The prison guards roughly pushed the terrorist back into his cell, he had just put yet another inmate into a coma, this time the board had to put him into solitary, this was the third time it had happened, this time the board had to realise this was no one-off.
The terrorist had been arrested four years before after a disastrous bank robbery, which the IRA had arranged, all he had to do was execute the robbery. But the police had been tipped off and the SAS were waiting for them, when they got out of their rented Ford Transit, Checked for anything suspicious, and obviously not noticing the waiting SAS nearby. The SAS are one of the worlds best elite fighting forces, being able to be dispatched anywhere in the world, with their expensive electronic equipment which assist them in the field, they had trained for this type of combat, over and over again, it was second nature to them. The terrorists pulled out their holstered berettas, and were about to go into the bank when the SAS opened fire, the terrorists not knowing where the fire had come from, became confused, by the time they realised who and where they were it was too late, a few of the terrorists managed to hit a few of the ten-man SAS team, but they were only knocked unconscious, their bullet-proof vests living up to their name. Dave only gave up when his last team mate died, facing the prospect of death or prisonment he took the second option, a decision which he now regretted, but that was the past, he was now in the present, it was like that old, cheesy story, A Christmas carol, if only they would take him into the future…
The guards left the terrorist daydreaming in his cell, he often daydreamed, it must be the only thing you could do to stop you just thinking of the crime you committed, it would be enough to drive you insane.
One of the guards went up to report the incident to the governor.
There was a knock at the door,
“Come in” the Governor growled, he wasn’t in the best of moods.
The guard walked in with a look of sheer worry on his face as to what the Governor would say, the Governor, reading his facial expression at once, asked, “What is up with you?”
“Dave Sherlock has just assaulted another inmate.” The guard said hastily, looking a little less worried now that he had told the Governor, all he was waiting for now was the Governors reaction.
“Okay, thank you, I will report it to the board.” Sounding as if he didn’t care or he wasn’t listening completely.
The guard turned on his heel and marched out, relieved that the Governor hadn’t taken one of his tempers out on him.
The governor who didn’t want to do the report just yet started to sing to himself.
Once again he heard the voice behind him but this time it said, “Stop singing!”
Mike, who still thought he was the prison governor defiantly said, “NO!”
“I said STOP SINGING!!!!!”
Mike came back into reality to find the head bright red with anger staring at him as if he was trying to burn a hole through the center of his head. He knew he was about to get the shouting at of his life and there was nothing he could do about it. Once again silence reigned, the only thing disturbing him was once again the continuous drone of the clock on the wall. The seconds seemed to get slower all the time. Mike braced himself.
“What did you say?” the head screamed, not giving him time to reply and then carrying on, “what has gotten into you lately? What happened in the assembly I thought was just a one off but I was obviously wrong! How dare you be so cheeky (still screaming!) I will make sure you will not forget this event, you will be staying another half an hour today, plus another week of detentions, when you eventually go home today you will take home a letter to your parents, and if I don’t get a reply by Monday I will ring her myself and tell her exactly what I think of your behavior right now!
Mike was used to being shouted at, he wasn’t exactly a little angel at home, he was very forgetful, but he couldn’t help it! But nothing could of prepared him for what he had just said.
He had to do something about his daydreams but what? He couldn’t exactly look up in the yellow pages on how to cure daydreams! But right now he had to concentrate on getting through this detention. His mum thought he was at a friends house doing homework but how would he explain to his Mum what had happened? She would kill him! Unless he forged her signature, he had never tried to forge it before, it was one of those with big wiggly lines which was almost impossible to copy, unless he asked one of his mates, James was supposed to be good at it…
By the time he had got out of detention it was 4:30, on the bus on the way home he tried to think of a way to cure his daydreams, what if he just tried as hard as he could not to have them, would that work? No, his concentration would soon lapse and he would slip into another daydream and once again get himself into heaps of trouble.
Unless, what if…
His mind went blank, he found himself on a deckchair, on a beautiful golden beach, the sun setting in the sky right in front of him, it was as if he was in heaven, he had never seen any thing so beautiful in his life. He wanted to get up, go for a swim in the clear blue ocean stretching out for miles around him but he couldn’t get up, instead his chair that he was sitting on rose up into the sky, just a few metres high, but it was a weird feeling. He found that wherever he tried to go the chair took him, he was tempted to dive into the sea but he thought against it. He actually went out to sea and saw many different varieties of tropical fish, they were beautiful, then he saw a family of dolphins, with two baby dolphins between them, he had always wanted to see dolphins up close, he had by this time mastered the flying principles of flying the chair, he zoomed up close to hem but to his disbelief, he must of frightened them and they disappeared back down to the depths.
‘SCREECH’ there was a massive screech as the bus he was in ground to a halt. Mike woke up from his daydream to find he was miles from home.
He got off the bus and called his mum from his mobile phone.
Later that night after his homework he decided to give James a call.
“Hello” said James, sounding thoroughly bored.
“Hey its Mike”
“Oh hi mike what’s up? He did now sound a little less bored!
“I was just wondering, you know my daydreams?”
“No not personally!” He remarked trying to be funny.
“No stop it, I’m being serious,” Mike who was trying to be serious just burst into laughter, James always made him feel like this, he felt great.
And so the conversation flourished, after their initial burst of laughter Mike told James what had happened he told Mike he would try the signature tomorrow, as long as he brought an example!
So the next day Mike went to see James along with his homework diary which had an up to-date signature in it.
Later that day after hours of trying James eventually got the hang of it, but the ls were still too loopy! It “shouldn’t take long to do, just leave the diary with me.”
“Okay then, you can sign the letter for me tomorrow in school before the head gets hold of me!”
“All right then, see you tomorrow!”
“Yeah, bye!”
The next day was Monday, the first day back in school, Mike was in quite early and hid most of the forty-five minutes he had to wait in the toilets! But by the time it came to go to registration James was still not in, Mike was beginning to get worried, the head was everywhere now, searching for him, he knew the head knew he was in because he had asked some people if they had saw him, he felt really nervous, what if someone grassed him up on where he was and he got caught, and James never come in and the head rung his mum and…
No he had to stop thinking about the consequences, think good things, anyway, James will be in soon, and everything would be ok, except for his detentions, which would last all week!
The bell rang, time to go to form, he still hadn’t seen James, maybe it was because he had been in the toilets all the time! Mike sneaked to form, nodding to a few people who he knew, trying to say ‘Hi’ but only managing a grunt.
He walked into form to see James sitting in his seat, he could have screamed with joy but he managed to hold himself back, He couldn’t have bared it if the Head had gotten hold of him but he didn’t care, as long as that letter got signed!
He said “Hi” to James and then took the letter out of his inside pocket, and handed it to James, Mike tried as best he could to stop anyone looking, while James scribbled down what was supposed to be his mum’s signature, when James had finished, it looked almost genuine, the head wouldn’t notice any difference anyway! Mike breathed a sigh of relief, not a moment too soon though, the head stormed through the door, pointed a bony finger at him and indicated him to follow him.
Mike, who wasn’t at all looking forward to what he had to say, slung his bag over his shoulder, trying to act as if he didn’t care but really he felt like a quivering wreck. Mike hurried after the head.
“ So, did you get the letter signed?” the head inquisitively.
“Yep” mike replied as if saying telling him to get stuffed at the same time.
“Can I see it please?”
“Yep” He was beginning to think that was all he could say, but he reached inside his inside right pocket and pulled it out, unfolded the A4 piece of paper and handed it to the much calmer head, he must have had a good shot of whisky after school on Friday, otherwise he would still be fuming.
As the head re-read the letter he had written personally, he grunted every so often as if to agree to what it said, then as he got to the end he lifted the letter up to his face as if he was inspecting the signature as if with a microscope or something.
Mike drew in a deep breath, and then released it loudly when the head showed he approved of the signature by letting out a sound as if it was Kenny off South Park about to get hit by a falling space station, or stampeded by a herd of cows or hit by a high speed train.
“So ill see you after school, 3:25 on the dot, if you are late you know what will happen if you are late, another week of detentions!” the head shouted the last few words, reminding him of that Friday.
“Yes sir, I will not be late sir!” He sounded like a corporal in the army being punished for something.
He felt the deep scratches in his skin, aching, stinging, he felt terrible.
He had to come out of the daydream, the sergeant screamed at him once more, NO, I must come out of this, He went back to the barracks to get a shower before more training to…mor…NO!
He came back out of this daydream with a blast, it took longer to come out of this one and his head ached, he could see the room (reality) drifting in and out of focus, he felt like he was on one of those sickening fairground rides going round, and round, and round, and round.
Mike opened his eyes, he could see two bright lights shining in his eyes, it smelt like a hospital, it was an obvious smell, the one that you always get when you are in a doctors surgery or a hospital. Mike turned his head around to see his Mum looking at him, she looked like the abominable snowman without the snow, there were bags under her eyes that looked like they were carrying the latest offers from Iceland, he could also see she was upset, he could always tell this by the way she acted, it was obvious any way, her eyes were bright red, her nose was red and she was clutching one of the cheap tissues that hospitals kept in the toilets.
“Hi Mum!”
“Oh Mike are you okay? Shall I call the nurse?” she was starting to reach for the bright red button above him with ‘only to be used in emergency’s’ written on a sort of plaque.
“No Mum, I’m fine, really, when can I go home?” he rushed this last sentence and before giving his Mum time to reply said “Actually, what happened?”
“Well, you were with the head (giving him a stern look) and you started to shout, you didn’t look well at all according to what Mr Brown said anyway and then you passed out, he was worried so he called an ambulance, and, well that was two hours ago, the nurse should be here in a minute.”
“Okay then”
It felt like an eternity waiting for the nurse to come, but eventually she did. She was a middle-aged woman with dark brown hair, she was very tall, about 6ft 6in. She swooped over him and glanced at a nearby machine he was plugged into.
Doctor Frankenstein let out an evil roar of laughter as his newly created monster sprung into life.
NO…
The monster stepped off the table onto the solid, damp, rickety, wooden floor
NO
Dr Frankenstein gave his first order, “go and (NO) take over the (NO) Village
NO!
His mind once again went blank.
Just like before he woke up to find himself with a doctor poring over him, stethoscope and all.
“Hi” said the doctor, sounding rather concerned “how are you feeling?”
“Fine” said mike sounding muffled
“We know what is wrong with you, you have an overactive brain. We have tablets we can give you for this, which should help you get rid of your daydreams, usually there are no side affects, but if you have an allergic reaction to this drug we will notice straight away, you shouldn’t anyway, while you were asleep we took a blood test, (glancing over to his left arm, Mike followed his look and saw a big, purple bruise where they took the blood test, he was surprised he hadn’t noticed before, it started to ache even as he looked at it.) which showed that you will probably will not take badly to this pill, do you understand?”
“Yep” sounding utterly confused.
“Good, I’ll be going now, I’ll be back to see you later, you shouldn’t have to stay the night. Oh by the way the nurse will be round later to give you your tablets, you are too take them twice a day, morning and night, only after food though! Good luck!”
“Thank you doctor” Said Mike and his mother in unison.
Later on that day after he was released from the hospital, at home and tucked up nicely into his bed, with a mug of hot chocolate and a few pieces of toast next to him, while his mum was constantly asking him, ‘are you alright?’ and ‘can I get you anything?’
He also learnt that the head had cleared him for his abnormal behavior, and he had sent his best wishes as well!
By Richard Phillips 10PH
3500 words, hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha
Anna!
