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.'