Aidan {4}

by Obi in London

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Aidan Chapter four

Aidan lit the torches with his dads gilt lighter and flipped the left torch. It was summer and the heat of the flame, and the glare of the sun brought sweat to his brow. He began to juggle the flaming torches, and gradually they became faster and faster until it was a blurred ring of fire. Aidan clicked his tongue, and Angelo stepped backwards for a run up! Angelo ran forward and pounced cleanly through the ring of fire!
“Well done Angelo!” congratulated Aidan as he took out a suede mini notebook and wrote a passage in it.
“This is to record your progress,” he said to Angelo as if he could really understand.

Angelo licked his lips in reply. To him that notebook looked like a tasty rap of meaty cowhide! It was beginning to get dark and the lighter was out of ignition oil, so Aidan beckoned to Angelo that it was time to head inside. They walked across the field as the sun disappeared over the horizon and were safely guided back to the farmhouse by the last dregs of sunlight.

Meanwhile, in the local village McGilly Lynn a shady meeting was being held in the abandoned half-wreck of Shackle Way. The crumbling hall was a giant shack made of beams of birch and pillars of oak. Furnished with cheap plastic tables and chairs, with the floor strewn with every manner disgusting and destructive items. The hall was filled with raucous men and boys, drinking and fighting. At the head table sat a counsel of ominous villains, plotting and conspiring deeds of utter vice and immorality. At the head of the head table, dressed in black attire and wielding a gun was the notorious Carrack Saint. His mouth was veiled by a bandanna like a terrorist and he wore a onyx cape like a tyrant. His eyes were icy blue and stopped hearts with a stare.
“…….But my liege, how are we to overcome the village when we are so greatly outnumbered?” questioned Finn Leister, he was Carrack’s favourite sniper. However, that did not protect him from his anger!
“You dare doubt me, scourge of Munster, Satan of Limerick! You dare doubt I who-” bellowed Carrack.
“No master, I’m just sayi-”
“Silence worm, you dare interrupt me!” raged carrack loudly, his voice echoed through the hall like thunder and everyone fell quiet.
“Now, this,” he said coolly, pulling a gun from a wooden crate, “is a Blarney47- Enforcer, or as some people call it a BE47.”

It was a hefty handgun with a classic style silver handgun, with a revolver barrel and red wooden handle. “This is one of the strongest handguns in Britain!” shouted Carrack, there was a round of hearty applause. “With this we shall take over McGilly Lynn and make away with every scrap of money!” at this there was a louder round of applause. A man stood, his torso laden with rippling muscles and his short cut red hair glowed like fire. His name was Conan, “Sire, I do not doubt you but how do we avoid the authorities?” he growled. Carrack smiled under his bandanna and raised the gun, Conan cowered in fear. Carrack shot and hit his beer glass, “that question can be answered easily. We t shall assassinate the authorities first, it shall happen gradually then suddenly!” His voice chilled the hall like spilling an icy ale down your trousers. He held the Blarney47 up like a sword or a flag and yelled a war cry, they all did the same, “LIIIAAAARRRRGGGHHH!!!”

Back at the Day & Donegal farmhouse Aidan was just about to go to bed, after spending a few hours browsing KidPub. KidPub was kids writing website were kids posted stories and commented on them, Aidan was one of the most powerful members in the group. He shut his Mac laptop, or palmtop as he called it as it was so small and petite. The attic was a fairly good room, on the up side it was spacious with plenty of room for all types of things. On the down side, it was hard to clean and very dusty and cobweb ridden in the corners! Clover was back from McGilly Lynn village. She was Aidan’s seventeen year old sister, who spent most of the day up in the Guildhall of Oxford learning Music and writing.

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