Aidan{6}

by Obi in London

I'm actually running out of pre-written material, so the luxury of knowing I have chapteer for the next day is dwindling dangerously! So it might be deep into tommorow evening that i post the next chapter, because I always only post 2/3 of what I've got so that i've got more next time. A bit complicated? Just read the story!

Aidan Chapter 6

Colin shut the big brown volume with a thud, and placed it on his bedside table. He slumped into bed and fell asleep. As he fell asleep, back in the now dark village streets of McGilly Lynn the revolution was starting. Three police officers walked the streets on patrol, Kenny, Sean and Faber. Faber was the youngest, still with no beard on his chin and Kenny a hot-headed middle aged man. Sean was Deputy Chief of Police and was a fairly old bloke with ample experience.
“Aye chief, ay could of sworn I heard footsteps,” muttered Faber.
“At this time of night?” interrupted Kenny.
“Hmm I hear them to!” growled Sean.
Conan and Lee, two assassins from Carrack’s gang crouched in the shadows ready to pounce. Both carried silence Blarney47 Enforcers, supplied by Carrack. The two policemen walked around the corner cautiously, the air was rippled by a bullet and Kenny fell dead. Sean’s training kicked in and he ducked quickly as a bullet fired overhead. Lee shifted position so he was in another bush, while Conan openly revealed himself and charged at Faber. Faber swung his fist wildly and felt his hand connect with Conan’s nose, but Conan was muscular and well trained and took the punch with ease before returning a blow. Faber tumbled to the ground and braced himself as Conan hastily aimed the gun at Faber’s head but hit his shoulder. Faber yelled in pain and thought fast, he decided the best thing to do was to play dead. Sean on the other hand was putting up quite a fight, he punched Lee three times as Lee in vane shot bullets everywhere. One rogue bullet pierced Sean’s side and he yelled out, Conan came and finished Sean of with a quick hard left hook punch. Faber sobbed silently, he had to do something. He leapt up and hit Lee in the head and took his gun. He aimed the gun at his head in anger, then at his leg and shot. As Lee cried out in pain he shot again, just to make sure he would never walk again.
“I hate you!” yelled Faber as he took another shot at Lee. He took a hasty shot at Conan, but he ran off.
Faber crouched next to Chief Sean, he took a pulse. There was none.

The dawn rose upon Day & Donegal Farm, the sun looked red like the blood that had been spilt the last night. It was a lazy Saturday morning, yet Aidan’s day was completely packed. He had a rugby tournament today at school and then after that a funeral of the victim of a bizarre assassination, apparently it was Sean O’Connell Deputy Chief of Police. While Aidan showered and dressed for his rugby match, Colin was out in the fallow field a shovel and magnet in hand. In the province of McGilly Lynn they used to have their own currency from ancient times called a plove or a plint. It was now a children tradition to find them and convert them to Euros for sweet-money. Alan ran outside and yelled something.
“What?” shouted Colin back.
“Get inside, it just aint safe outside anymore!” shouted Alan.

Colin swung the shovel over his shoulder and put the magnet in his pocket and ran inside the farmhouse.
“Dad,” said Colin with a scared look in his blue eyes, “ what’s happening?”
“Don’t know yet son, but nothing good I’ll tell ya,” replied Alan tousling his sons hair and smiling grimly.