Unconscious
Marcus walked into the news agent and picked up an Islington Gazette and a can of coke. He pocketed his change and walked back home.
He opened his front door to be greeted by the plaintive mewlings of his two cats. Feeding time, a can of whiskas soon had its grisly contents disgorged into a plastic bowl. The cats relishing every mouthful of the mysterious meat.
Sitting at the table Marcus began to read the local rag. Swimming pool closures, vandalism, street robbery all the sins of the metropolis.
Marcus’s eye was drawn to one small item in particular:
YOUTH ATTACKED IN HOLLOWAY
A 16 year old male was attacked in
He opened his front door to be greeted by the plaintive mewlings of his two cats. Feeding time, a can of whiskas soon had its grisly contents disgorged into a plastic bowl. The cats relishing every mouthful of the mysterious meat.
Sitting at the table Marcus began to read the local rag. Swimming pool closures, vandalism, street robbery all the sins of the metropolis.
Marcus’s eye was drawn to one small item in particular:
YOUTH ATTACKED IN HOLLOWAY
A 16 year old male was attacked in
the early hours of Wednesday morning
whilst walking home along Tufnell Park Road.
He was taken to the Whittington Hospital
He was taken to the Whittington Hospital
where his condition was described as critical
by a police spokesperson.
Police would like to speak to anyone who
Police would like to speak to anyone who
saw a large group of hooded youths.
Anyone with information should contact the
Anyone with information should contact the
incident room at Upper Holloway Police Station on
020 7651-2333 or Crimestoppers
confidentially on 0800-600-7000
This was nothing unusual, every week this paper was littered with similar tales of young men becoming victims of bother and petty thuggery on the streets.
But something about this particular article struck a chord.
Maybe it reminded Marcus of his own youth. Walking home stoned or drunk in the early hours of the morning unafraid with a whole life ahead.
Sure there had been trouble but only close shaves, punches thrown, money taken. No bones broken just wounded pride. Always the fear of someone going too far, pulling a knife for your pocketful of change. A brutal introduction/indoctrination in the ways of the metropolis.
But this poor lad was on life support because some idiots couldn’t control themselves? It made his blood boil. “Enough” Marcus thought as he pushed the paper to one side.
Time to do some housekeeping thought Marcus looking at the algae in the fishtank.
He removed the filter from the tank and carefully disassembled it to access its heart and give it a good rinse under the tap. Satisfied he put the filter back together and then it happened. As he reached into the tank he knocked against the hood causing the air pump to tumble into the water instantly sending a charge through the water into Marcus knocking him off his feet and smashing his head against the cold steel of the Zanussi oven, then blackness……………..
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This was nothing unusual, every week this paper was littered with similar tales of young men becoming victims of bother and petty thuggery on the streets.
But something about this particular article struck a chord.
Maybe it reminded Marcus of his own youth. Walking home stoned or drunk in the early hours of the morning unafraid with a whole life ahead.
Sure there had been trouble but only close shaves, punches thrown, money taken. No bones broken just wounded pride. Always the fear of someone going too far, pulling a knife for your pocketful of change. A brutal introduction/indoctrination in the ways of the metropolis.
But this poor lad was on life support because some idiots couldn’t control themselves? It made his blood boil. “Enough” Marcus thought as he pushed the paper to one side.
Time to do some housekeeping thought Marcus looking at the algae in the fishtank.
He removed the filter from the tank and carefully disassembled it to access its heart and give it a good rinse under the tap. Satisfied he put the filter back together and then it happened. As he reached into the tank he knocked against the hood causing the air pump to tumble into the water instantly sending a charge through the water into Marcus knocking him off his feet and smashing his head against the cold steel of the Zanussi oven, then blackness……………..
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posted by big-gig at 9:04 pm
1 Comments:
hi gig well done we thoroughly enjoyed reading your new postings its like a secret window into your life. cant wait to see what strange seachange marcus undergoes when he awakes from his galvanising!
love nick to you and emma
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