launching herself again at Holly. Holly shot out her forearms and caught Casey's attack. Holly trapped her arms and with leverage turned her onto the grass. The crowd looked on in shock as Casey seemed to be fighting herself. Casey went for Holly's hair and kicked out at her ribs. Holly blocked everything and sweeped Casey's legs from underneath her.

BUMP!

Suddenly the other pupils smiled for Holly, it was out of fear that they was here. Their school bully was being humiliated right in front of the them.

Casey screamed in frustration and threw a swinging punch, but was caught by Holly. She turned Casey around and locked her neck with her arm. Casey screamed in pain.

Holly controlled the pressure. 'I'm going home now, and I suggest you do the same. Don't bother me ever again.'

Holly spun Casey around and stood her up straight. She began to cry and ran off into the night. Everybody flocked around Holly like she was their new queen.

Holly looked at everyone in the eye and said, 'You all are worse than Casey. Glory cowards, wanting to see a scrap.'

And with that, Holly turned around and went home to bed.

The following morning Holly walked into school, everybody included Casey was polite and friendly. Holly hadn't seen Sifu Tom for a while, and nobody knew of him around the school.

Even her dad denied ever working with him. It was like he never existed.

Wednesday afternoon in the school library, and Holly was doing some research on her school for her history project. What she found made her shiver. She began reading an old clipping from 10 years ago. It told the story of the school gardener, who's son was killed in a playground fight by bullies. He took his own life soon after...

...His name was Tomas Chang.

Holly walks with a great spirit within her, a gift. It is the Spirit Of The Mantis.

CIRCLE OF THE RAT

'Come on Jeremy!' cried out his mother, carrying the shopping bags that were fit to split. The interested youngster couldn't care a cow as he prodded the lump of hairy flesh, that lay outside of the nearby tyre plant.

Jeremy's mother came stomping back, 'Get out of that, you filthy little bark!

'But mom...' Jeremy held up the dead Rat by the tail.

He was about to throw it into the canal when he yelped in pain...'ARRHH!'

'I told you, but you wouldn't listen!' shouted his mom dropping her bags. She waddled up to him and looked at his hand with her crumpled up face. 'God son, it stinks! It looks deep, doctors now.'

Jeremy began jumping up and down, his glasses fell from his face and his frail body hit the pavement, 'Mom! Mom! My heads burning!'

Suddenly Jeremy was unconscious. His mom phoned an ambulance on her house brick phone, as she placed her big red rain mack over him. A boy and a girl came along and began riding around the dead Rat, smiling in a circle.

'Get away from it you two!' she cursed, as the ambulance pulled up.

Two days later and Jeremy was still out cold. The doctors were baffled and his family came to visit.

His auntie Mary noticed that Jeremy was growing hair on his eye lids, soon his bitten hand turned brown. 'Are you sure it was a dead Rat, Joan?'

Jeremy's mom replied, 'Well it fucking looked like a dead Rat. Fucking thing weren't dead though was it? Because it bit this stupid bleeder, always messing in cack that one. He only spat at a poor boy and girl passing on their bikes. Not doing what he should be, that's his problem. When he wakes up I'll give him something to cry over.'

In the matter of day's, one by one all who visited Jeremy, collapsed and fell into the same state. Most of his friends and were cooped up on their backs in the same ward. All of the doctors were baffled, why were they the same? And why just his friends?

That night Jeremy's mom, swigged her bottle of Gin. She was proud of the fact that in her world, she was number one. She put up her feet enclosed in pink fluffy slippers and opened her second bottle of mothers ruin. Then something happened.

Her cat came in through his cat flap and jumped up on her chair. The tabby night walker dropped something onto her lap...a dead Rat!

She jumped out from the chair knocking her bottle everywhere, along with old tabby. 'Fuck me!'

She fell over the ironing board as the phone went. She couldn't get to it in time, there was an answer message...

'HELLO MOM, IT'S JEREMY. I'M BETTER NOW AND WILL BE COMING HOME SHORTLY, AND SO WILL MY FRIENDS...WE ARE VERY HUNGARY.'

Through the shock of her cat bringing in a dead Rat, she questioned how on earth her son was alright to come home. He sounded odd, confident. Could it be the same dead Rat from the other day? She picked her self up and rang the hospital...it just rang, and rang...and rang.

Back at the hospital in ward 32, the remains of Jeremy's body hung off the beds along with all of his 5 friends. Tendons and ligaments draped off bone, and blood was across the floor. The smell was like that of a sewer, bits of cheese were scattered from the meal trolley.

Ding Dong. Jeremy's mom armed herself with the biscuit tin, she toddled up to the door. She put on the chain and slowly opened up...

'O my fucking great lord noooo!' she was greeted by 6 large Rats, all 5 feet tall. The door smashed off as they charged through squeaking.

Tabby his under the table, but the one Rat scuttled down and bite through the table. Tabby was soon in the jaws off cheese! Blood from the cat to the Rat travelled down the freakish hairy mutant. The rest of the Rats dragged Jeremy's mom into the kitchen, her pants and slippers were left. The one Rat was wearing specks and had lost a foot. It glared into her eyes with it's own piercing redness.

'MOM YOU'RE NEVER CONCENTRATING ON WHAT YOU NEED TOO, THAT'S YOUR PROBLEM. DRINK MEANS MORE TO YOU DOESN'T IT? WELL NOW I'LL GIVE YOU SOMETHING TO CRY OVER...ALWAYS MESSING WITH CACK THAT ONE!'

The Rat squeaked and then gleamed out his daggers. The other 5 did the same, she screamed with tears.

CRUNCH, RIP, NOSH!

Her face was in the process of being chewed up like the skin from a KFC. Her screams faded as the Rats pulled her head off. The Circle Of The Rat was nigh.

The next morning his eyes opened. He felt sore and was naked, he barely realised that he was back at home surrounded by his moms body parts, or what was left of them. He jumped to his feet as he spotted his friends asleep in the kitchen, one had used his mom's thigh for a pillow. He could taste cheese and blood, and he smelt like a sewer. His hand was a stump. Jeremy could hear the Police sirens out side, he opened the door and walked out naked, crying, shivering. The one officer tried to talk to Jeremy, but Jeremy just watched as a boy and a girl, rode around a dead Rat outside his house. He pointed, but no words left his lips.

The boy and the girl stopped for a moment and glared at Jeremy. They began to smile and said...'That will teach you to mess with cack.'

HIGH PLAINS DRIFTER 2

It was a Wednesday evening, and the children paired up for their usual Kung Fu lesson. Luke seemed to be upset and Sifu could sense this right away. As the lesson progressed, it was clear that Martin was hitting Luke and the other children too hard. Despite cutting glances from his Sifu, Martin continued to loud and disrespectful. Knowing that all children have their moments, Sifu politely asked Martin if he would follow him outside. Once outside Sifu asked Martin if their was anything troubling him.
'No,' frowned Martin.
'I see. Why then, are you so rough tonight on your fellow classmates Martin?'
Martin looked at the floor, 'Because I'm smaller than them, and have to show them how good I am Sifu.'
Sifu lent his hand on Martins shoulder, 'Martin, you don't have to prove to anybody how tough you are. Most of all your class friends. We all learn together, but progress at different stages because everybody is different. Tell me, Martin. Do you remember what Martial Arts teaches us?'
'Err...respect, and honour?'
'Sifu smiled taking back his hand. 'Riight. Would you like to receive some of that Martin?'
'Sure!' Martins face lit up.
'Well now, you need to share some with your class friends. I'm sure they would like that.'
Martin's frown faded and his weight had lifted. He walked back into the hall with his Sifu's arm around him to continue his Kung Fu lesson.

SHADOW OF THE TIGER

He glanced at the liquor store assistant, and then at the shop door. His field of vision had detected members of the local street gang outside. He let the keeper have a polite smile as he scanned through the bottles of spirits. His Chinese reflection watched himself from the glass of a Bells whisky bottle, as his hearing caught waves of voices from outside. A short black leather and jeans, disguised his twelve stone combat trained frame. Which was usually dressed in a Gi. The reflection in which he cast from himself, seemed to resemble his fathers. He looked down at his calloused knuckles, and journeyed back to his childhood and the training his father had gave him. In all of twenty seconds he was back there with his Sifu, until they moved from China to the States in search of a better life. His pain scowered the walls of his internal skin and this young man orphan, who had lost his master, father and best friend, to the back trash gang dwelling outside of this store. He took the bottle of Bells whisky to the counter. The store assistant went to the back for carrier bags, so he checked on his telescopic nunchaku, and Sai tucked neatly in his rear belt.

The assistant waddled back with a cigarette resting on his bottom lip, 'Hey, pal. I can call the cops, save you getting hurt by that lot out there. They're known for muggings pal.'

He shot his eyes at the gang through the glass door, he was like a caged Tiger ready to break free. 'Yes, I know they are. But thank you all the same.' His English was fluent.

He unscrewed the cap off the Bells whisky bottle, and tucked a bandanna into the neck. Then, with respectful speed, he swiped the store assistants cigarette from his lips and then lit the cloth of mayhem.

'Sir! What are you doing?' Shouted the store assistant, with a delayed reaction.

He smiled again at the store assistant, and walked towards the door...

SMAAAASSSHHHH!!

The gang scurried around like ants from a disturbed nest. Fire had taken ahold of some, as they tried to make sense of this attack. One of the gang pointed at a shifting shadow that had moved behind them, avoiding perceptual vision. A silhouette emerged towards them with great speed, and hit with great power. It was time for them to pay for taking the life of his father, they had fallen prey to the Shadow Of The Tiger. A one man vigilante with pain as his neighbour. A young man orphan, one hundred man Kumite winner. It all took twenty seconds.

Blood and crying could be seen and heard after the onslaught, Police graced the pavement and casualties were present. The area at the still of night could sleep in peace.

The store assistant ran out to the Police.

'Did you get a good look at this mystery man in question?' Asked the police, taking notes.

'Just that he looked Chinese, and spoke very politely. Replied the store assistant.

'Okay. Did you happen to get his name then?'

The store assistant shook his head, but pointed towards the steel shutter to the arcades. Through the smoke and broken bodies across the square, in blood was written...

...WHITE SNAKE!