The Shadow Jumpers Chapter 1 - Tara Tara picked up her bag, relieved that another long day of work had finished. She shut down her computer and gladly watched the light on the screen die for another weekend. The smell of coffee was too strong for Tara, she had never liked coffee and was always glad when she could leave the office, and the ‘fresh’ city air always did wonders for her head. “"Be careful! You know what it’s like on these streets lately, Tara.”" Shouted her friend Flick with a worried expression. Who had seen a woman getting robbed just the day before. “"You don’t want to get yourself hurt!”" "“I'’ll be fine! Have a nice weekend!”" Shouted Tara pushing the massive glass doors into the darkness with a huge smile slapped onto her face. "“Ah, freedom.”" She sighed and took a big breath of the outside air. The smell of concrete, the cold air and rush of people all around her, this is where Tara wanted to be. Not in a small coffee filled office. Strolling, admiring every single towering street lamp, she began to smile. This was her favourite time of the day, walking home from work. Her and the night’s sky alone, as well as the buildings around her. Her red heels clomping on the floor tapping to an imaginary rhythm. She always walked past a park. This was a check-point, she knew she was only 10 minutes away from home, but she heard a bush rustle. She looked behind her and there was nothing. She continued to walk, but added haste, she had been spooked but she didn’t want to let it be apparent in case anyone was actually there. Then she heard another sound. She turned her head; the sweat began to drip down the side of her head. Her breathe escaping her mouth as a white mist, invading the sky under the street lamp. Her heart jumping around like a child after sweets, she didn'’t know what to do, but she knew there was someone, or something there. Her body froze, she couldn’t move. Her breathe getting deeper and harder, her heart bumping faster and stronger, her head evaluating every situation. This time there was a shriek, Tara screamed and her whole world began to cave in on her, she didn’t know what was happening, but it was happening to her. She was under some sort of evil spell, she couldn’t move, yet her body was well awake and was ready to run, but why couldn’t she? The streetlamp began to flicker, her shadow appearing, and then disappearing, like a person in its own right. Her eyes couldn’t focus properly, and then the street lamp turned off. The darkness was mortifying, no one could see Tara, and Tara definitely couldn’t see anybody, even if she could it would be no help, her throat had clenched together, constantly tightening, like a noose around her neck. She was mortified, she began to cry and then she felt something touching her leg. Was it her bag that she had dropped? She couldn’t think what it could have been, but she was mortified, it began to move up her leg and to her neck. It held on tightly, taking her #life from her very mouth, she could feel it escaping, her #life flashing before her eyes, even the articles in the papers the day after she had been found. She closed her eyes, and wished for the light to come and take her. (I hope you enjoy this.. Chapter 2 coming soon!)

The Discharged (I wrote this for an assignment we had last year.. Sorry if it's a tad long! Enjoy!) Breathing deeply for what looked like his last breath, a young man lay in his hospital bed. The last bit of #life in his eyes kept drifting, the last bit of hope his friends and family wanted to see was leaving him with haste. He knew his time was ending, coughing and aching he knew his #life was soon to end; he had only celebrated his 20th birthday a few days before. A tear slowly ran down his cheek. He was looking for the light that he so desperately wanted to enter. He wanted death and he wanted it immediately. His brother was screaming, begging for him to stop. He wouldn’t listen, his eyes started to close leaving this world for the last time. The typical clinical smell began to leave him, along with the homing sight of his beloveds. The light was slowly, but surely getting smaller in his eyes. While one white light got smaller another got bigger, he was in close grasp of escape. His mother began to cry and scream begging for him to wake up. The floor began to shake, the ceiling crumbling. He awoke. His friends began to focus on hospital that was falling around them. They knew what was happening and they knew this was pay back. Fire began to flow through the corridors; windows began to smash, glass flying everywhere, oxygen tanks exploding. The smell of burning flesh invaded the whole building. People were dying and they were dying fast. Too sick to escape the young man was stuck in the hospital bed watching the carnage unfold around him. All he could do was wait for something to happen. More dust was falling; no one would have been able to see through it. A flash of red had invaded the room, instantly blinding the young man. He had no sight, the heat becoming unbearable, starting to burn through his skin. Minutes passed and the hospital structures had lost the will to live. The authorities did what they had planned to do. They destroyed the final members of a cult of terrorists that has been planning on creating carnage. The young man was the son of the head of this crime family and this was the only reason he was in hospital. He had failed in a suicide bombing attack. This gave the authorities the perfect opportunity to get the crime family and their allies while they were vulnerable, visiting a dying son and close friend in hospital.