Astareal
06-03-2007, 07:54 PM
Judgement
Act 1: Recruitment
Scene 1: Escape
Damien looked out of the window dreamily as the coach pulled into liverpool. He'd rather be anywhere else at that time, but the excursion school had organised had impressed his Grandma and he'd been sent along. The streets were dirty, litter surrounded his feet as he stepped off the coach and he scrunched his nose at the smells coming from the water.
"I don't like it"
The voice was almost inaudible amidst the roar and drabble of school children surging around him but Tommy turned to look at him.
"Cheer up Dane, It'll be nicer on the boat mate"
Tommy was fifteen, the same age as Damien and nearly as scruffy. They almost looked a pair, stood on the docks surrounded by a crowd of people their own age, wearing the same dull black uniform.
Damien Price wasn't an individual that bothered overly with what others thought of him, His school trousers were losse fitted and his jumper was tied around his waist. He opted to leave the collar on white shirt down though, unlike some of the more yobbish members of the class who thought it looked "Cool" up around their muscly necks.
Dane was a slim individual, He didn't go to the gym but he kept himself fit doing other activites, Extreme sports in particular. his arms and legs were muscly and lithe from rock climbing, He surfed, he Skated, He loved adrenaline. His hair was long, but not overly. It fell in a mess around his head, over his ears to around halfway down his cheeks and longer still at the back. It was brown, a dark brown, but lighter brown highlights had been added a few months ago. Looking at the boat that was lying in the jetty, a medium sized catamaran, he wasn't too sure he was looking forward to the crossing over to the Ireland all too much.
Forty minutes later Tommy was swallowing his words, pulling his head out of the paper bag he turned to Damien
"I hate this boat"
Damien couldn't help but laugh, his firned had forgotten he got sea sick so easily. The ride was smooth enough, smoother than expected of a catamaran, but it was still bumpy enough to get the fair haired lad reaching for the bags. He turned to the T.V screen, The Simpsons. Lying back against the head rest, Young mister Price was finding the trip better than expected.
A scream at the back of the boat soon snapped him out of his reverie. Turning to face it like so many others, his eyes widened as he saw first the masked men and then the AK-47 Kalashnikoff riles they were toting.
"Anybody moves, and we shoot"
The sentance was simple, the instructions clear and five minutes later, everybody on the boat was bound and tied back to back with somebody else on the floor of the lounge.
"Don't worry children, everythings going to be alright"
Mr Harris was probably trying to comfort people Damien thought, but a couple of the girls were crying. Quiet, frightened sobs escaped lips as everybody wondered what on earth was going on. He felt something moving behind him, and suddenly, his ropes were loosened. Without moving he heard Tommie's voice behind whispering behind him.
"Good job I brought my pen knife right?"
Smiling Damien spat the words almost silently out of the corner of his mouth,
"Cough a little, Get that guard in the corner to come to you. Just don't move, act ill, like you've got a cold or something, and be ready with the rope"
His friend seemed surprised, but looking around the room, he too realised that only one guard had been posted. Begging a coughing fit that seemd a little.......over the top to Damien, Tommy gained the guards notice. Damien waited, head bowed low, he tried to look resigned.
.....................Now.....
His legs whipped around and tripped the guard, faling to the floor, he lost grip of his weapon and put his hands out to steady himself. Rolling over onto his back, ready to spring back up, the Irishman soon found himself staring into the barrel of a gun held by a rather serious looking teenager.
"Nobody moves, or I shoot"
The words were a twisted parody of the terrorists comrade's own, but they got his attention.
"Tie him up Tommy"
As the blonde boy from Derby scurried to do his bidding he stared into hsi assailants eyes.
"Questions,
Everytime I don't like your answer, you get the stock of the gun betweeen your eyes. Have I made myself clear?"
When the man opened his mouth he began to laugh, this boy! Thinking he could escape, they were halfway to Ireland already. He stopped laughing as soon as the metal stock of the gun slammed into his nose, releasing a torrent of blood. By now Damiens teacher had realised what was going on and was signalling for Tommy to come and untie him. Looking at his friend, the boy with the gun shook his head slowly.
"If everybodie's free, Ther'll be too much noise. Can't risk being found untied yet"
Tommy stared, wide eyed
"Look, Dane, Mate. We should at least free him, He's the only adult here"
"No, He's tied and safe,"
Turning to the bleeding captor turned prisoner, bound on the floor he asked
"IRA?"
When the man nodded, he knew he'd hit the mark
"What does the IRA want with a catamaran full of kids?"
Licking blood from his upper lip, the man spat in Damien Price's face. The butt hit him in the temple and he crumpled instantly
Taking off his jumper, He gagged the unconsious man and with Tommie's help, dragged him into a cupboard.
"What now?" Tommy asked him, Damien seemed in charge of the situation and it was him he had decided to act under.
"I need to find a radio, Untie everybody, but keep them quiet"
Two minutes later, Tommy was busy untying the class and Damien was hanging by his fingertips from the side of the boat, Water rushing past his feet.
If I can find the crew, We can Radio Liverpool Harbour
Still, it was easier said than done, patrols lined the boat and he'd only narrolwy dodged a patrol by sliding off the edge of the boat and now he was in no position to go anywhere. Slowly, he raised himself up. No-one, perfect! He crept along the deck, sea spray wetting his skin. hearing footsteps, he rolled under the stairs leading to the bridge. Feeling around, he located the bottom of a fire extinguisher and pulled it from the wall, carefully making as little noise as possible. Rolling out from under the stairs, he got to his feet and walked slowly behind the guard. Raising the red cylindar, he slammed it into the guards face as he turned to see who was behind him and cast it into the sea. Depositiing the guard under the stairs he himself had hid underneath and made his way up them.
The door to the captains bridge was heavy, made of cast iron it creaked as Damien pushed it open and four heavy set Irishmen in Khaki turned to face him.
"****"
Turning around he leapt over the side of the stairs, holding onto the railing. He swung himself under the top step and held onto the edges just as the first man peered over the edge.
"He's gone"
"Then LOOK for him you idiot!"
The second voice was less accented, but still recogniseably irish. His muscles were screaming at him, but Damien waited, soon the footsteps had receded and he pulled himself over the railing once more, panting. Making his way slowly down the stairs, he picked up the unconsious guards Rifle and proceeded back to the Bridge.
Wait.........I'm not going to shoot anyone The thought was like poison, spreading fear throughout his mind. Shaking himself free of self-doubt he steeled himself.
But they don't know that
Kicking the door he heard a snatch of conversation
"Fifty thousand pounds tomorrow...."
The phone was dropped as the man turned and the gun swung around into his face.
"What the?"
The gun hit him again before he could finish and the man fell to the floor. Damien turned away from him and grabbed the mobile phone he ahd been using. Quickly putting down the phone and re-dialling to the police took seconds and Damien bagan outlining what had happened
"There's six men on the boat that I know of, all armed." He was finishing before the woman cut him off.
He was panicky, but the woman on the phone calmed him.
"Look, Just give us the co-ordinates on the screen to the left of the radio and we'll be there in a matter of minutes"
Damien turned to look and saw a fist milliseconds before it smashed into his face. Trailing blood and spittle, Damien flew acroos the cabin and felt his head smash against the window. Dazed and hurt he threw himself out of the way as an eight-inch combat knife slammed into place where his face had been moments before. Rolling into a crouch he brought his leg up in a roundhouse kick, only to find his opponent blocking in a traditional Shoto-Kan leg raise. Off-Balance and Unarmed Damien could do nothing as the knife was thrust into his shoulder. Screaming with pain, vision clouded and senses dulled he fell backwards and grabbed at his assailants wrists seconds before the balde plunged into his neck.
"You little ****!"
The man above him was large and sported a red bed complete with unruly red hair. Funny how, fighting for his life, Damien still noticed just how bad the man's breath was. Suddenly, the man crumpled and a foot rolled him off the top of Damiens inert body. Seeing Tommy stood above him with another Fire extinguisher, backed by select members of the school rugby team. Releived, bloody and alive, Damien Price reached for the telephone.
Coming soon!
Act 1: Recruitment
Scene 2: Mr Davis
Act 1: Recruitment
Scene 1: Escape
Damien looked out of the window dreamily as the coach pulled into liverpool. He'd rather be anywhere else at that time, but the excursion school had organised had impressed his Grandma and he'd been sent along. The streets were dirty, litter surrounded his feet as he stepped off the coach and he scrunched his nose at the smells coming from the water.
"I don't like it"
The voice was almost inaudible amidst the roar and drabble of school children surging around him but Tommy turned to look at him.
"Cheer up Dane, It'll be nicer on the boat mate"
Tommy was fifteen, the same age as Damien and nearly as scruffy. They almost looked a pair, stood on the docks surrounded by a crowd of people their own age, wearing the same dull black uniform.
Damien Price wasn't an individual that bothered overly with what others thought of him, His school trousers were losse fitted and his jumper was tied around his waist. He opted to leave the collar on white shirt down though, unlike some of the more yobbish members of the class who thought it looked "Cool" up around their muscly necks.
Dane was a slim individual, He didn't go to the gym but he kept himself fit doing other activites, Extreme sports in particular. his arms and legs were muscly and lithe from rock climbing, He surfed, he Skated, He loved adrenaline. His hair was long, but not overly. It fell in a mess around his head, over his ears to around halfway down his cheeks and longer still at the back. It was brown, a dark brown, but lighter brown highlights had been added a few months ago. Looking at the boat that was lying in the jetty, a medium sized catamaran, he wasn't too sure he was looking forward to the crossing over to the Ireland all too much.
Forty minutes later Tommy was swallowing his words, pulling his head out of the paper bag he turned to Damien
"I hate this boat"
Damien couldn't help but laugh, his firned had forgotten he got sea sick so easily. The ride was smooth enough, smoother than expected of a catamaran, but it was still bumpy enough to get the fair haired lad reaching for the bags. He turned to the T.V screen, The Simpsons. Lying back against the head rest, Young mister Price was finding the trip better than expected.
A scream at the back of the boat soon snapped him out of his reverie. Turning to face it like so many others, his eyes widened as he saw first the masked men and then the AK-47 Kalashnikoff riles they were toting.
"Anybody moves, and we shoot"
The sentance was simple, the instructions clear and five minutes later, everybody on the boat was bound and tied back to back with somebody else on the floor of the lounge.
"Don't worry children, everythings going to be alright"
Mr Harris was probably trying to comfort people Damien thought, but a couple of the girls were crying. Quiet, frightened sobs escaped lips as everybody wondered what on earth was going on. He felt something moving behind him, and suddenly, his ropes were loosened. Without moving he heard Tommie's voice behind whispering behind him.
"Good job I brought my pen knife right?"
Smiling Damien spat the words almost silently out of the corner of his mouth,
"Cough a little, Get that guard in the corner to come to you. Just don't move, act ill, like you've got a cold or something, and be ready with the rope"
His friend seemed surprised, but looking around the room, he too realised that only one guard had been posted. Begging a coughing fit that seemd a little.......over the top to Damien, Tommy gained the guards notice. Damien waited, head bowed low, he tried to look resigned.
.....................Now.....
His legs whipped around and tripped the guard, faling to the floor, he lost grip of his weapon and put his hands out to steady himself. Rolling over onto his back, ready to spring back up, the Irishman soon found himself staring into the barrel of a gun held by a rather serious looking teenager.
"Nobody moves, or I shoot"
The words were a twisted parody of the terrorists comrade's own, but they got his attention.
"Tie him up Tommy"
As the blonde boy from Derby scurried to do his bidding he stared into hsi assailants eyes.
"Questions,
Everytime I don't like your answer, you get the stock of the gun betweeen your eyes. Have I made myself clear?"
When the man opened his mouth he began to laugh, this boy! Thinking he could escape, they were halfway to Ireland already. He stopped laughing as soon as the metal stock of the gun slammed into his nose, releasing a torrent of blood. By now Damiens teacher had realised what was going on and was signalling for Tommy to come and untie him. Looking at his friend, the boy with the gun shook his head slowly.
"If everybodie's free, Ther'll be too much noise. Can't risk being found untied yet"
Tommy stared, wide eyed
"Look, Dane, Mate. We should at least free him, He's the only adult here"
"No, He's tied and safe,"
Turning to the bleeding captor turned prisoner, bound on the floor he asked
"IRA?"
When the man nodded, he knew he'd hit the mark
"What does the IRA want with a catamaran full of kids?"
Licking blood from his upper lip, the man spat in Damien Price's face. The butt hit him in the temple and he crumpled instantly
Taking off his jumper, He gagged the unconsious man and with Tommie's help, dragged him into a cupboard.
"What now?" Tommy asked him, Damien seemed in charge of the situation and it was him he had decided to act under.
"I need to find a radio, Untie everybody, but keep them quiet"
Two minutes later, Tommy was busy untying the class and Damien was hanging by his fingertips from the side of the boat, Water rushing past his feet.
If I can find the crew, We can Radio Liverpool Harbour
Still, it was easier said than done, patrols lined the boat and he'd only narrolwy dodged a patrol by sliding off the edge of the boat and now he was in no position to go anywhere. Slowly, he raised himself up. No-one, perfect! He crept along the deck, sea spray wetting his skin. hearing footsteps, he rolled under the stairs leading to the bridge. Feeling around, he located the bottom of a fire extinguisher and pulled it from the wall, carefully making as little noise as possible. Rolling out from under the stairs, he got to his feet and walked slowly behind the guard. Raising the red cylindar, he slammed it into the guards face as he turned to see who was behind him and cast it into the sea. Depositiing the guard under the stairs he himself had hid underneath and made his way up them.
The door to the captains bridge was heavy, made of cast iron it creaked as Damien pushed it open and four heavy set Irishmen in Khaki turned to face him.
"****"
Turning around he leapt over the side of the stairs, holding onto the railing. He swung himself under the top step and held onto the edges just as the first man peered over the edge.
"He's gone"
"Then LOOK for him you idiot!"
The second voice was less accented, but still recogniseably irish. His muscles were screaming at him, but Damien waited, soon the footsteps had receded and he pulled himself over the railing once more, panting. Making his way slowly down the stairs, he picked up the unconsious guards Rifle and proceeded back to the Bridge.
Wait.........I'm not going to shoot anyone The thought was like poison, spreading fear throughout his mind. Shaking himself free of self-doubt he steeled himself.
But they don't know that
Kicking the door he heard a snatch of conversation
"Fifty thousand pounds tomorrow...."
The phone was dropped as the man turned and the gun swung around into his face.
"What the?"
The gun hit him again before he could finish and the man fell to the floor. Damien turned away from him and grabbed the mobile phone he ahd been using. Quickly putting down the phone and re-dialling to the police took seconds and Damien bagan outlining what had happened
"There's six men on the boat that I know of, all armed." He was finishing before the woman cut him off.
He was panicky, but the woman on the phone calmed him.
"Look, Just give us the co-ordinates on the screen to the left of the radio and we'll be there in a matter of minutes"
Damien turned to look and saw a fist milliseconds before it smashed into his face. Trailing blood and spittle, Damien flew acroos the cabin and felt his head smash against the window. Dazed and hurt he threw himself out of the way as an eight-inch combat knife slammed into place where his face had been moments before. Rolling into a crouch he brought his leg up in a roundhouse kick, only to find his opponent blocking in a traditional Shoto-Kan leg raise. Off-Balance and Unarmed Damien could do nothing as the knife was thrust into his shoulder. Screaming with pain, vision clouded and senses dulled he fell backwards and grabbed at his assailants wrists seconds before the balde plunged into his neck.
"You little ****!"
The man above him was large and sported a red bed complete with unruly red hair. Funny how, fighting for his life, Damien still noticed just how bad the man's breath was. Suddenly, the man crumpled and a foot rolled him off the top of Damiens inert body. Seeing Tommy stood above him with another Fire extinguisher, backed by select members of the school rugby team. Releived, bloody and alive, Damien Price reached for the telephone.
Coming soon!
Act 1: Recruitment
Scene 2: Mr Davis