A near mugging

My life long friend and I had just been dropped by his mum, in the middle of Harrow. My friend is tall and very sporty and always ready for fun and action. As friends do we were talking and having fun. We entered a very busy fast–food restaurant and went to the counter to order our food.

As we received our order, my friend saw a rather nasty looking gang enter but he just ignored them. We were given our food and sat down at the nearest table. Luckily the table was right next to the door.

After a few bites of my burger my friend informed me that the vicious and mean looking gang were staring at us. I told him to ignore them and so he did for about two to three minutes. I could see that he was getting rather nervous. He had noticed that the gang carried flick knives sticking out of their pockets. He started to sweat all over and also started to shake. By now I was beginning to feel al little concerned. So we took our food from the restaurant and started to walk rather quickly, and then run towards his house.

They chased after us and as I was slower than my friend they caught up with me first and then with my friend. They pushed me against a lamppost and held me by the throat. NOW I was scared.

One of the gang held my friend by the arms and started to search him for anything valuable. Luckily we were able to wriggle away and started running faster than last time. We were able to get to the main road but then they caught up with us again. This time they started to push us against green telephone cable boxes, ...

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They chased after us and as I was slower than my friend they caught up with me first and then with my friend. They pushed me against a lamppost and held me by the throat. NOW I was scared.

This is where I managed my first proper look at them and even then it definitely wasn’t the best of looks. The gang leader was tall; dark skinned and with various rings and studs over his face. He was wearing a red top with army camouflage trousers. He was also wearing a very dark brown coat.

The second member looked very young. He was wearing headphones and was wearing similar clothing to the older one. It was their uniform. This guy was white skinned but seemed to have an Indian accent. The third one was the second eldest but played a much smaller part in the gang. He was the one who watched out for the police and anyone else who could come to our rescue. Finally the fourth one was absolutely useless. His fierce appearance seemed to be his only use but certainly served to scare us.

They attacked me at the green boxes. They ordered me to give them my money but I told them that I had none. They didn’t believe me as they had seen the server behind the counter of the restaurant give me my change from a £20 note.

Then all of a sudden a builder’s lorry pulled over and the driver, heavily built, said that he had seen the gang before and that he knew exactly what they were up to. He seemed genuinely worried about us. The leader of the gang replied that we were all friends and that they were simply talking to us. We didn’t answer, as we were so scared. The lorry driver appeared to be satisfied with is answer and then drove away.

It was to our good fortune that a really smart looking kid, wearing all the latest labelled sports wear, passed by carrying a McDonald’s milkshake in his hands. The gang then turned on him and we sprinted as fast as we could all the way back to my friend’s house. Once back, we told his mother everything that had happened. She decided to call the police to whom we recounted the whole experience.

The police said that they had heard of this gang before and that they would contact us when and if they had any news. Needless to say we never heard anything again.