Aidan{13}

by Obi in London

Ahh, some of my brillaint Word 2007 formatting got sucked out, still hope it makes sense. Especially the newspaper article!
“Holy sh….” swore Aidan, “get them Angelo, save the sheep!” Angelo sprinted off and Dunn done so to. Dunn leapt at the white with a chocolate coloured spot, and bit it’s neck ferociously shaking the dog like a rag doll. Angelo charged at the muscular rottweiler, and head butted it in the stomach. The rottweiler howled and rolled over, Angelo darted for the rottweiler’s neck and shed blood. The last dog was running for the entrance, but Aidan had that covered. He saw Alan’s riffle, propped up against the picket fence. It probably had at least one shot in it. Aidan grabbed the riffle and aimed it quickly, letting his sight roll down the barrel. He pulled the trigger back fired, a loud crack ripped the air and the stench of gun powder sorrowed the air. In the distance the large dog dropped dead as the deafening bang resounded in the hills and valleys.
“Son given the situation I can see myself doing that. But the fact that your bloods so cold, you could just kill without hesitation………it just scares me a little,” sighed Alan.
Aidan lowered his head, “but you know that if I let that mutt run free, it’d be back looking for more mutton chow!”
“Yeah son, but your only twelve!” snapped Alan, “it just shows that the way you think!”
“At least it wasn’t person,” muttered Aidan.
“Well not this time, but last time! Remember at the funeral when you shot at the assassin, you didn’t care whether you took her life or not. All you knew was that it was right!” shouted Alan.
“If it’s right then why are you yelling!” retorted Aidan.
“Because! It’s just scary how you do that, make a life or death decision in a heartbeat. It’s just not right,” sighed Alan.
“Guess it’s a talent then,” laughed Aidan, curving smile like a scimitar. His sharp almost ‘womanly’ smile, cheered Alan and they strolled into the field to sheer the sheep. They made their way out into the field, both carrying old non-mechanical sheers. Alan believed that mechanical sheers spook the flock.

The basic idea of sheering sheep was to cut off the coat of cotton, and leave it one piece resembling a woollen blanket. Aidan bit his lip and began to cut skilfully at the first sheep to walk into the picket fence pen. Alan had already sheered his first sheep. After a long hour of cutting and rounding up sheep, they were left with a huge stack of woollen sheets. Alan walked to the nearest stable, they had three stables on the farm. He fetched six sturdy colts, and loaded them with the wool. They then guided the colts back to the farmhouse, and loaded the wool into the industrial van.

Aidan, as a reward for doing all that work had been cleared of chores for the rest of the day. He went upstairs and studied the Lynnovian. It looked something like this:

The Lynnovian
The Lynnovian Newspaper, since 1821 handled by the senior students of St. Lynn High School

Shot Dead By Grave Side!
Another constable shot dead, at another’s funeral.
Written by Madison Fitzgerald

Yet another constable Faber O’Donnell, 19 years old was shot dead, this week on Saturday. The victim was shot dead at his friends grave side, eyewitnesses report that Faber was drunk and emotional. Because of his drunken hysterics, they believe he was an easy target. Kirsten Miller, the only female constable on the force was under suspicion of murder or suspected murder. Though some may argue she was a police officer there for she had to draw her gun to help. Recent evidence has proved that her gun was un-silenced like the assassins and did not match the bullets of the magnum she was wielding at the crime scene. Pictures at the moment are scarce, and also when your dealing with police they can easily arrest you for ‘indecent invasion of privacy and undermining of authority’ for revealing any images relating to the crime scene or witnesses. Young hero of the week, Aidan Teague Day was said to have grabbed a bow and arrow and attempted to kill the assassin as she ran passed. Aidan didn’t manage to kill the assassin but did manage to knock her belt off, which revealed her identity with it’s contents. The assassin was none other than the internationally wanted Greek sniper Pallas Leona, who hid on the roof of the church and shot Faber dead as he opened his mouth to say goodbye to Sean O’Connell.

Pallas lately has been known to work with the notorious Carrack Gang, a vicious army like gang spread through The Republic of Ireland. The authorities are stuck, as conducting a search for Carrack and his gang would result in finding them………….
And in finding them, they would most definitely be brutally murdered on the spot. Kirsten Miller and Pavlov Rossi have been put under constant surveillance for their own protection. The most alarming news is that Carrack’s Gang has severed all means of communication from the rest of Limerick. With only ten members of police left, three of them being able to physically protect us: The village is under grave threat. The village council may call upon all those tied to the ancient oath of the Lynn Shield. The Lynn Shield, re-established in 1967 was a group of men and woman sworn to protect the village from any crisis-

Aidan stopped reading, it had all become so serious so fast! It wasn’t Aidan’s style to sit around waiting for to sort out problems for him, he was a boy of action. Some people may actually call him useful, or dare call him helpful!