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THE MASSACRE

FRIDAY 12/07/2019

08:20

The man enters through the main door of fisherman’s net, a quaint coffee house over looking a true fishing village harbour, and set against a backdrop of small picturesque cottages which are overlooked by a magnificent castle, dating back several hundred years,

The man takes in a breath and drinks in the ambience of a place he knows so well, rainy day and Mondays, a song by the carpenters echoes faintly around the coffee house the man knows this is an environment he plans to change forever.

To his left are his first four victims sat in close proximity of him, and next to the open bi folding doors, which were gratefully open due to the exceedingly good weather.

It was indeed another very warm summers morning.

The man turns his head to his left takes both hands from the pockets of his duffle coat revealing the two hand guns he is holding,

in less than a second he’s raised his arms, one outstretched to his left, and one to his right, his left arm hovered above the four foot partition, dividing part of the main room, he discharges the weapon in his left hand firing just four times and killing four people,

His first victim was the furthest away but at only seven feet away it was an easy shot for the man, she is hit right between the eyes, this of course could have been a lucky shot, but the man thinks not, he is confident in his abilities,

she slumps over her news paper that lay on the table, within it was the crossword she was close to finishing, she never would finish any more crosswords,

she sat at a table at the far left of the room next to the open bi Folding doors,

Next to die less than a second later we’re the three people directly in front of him,

Two of them, one male and one female, were sat on a settee,

they were facing away from the gunman and in the direction of the first victim

the third a woman was facing her two friends and the gunman, and she became the second victim as the man quickly discharged one bullet to her fore head before victim one had the chance to slump over her table,

she also was hit straight between the eyes , this was by no means luck, as he was so close to her he could hardly have missed,

the other two victims only felt the barrel of a gun on the top of there head as the gun man discharged two more rounds,

they had no time to register that anything was amiss.

As the three we’re dropping to the floor like discarded rubbish he turns the gun onto the mother and son sat together in the centre of the room,

he turns the forty five degrees he needs to face the two, aims both weapons and fires quickly releasing several bullets in their directionin haste,

this was due to the fact he caught a glimpse in the corner of his eye the couple seated to his right who are on now on their feet and are about to take flight,

but unfortunately they would have to pass directly through the gunman to exit the main door,who stands just 5 feet away, and that was there only escape,

but they do not get the chance to take more than one step before he is facing them, both weapons on rapid fire,

the couple are ripped apart by an array of bullets that left his weapons empty,

they are both dead before they hit the floor, only five seconds have elapsed since the first death, and as the gunman quickly reloads, he turns his attention to the counter where he can hear a quiet murmuring, realising the two members of staff are waiting patiently to be killed, as there was no exit from the rear of this very old building,

so he slowly saunters over passing the mother who by now was screaming her lungs out while cradling her son,

she had been hit a couple of times but was very much alive, this would not last a second longer as he puts a bullet into her head as he walks past her,

once again he stops and this time its the girl who was happily reading, seconds before all this carnage,

by now the girl had dropped to the floor cowering in the fetal position

The man calmly walks over to her, he kneels down beside her and places one gun down on the floor beside her, and lifts her head with his right hand, he then gestures for her to get into a sitting position,

he strokes her hair and then puts the gun that is in his left hand to her lips and puts his fore finger of his right hand to his own lips which are pursed, then he gives her a look that suggested she should cease making any noise.

While the man is occupied,

at the back of the coffee house one man 60 year old Gerald skinner was hidden by a wall partition which went from floor to ceiling,

He always sat at the back of the coffee shop, he always liked to sit on a stool at the bar that runs under the windows giving him a great view of the harbour, toast and a medium cappuccino in a glass sat on a tray next to his mobile phone just in front of him untouched, this was his regular breakfast,

In the two seconds it took the man to kill five people Gerald had dropped to the floor and crouched behind the partitioned wall, just waiting for the right moment,

and finally that moment had arrived, but instead of making a run for the door, which was his initial thought, which in all probability he could have achieved and could have been free of this madman, who seemed hell bent on murder and mayhem,

instead he chose another option which came to him and would be the most sensible,

the man had not seen him, and would more than likely would not have time to discover him, considering all the noise he was generating,

So he crawled unseen into the small bathroom to his left, he locked the door,

and by chance the door also had a coded lock on the front that customers needed to have an access code, he felt safe, and now he had time to phone for help,

Once the man had quietened the girl on the floor, he picks up his second gun and turns his attentions to the two staff members cowering behind the counter,

it has not been more than twenty seconds since the gunman entered the building and eight people lay dead, they would not be the last, the man stands and walks to the counter as if out on a Sunday morning stroll,

the man walks behind the counter where he finds just one of the staff sobbing and pleading for her life, there is no emotion in the man’s face when he levels his gun to the girls head and fires just once killing her instantly,

he quickly turns to the sounds of running footsteps and screaming, just in time to see the second member of staff coming at him with a knife held high above her head ready to do battle with the man,

she did not stand a chance, he gunned her down with a full clip from one of his weapon’s, she fell just short of his feet very very dead,

The man turns to leave the fisherman’s net at a slow walking pace, and with the weapons safely back in his pockets, and all patrons dead except the one girl,

he chances himself a smile of satisfaction, but before he reaches the exit not more than 45 seconds after he entered by the same door he was hit by an array of missiles, he stops dead in his tracks and turns to face the girl, she is uncontrollably crying,

the man at pace now walks over to her, he pulls her up from the floor, wipes the tears from her face, hugs her, and puts her head on his shoulder and strokes her hair, he then suddenly takes a step back from her and knocks her out with one punch,

at this point his whole persona changes, he seems to be agitated and panicked, he takes the guns from his pockets shoots the girl while on the move to the back of the coffee house, where he comes upon the door of the toilet, the man starts firing uncontrollably until once again he is out of bullets, he pushes open the door to find his last victim, dead.

The man is now in more of a rush than the previous minute it took to massacre 12 human beings, he quickly exits the front of the coffee house through the bi folding doors, there are one or two people watching from what they consider a safe distance, there are cars stopped but purring ready for a quick getaway if all hell kicks off,

people are a strange species, after what they suspect and what they can see they always need to gather and watch,

even if it means that they may join the party ant any minute, Sirens are heard in the distance, the man crosses the road between the coffee house and the castle, he enters into the grounds of the castle unchallenged,

within a couple of minutes the police arrive at the scene to the sight of a large group looking up to the highest walls of the castle, and before they can make any decisions on how to precede with this catastrophe the man swan dives from above and lands head first into the tarmac below.

Sharon O’Donnell

Sharon is fifty three years of age she has become somewhat of a fitness fanatic over the last two years due to some life style changes she made as a knock on effect after some mental health problems,

and also the fact that Martin her husband of thirty five years had left her for a work colleague some twenty years younger,

she is a mother of two,

a son Jacob thirty six and a daughter, Ellen twenty nine, Jacob was born when Sharon was just seventeen, she had a boyfriend Martin from fourteen and was pregnant by him at sixteen, and Married to him at eighteen,

and by the ripe old age of twenty four Sharon was a full time mother of two, and at times a punching bag for Martin.

Sharon would not be a punching bag for long, and Martin would not have the appetite to inflict anymore violence towards his wife,

not after he ended up in casualty with a clean wound to the abdomen, caused by a very sharp thin blade,

according to Martin it was a work place accident, which surprised the police who were called to the hospital as a matter of routine in suspected knife injuries,

Martin was a white collar worker, and had limited access to knives in the workplace.

so unless he stabbed himself while buttering a piece of bread in the staff kitchen, Martin should not have had any reason to be in possession of anything sharper than a stapler,

suffice to say Martin insisted on his story being true, and with no evidence to the contrary the police were at odds to take there suspicions forward.

Martin changed virtually over night, the drinking every night after work was limited to a Friday,

there was a date night most Saturdays depending on the babysitter status,

the house was overwhelmed with flowers of many different varieties, so much so Sharon seriously thought about opening up a flower shop.

The relationship went from strength to strength for the next fifteen years, until a burglary of there house left Sharon traumatised, and at the age of thirty nine Sharon was unable to function in the way she had previously,

It was a Friday night, and Sharon had settled down in bed with a good book,

it was 10pm and she was quite alone, her son was at Leeds university starting a masters in sociology and crime,

her daughter was on a sleepover,

and her husband was on a stag night,

he had booked into the local premier inn hotel as with any stag do the evening could get pretty messy,

and he had learned not to arrive home when drinking to excess, which was a rare occurrence since his unexplained stabbing.

Sharon fell asleep within minutes of opening the book to chapter four, she’d had a busy day and sleep came easily, unfortunately just after midnight that sleep came to an abrupt end with a sound that brought her back from a dream in which the sound of breaking glass was dominant,

in reality a window was broken and an unidentified man had entered the house, it didn’t take more than a couple of seconds for Sharon to realise where she was and what she was up against, at first she was frozen with fear, she could not move but knew she had no choice, she did not want to be in a house that had been sullied by an intruder,

she made her way from her bedroom situated on the middle floor of her cottage, down the wooden stairway, and the Cacophony of creaks showed the age of the staircase,

and with every step and ever creek Sharon slowly withdrew into herself, so much so she was hardly breathing, her legs could not move, she was so terrified she was only able to stare at her front door which was in spitting distance of her escape,

It was at this moment a shadowy figure made itself known and stepped out from the dark,

Sharon immediately wet herself and collapsed to the floor. When Sharon eventually came to she was in the back of an ambulance, she was taken to the local hospital.

Weeks past before Sharon spoke, and months past before Sharon would talk about the incident, and years past before Sharon excepted what had happened,

and finally she would come to realise that she would not be a victim anymore,

this would be to late to save her marriage,

she had suspected for some time Martin may have been seeing someone,

although she did think his dalliance was a casual arrangement, and was not concerned at all, after all he had gone through so much after the burglary and her breakdown, there were many times when she thought she had pushed Martin away to far,

and one day he would just walk away,

why would he stay now the kids have moved out,

there sex life was a thing of the past, and to top all of this off they hardly spoke anymore, that is until Sharon reach out for help, she joined a support group, and soon instead of just existing she exploded with life once again,

and more importantly she felt she had more in common with Martin once more,

they were talking much more and getting intimate,

she had joined a gym and started running,

and it was clear that Martin was taking much more care of himself and his appearance, then the bombshell hit, Martin was leaving, and it all finally made sense to Sharon, Martin’s regeneration was not down to herself but another woman, and one half his age as well, it was just a coincidence she had started on the road to recovery as Martin had started his affair with a work colleague, and Martin says it is love, well bully for you thought Sharon as she piled Martin’s belongings on the front door step.

Life starts now Sharon decided and for reasons she did not understand she was happier than she had been for along long time, and tomorrow, she would go on her 10k run go for coffee and begin her new life.

FRIDAY 12/07/19

Sharon wakes at 6am, her alarm is set for 6.15am but she has never hears it ring as she wakes as regular as clockwork at 6am, she starts the day as any other day, she jumps out of bed full of life, there is no having five minutes more under the duvet for her,

she is straight into the bathroom for a quick spruce up, on with her running attire, then down to the kitchen for a glass of orange juice and a piece of fruit, she favours pineapple, but as she has none left, she opts for a banana,

she fills her water bottle, and by 6.30am she heads out for her third 10k run of the week,

she mastered the 5k run over the past six months and has progressed to 10k,

her first two runs came in at eighty minutes and seventy eight minutes respectively, and today she was determined to make it back home in seventy minutes, this would get her back home by 7.40am and after a quick shower she could be at fisherman’s net for opening time at 8am,

Seventy four minutes was a great time, and Sharon was quietly pleased with herself as she showered,

once dried off Sharon looked at her naked body in her full length mirror, a recent luxury purchase,

she was now quite proud of her body,

at fifty three she still looked good, but not without all the hard work she had put in recently,

she chose a pair of black sports leggings a white skinny adidas T shirt, white adidas trainers and a black baseball cap,

she was now ready for the world, and she left for her morning coffee,

she called at the local paper shop to pick up the times before arriving at the fisherman’s net at precisely eight o’clock.

MASON FOX

Mason arrived on the island in March of 2017, this was to be a new beginning. After twelve months of therapy he felt it was time for the next step in his rehabilitation, he set up residence in a small cottage within spitting distance of the old castle that dominated the villages square,

And once settled he soon gets into a regimented routine, which is just how he likes it after so long in the military it was the only way he could function, and with the medication his doctors had prescribed you could say he was quite a happy chap,

VICTORIA TERENCE SAMANTHA

Victoria met Terence in her second year at Leeds university and was smitten straight away by his good looks and witty outgoing demeanour, unfortunately she also met Samantha his girlfriend of two years, and she definitely was not smitten by the prim and proper persona this well spoken self righteous better than everyone bitch tried to portrait, where as she surmised that in reality she probably was from a working class background just like herself,

she had to admit though the girl was a stunner, and it was clear that on the surface Terence and Samantha looked like the perfect couple,

Terence also seemed to adore every fibre of the girl,

“well I’ve got my work cut out to split these two up” she whispered to herself one lunchtime while sat watching Terence command the bar in the Colchester arms, where he worked a part time job while juggling his studies,

she was nursing her second vodka and coke, and making her plans to capture his heart, and with Samantha studying in Preston she would have plenty alone time with him, unfortunately Terrance was in love with Samantha, and for a man like Terrance that was quite enough, so it would need vision and determination to win Terry’s heart,

and while Victoria sat and thought about her new approach to obtain terry she comes to realise that yes Terry was a far better name for the man of her dreams,

she also realised that her new approach to her dilemma would come in the form of your common garden blackmail,

and she knew just what skeletons Terry had hidden in his closet, and with a little insurance thrown in for good measure it would not take long for Sam to break up the perfect little. partnership,

and of course she would be there on hand to pick up the pieces,

GRACE AND TIM

Grace is sat on the decking situated at the back of her mock Tudor mansion, built just ten years earlier by her husbands building firm, she is sat quite still, just staring out to the two acres of garden that lay before her, at a glance you would suspect she was probably the happiest woman in the world just taking a moment to drink in her good fortune, but in reality, what it is you do not see is the torment going on constantly in her head, she has finally come to the decision that she had to take her only son whom she loves more than life, far far away from her husband, and she had a plan to do just this.