As we communicated my father produced his debt card and pin number which he gave me and then ordered me to go to the bank and withdraw one thousand pounds so he could pay off some debts. So l called Matt who was still in the kitchen and told him everything. So Matt and l then set off to town on our bikes. On our way back from the cash machine Matt told me he had a smashing idea which l asked him to explain. He simply turned, looked into my eyes and said, “let’s go place a bet on if Everton is going to win against Bolton. I know a place were we can do it.” As always Matt had a way with words so l agreed.
On arrival at Matt’s betting place all l could see was drunken man woman fighting and hailing bottles all over the abounded rusting hangar. I also remember seeing two disease-infested prostitutes who were staring at me with their small beetie eyes, as if they wanted to suck my blood and rip my lungs out. Just then out of the darkness appeared a gigantic greasy haired woman who was dressed in a black leather suit with a big black coat to go with it. I tried to look into her eyes but it was to no avail as she was wearing some red shades.
I also remember seeing her slowly wipe off some blood from her jacket using a piece of cloth that looked like someone’s t-shirt as she stared at Matt and l with a somewhat evil grin on her ugly face. After she had finished what she was doing she started coming towards us, I had one thing on my mind and that was to pedal as fast as l could out of the place. On the other hand Matt was looking happy to see her and all l could see on him was a big smile which he always put on if he wanted something.
As she got closer and closer l felt my whole body go numb and somehow froze there as if l was a staffed dummy. A few seconds later she was standing in front of us with that evil grin still projected on her face. At last it spoke, she spoke in a suprisinglingly spine chilling deep voice, “hello Matt”, “it’s been quite a long time handsome”. Matt just replied by saying, “it’s been indeed Miss Man”. Just then she turned her ugly face to me and said, “What is your name handsome”? I did not answer her. I remember her slowly turning and saying, “the strong silent type huh?”
Just then the grin was off her face as she asked us, “do you have the money boys”? So Matt and l answered back by just nodding our heads. With that response she said, “Follow me this way boys”. As we followed her she led us to a small and secluded room in the hangar were other betters where .The television set was switched on by Miss Man just before kick-off. A few seconds later the referee blew the whistle and the game was under way.
With thirty minutes into game thing’s were looking good as Everton was leading. As for Matt, he was singing and shouting, “more money, more money.” With forty minutes into the second half, disaster struck when Bolton grabbed the much sort after crucial equaliser. By now my ever-joyous friend was quiet, as a mouse and l could not help noticing the sweat that was trickling down his temple as well.
Well, as for me, l felt some wooziness slowly taking over my body .It felt, like l had some butterflies flying around in my stomach. As the game continued only left with three minutes to go the wooziness was all l could feel. With the game now having only two minutes left, Bolton scored. At this result l almost fainted .The butterflies had taken all over my body, the wooziness l felt was so strong that l just dropped and just set on the potholed concrete floor. The bizarre fact of loosing my fathers one thousand pounds was coursing threw my veins and mind like a virus.
The wooziness was slowly disappearing and rage and anger where all l could feel toward my crony Matt .So l went toward him and punched him in right in the eye and pushed him to the wall. He only retaliated by pushing me back and said, “we can this letter but right now we need to get out off here bra”. So we got on to our bikes and pedalled as fast as we could towards the exit.
Just as we reached the exit Miss Man appeared right in front of us and said in a nerve ripping voice, “going somewhere boys”. Just then l received a massive right hook to my chick and a shove, “where is the money,” she boomed characteristically. I was now in a tornado of perplexity. The situation was ghastly to ghastly to contemplate .Our father who art in heaven, l made a short prayer. Slowly l opened my eyes to see what she was up to. There here it stood right in front of me laughing as if it had been suddenly possessed by a great evil. Just then l remembered Matt.
As l turned my head my head l saw him just behind the giant, just lying there as if he was lifeless, and blood was gashing out his nose in it’s rawest form. Time simed to move slow. As l tried to reach for door, it grabbed me again and this time it threw me back in as if l was weightless. To my horror she produced a samurai sword from the long leather jacket .As she lifted up the sword l made a silent prayer and closed my eyes and laid there in front of it. Just then, l heard three gunshots and as l opened my eyes the gigantic Miss Man was lying in a massive pool of blood.
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