Light raindrops fell effortlessly down the cold, dead window - misted over from my warm but sour breath.

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James Pearson 11h

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(Write the attack on the Finch children by Bob Ewell from the perspective of Boo Radley)

        Light raindrops fell effortlessly down the cold, dead window - misted over from my warm but sour breath. Deep beyond the horizon I could just distinguish two figures making their way down the secluded narrow path, cocooned from the rain yet segregated from safety, disappearing as I exhaled another sulphurous cloud of gas. I watched them lovingly, blissfully unaware of the demon that was about to enter their little worlds. A third shape caught my eye as the silver moonlight teased out a silhouette, like a spark lighting from the tip of a volatile match-stick. I used the back of my emasculated hand to free the window of my condensed agony to let my eyes adjust to the outside light. I knew it! That dejected hen Bob Ewell was stalking the Finch children, clumsily yet sneakily pursuing them like a cat wearing bells, hungry for its prey.

        My will could no longer control my instinct as I let my feelings take over my body. I opened the door onto the front porch and breathed in the brisk biting wind, knocking me aback slightly into my square prison that I had not yet escaped until this moment. Using the shadows as a cloak to conceal my anger I hotfootedly moved from tree to tree. I centred in on my target, the demon too was sneaking upon the battleground yet was carrying with him the sound of a thousand horses, galloping blindly across a desert plain. The children started to run like lost animals, the predator closing in for the kill. Finally he caught up with the boy and brought him down to harvest on his fear, struggling as the two species fought it out. After what seemed like eternity the boy eventually broke free from the clutches of evil but were soon brought down again like a swatted fly.

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        My pupils were open wide as I focused in on my target, hungry for the assassination. I stood there, in the shadows, invisible to my prey, invisible to everything but myself. The girl ran back to salvage her brother but was rolled away like a discarded carcass as that foul fiend threw the boy to the floor. I saw his arm break; you could smell the ripped flesh as it released the odour of severed bone from his delicate outer shell. The girl got up and ran blindly straight into the clutches of the beast, for a second she ...

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