Chapter 82 – On the Run

5 01 2009


hello again everybody. you would not believe what has happened since i last posted. for example, the fact that i am now living on the run, along with iaru, megan and this guy called johnny from school.

yes, you read that right. WE ARE ON THE RUN.

i suppose you’re probably wondering how we got into this mess. to be perfectly honest, so are we. but i’ll do my best to explain our situation, as i understand it.

it all started on new years day. the four of us were taken to the police station for questioning regarding that rock thing iaru got given last wednesday. is it normal practice to get taken to the police station just to be questioned? i got the impression that we were in more serious trouble than they made it sound.

when we got to the station, we get shown through to this room at the back, and the first thing we get asked is where the cleff is. you remember that’s what research team 7 kept asking us about? so of course i said to the officer who asked that, “i already told you guys, i don’t have it! i don’t even know what a cleff is”. and the guy said that it was no use lying, and that they had video proof that me, iaru and megan drove off with the cleff on wednesday. then he demanded to know where it was.

iaru was the one who answered first. he said that we’d dumped it by the roadside in the southern part of town, near wistleigh. we hadn’t, but he obviously didn’t want to tell the police where it was really, seeing as it might be a way to pay off adam’s debt. so i confirmed that story. what else could i do? lying to the police is an offence, and i didn’t want to get iaru into trouble.

then the police asked us what we knew about it, and we said truthfully that we didn’t know what it was or what it was for. then one of the police officers accused johnny of lying, saying that johnny had kept it hidden for ages, and johnny said that he thought somebody tried to steal it once, and that it was really valuable. the police officer asked him why it was valuable, and johnny said it was made by aliens.

no, seriously.

the police obviously didn’t believe this and they got pretty angry at that point, but they didn’t get any further because that moment the door burst open, and the room must have caught fire, because all of a sudden there were flames everywhere. the next few seconds are a blur. the police started blundering around screaming and trying to dodge the flames. they were going nuts. a couple of the officers took out guns and fired them, like that was supposed to help. anyway, the four of us just turned and ran, because it was either that or get burned to a crisp or shot. the police didn’t stop us, because they were to preoccupied with the fire, so we just ran straight out the building. we kept on running until we were well clear of the station, then we stopped in an alleyway to get our breath back.

we’d just recovered enough to start asking each other what the hell just happened when a man in a suit turned down the alley, pulled out a gun and told us to hand over the cleff. we were all terrified, and then this guy walked up behind him and hit him over the head with a brick.

johnny recognised the guy with the brick, and called him mr. fletcha. fletcha said there was no time to talk now, and that we would be in danger as long as we stayed in this city. he said there were enemies everywhere, but his organisation could protect us. then he asked us for the cleff.

i think iaru might have actually given it to him, if those other two nutters hadn’t showed up. i recognised them; they were a couple of hawkbite drug dealers who sometimes hung around near the school. both the hawkbites and fletcha pulled out guns, and the four of us legged it.

we didn’t know what to do next. iaru didn’t think we should go home, because he thought it would only put our families in danger. we couldn’t go to the police, because apparently the police are in on whatever this is. iaru suggested going to the swords for protection, but the rest of us all agreed that that would be suicide, so in the end we decided it was best just to stick together and keep out in the open – we figured we were less likely to be attacked in a public place – and to get out of the city as soon as possible. we got on the first cheap ferry to london we could find, came ashore, and here we are.

the other three all have blogs, which i see a lot of you guys have already discovered. the four of us will let you know what’s going on until we get out of this mess. we’ve all contacted friends or family, but i don’t think we should make a habit of that, because phonecams are easy to track. this pocket computer is slightly less trackable, but not ideal.

i guess i also owe you guys another explanation. i haven’t been entirely honest with you guys lately. i think some of you might have already worked it out, but iaru is my boyfriend. he has been for nearly 2 months now.

you’re probably wondering why i didn’t mention that sooner. honestly, i didn’t really feel comfortable talking about that here because of the whole fiasco with my ex, jack, on my old blog, and i didn’t want to risk repeating that. so i told iaru that i didn’t have a blog.

so yeah. i’m a liar, and not a very good one. a liar on the run.

we’ll do our best keep you posted on what’s happening here.


Chapter 80 – the rant

31 12 2008

Some days it really sucks to be Clouds.

Blogging in a moving vehicle probably indicates some degree of Internet addiction.  This isn’t the first time Bradley has written a post while travelling, but it’s definitely the most hectic.

The Swords, in case it wasn’t apparent, are a dangerous criminal organisation based in the South Docks Area.  They’ve been mentioned a few times now.


Current listening: Green Day, “Walking Alone”

Chapter 80 – Auld Lang Syne

31 12 2008


happy new year, folks. i am in shock.

i’m just now out with iaru and megan, and we’ve just been to see the new marid film, and we’re just now driving away as fast as we can and very much hoping the police aren’t following us, because we’re carrying stolen goods.

we were just about to get into the car when one of iaru’s mates who works as a police officer comes hurtling out a side alley, in full police uniform, forces this lump of what looks to be brass plated marble into iaru’s hands, says the police are after him and says we have to take it to el draque. as in, el draque the freaking sword boss. who apparently iaru is on speaking terms with, nice of him to tell me.

then the police guy legs it, the three of us get into the car, iaru starts driving, a bunch of police have ran after iaru’s mate, i’d be very surprised if they don’t come after us, this is crazy.

we’ve just pulled up outside megan’s house. poor girl doesn’t have a clue what’s going on. iaru told her not to worry, it’s all under control. liar.

so i’m back at my house now. i kept telling iaru not to go to el draque, but he said he might be able to clear his brother’s debt this way. and i’m like, ‘you guys are in debt to the swords?’ and he’s like, ‘adam needed the money,’ and i’m like, ‘holy crap, this is insane.’ so now i don’t know what we’re going to do. he’s just driven me back to my house, and he says we’ll discuss this this evening. we’re supposed to be partying this evening! i want to discuss this now! it’s so confusing. i think i’ll text iaru again and try to make him see sense. he can be so stubborn sometimes!

Chapter 63 – Mictlantecuhtli double attack!

6 12 2008


It was reported just this morning: Mictlantecuhtli has claimed two more victims. Two more dead bodies were found in Tree Top Town, of all places, both teenage girls, and both with letter “m”s on their foreheads.

The two girls, Olenka Li and Mariam Hanna, were both students of the nearby public school, Chester. They had apparently been out with friends that evening and were on their way home.

Naturally, everyone is in shock. This is the first attack of this kind where the bodies have been left in such a public place. I mean, you’d expect yourself to be fairly safe in Tree Top Town; it’s not a rough neighbourhood by any means.

I can’t stop worrying about this Mictlantecuhtli stuff. It terrifies me. I keep waking up in the night and imagining this figure standing over me with a knife. I know it would be best to try and think about something else, but it’s no good. Call it a morbid fascination if you like, but I don’t think I’m going to stop worrying about this until the killer is caught.

I’ve done a bit more reading up on the Aztecs and Mictlantecuhtli. Weird thing is, the more I’ve researched, the less sense this seems to make. I can’t find any reference to a form of Aztec sacrifice that remotely resembled the killings.

One thing we do now know about the killer or killers – they most likely have a death wish. The “Hercynia Report” says that Mariam Hanna was the daughter of Kayode and Firuza Hanna, a “wealthy couple” who run a business in the south docks. Now, I know you shouldn’t make assumptions, but that doesn’t sound like the sort of family it’s wise to antagonise. Unlike the police, the people in the south docks don’t mess around.

Chapter 36 – the rant

17 10 2008

I think autumn is very nice too.

I didn’t have to record any actual music for music technology until near the end of the AS course, but I decided it would be more interesting to throw Clouds in at the deep end.


Wednesday wasn’t a bad day for TV this week.  Heroes was good; Sylar is chillingly brilliant, and I loved Ando’s line about being awesome, even though I think he and Hiro both screwed up badly there.  Wednesday was also the Desperate Housewives finale, which was fairly dark, but entertaining.  It’s not a show I normally follow, but the preview of the next series was quite intriguing.


It’s funny what mix-ups that can occur from the use of vague language.  Specifically, I’m thinking of words such as “uniform”, “dress code” and “dressing up”.

Today was supposedly a “non-uniform” day at school.  My tutor didn’t tell us anything about this, but several people from other tutor groups had mentioned it.  A friend of mine said that the school expected us to be “dressing up”, as opposed to “dressing down” (he also said that he thought that the school should eff off, as opposed to on) because of a boy in the year below who had suffered a crippling injury, and that money raised would go towards his treatment.

Now, I have no problem with donating money to help someone who has been injured, but it seemed rather insulting that we were expected to pay for the privilege of wearing a formal outfit to school, even though there’s no rule prohibiting us from doing that the rest of the time.  The rules prohibit male students from wearing jeans, hoodies (including hooded jackets made from the same type of material), shirts without collars, shorts and trainers.  Girls, who technically belong to a different school and have a much more lenient dress code, are allowed to wear all of those things, providing they don’t bare their shoulders (according to staff, this is because bare shoulders look like boobs.  I really wish I was making this up).  The reason hoodies are banned is because they make us look like gangstas from the ghetto, but suits are OK, because gangsters never wear suits, do they? 9_9;

Anyway, I don’t have a suit, and I decided there was no way I was coming in wearing formal clothes when nobody else would, so I decided just to come in wearing regular clothes and donate money anyway.

This morning, however, I was so unsure of what to wear that I ended up just pulling on the first things I could find out of my wardrobe.  They weren’t compliant with the dress code, but never mind, it was non-uniform day!

On my way to my form room, I noticed a number of people in strange outfits.  One boy was dressed as a Jedi.  Another boy was dressed as a pirate, and another was dressed as a ninja.  There was even someone dressed as an Islamist militant with a plastic AK-47.  Several boys were wearing their old boy’s school uniforms, and one boy was wearing a girls’ school uniform, complete with skirt.  It was at this point that it occurred to me that my friend might have misinterpreted the phrase “dressing up”.

When I reached my tutor room, my form tutor immediately said words to the effect of “Jeans?  Hoodie?  Trainers?  No collar?  Go home and change at once!”  So I turned around and headed back.  On the way, I met my friend who had told me about the “non-uniform” day.  He was wearing a black collared shirt, a tie, and a pair of faded blue jeans, and he pointed out that I was going the wrong way and would be late for registration.  I told him about the form tutor, and he pointed out that the dress code didn’t apply on “non-uniform” days (Sixth Formers don’t have a uniform, so it had to mean no dress code).

I decided to go back and stand up to my tutor.  When I got there however, it was to find him passing a donations envelope around to a confused tutor group – all in dress code clothing, apart from the dude in the ninja outfit – and explaining about the non-uniform day.  I put some money in, and he said that he supposed now I was going to claim that I was dressed up.  There was no point in trying to explain, so I said I was, and he let me stay.

Later that day, a friend from the nearby college visited.  He asked me what my costume was.  I told him I was dressed as myself when not at school.

But really, I couldn’t help thinking that if the school had just told us we were supposed to be dressing up, and clarified what they meant by that, I could have avoided a lot of hassle.

Chapter 29 – Of Trees and Gangs

1 10 2008


Have you ever been to Tree Top Town? It’s the strangest place. It’s an area of Hercynia, not too far from where I live, and the architecture is so weird. It includes a residential area plus a small assortment of shops, but the entire thing is built on these elevated concrete platforms, with bridges in between. I wonder why it was built like this; I expect there’s some historical reason for it. Anyway, it’s quite pretty, because there are trees growing up amid the bridges, and you’re level with the tops of the trees. There is a touristy market there on Saturdays, which is quite cool if you’re looking for gifts for people, and I went there with a friend this weekend.

The only problem with Tree Top Town, my friend said, is that you want to be careful because it’s easy to wander too far and find yourself in Bridgeside, and that’s a rough place. It’s easy to forget it, because most of the city seems so relaxed, but Hercynia does have quite a history of gang violence, mostly confined to certain areas like Bridgeside. That was never something I worried about in Hyperborea, because it wasn’t such an issue there; occasionally you might hear on the news about someone who’d been attacked, but it was a rare occurrence. Hercynia might not be quite so bad as London, Liverpool or Manchester in terms of gang activity, but it’s up there.

There’s a school near Bridgeside called Knox-Ardsley. The people from that school call it “Hard Knocks” – well, with a name like that, it’s the obvious pun, isn’t it? Sometimes people from that school come over to our school and hang around outside the gates, and a lot of them dress like Hawkbites. You got people like that at my old school, who would call themselves gangsters and use that as an excuse to be violent, abusive and generally noxious to everyone, but here there’s the possibility that they might actually be Hawkbites, which I find pretty scary. My friends and I just give them a wide berth.

This is doing my head in

5 07 2008

This history personal study is more trouble than it’s worth.  I’ve now discovered I can’t do 18th century gangsters due to the lack of historical debate on the subject.  Grrr.

Perhaps I should explain.  This is the only part of the course where we get to actually choose what we learn about.  I wanted to use this opportunity to look at a period of history I haven’t studied in detail before.  Last year, before I dropped history, I wanted to answer on the Mughal Empire, but was stumped by the lack of available sources.  This year I decided to set my sights nearer home, but look at a specific subject I haven’t studied before.  Unfortunately, and in defiance of all logic, just about every area which has attracted the required level of historical debate is one I’ve already been tested on.  The French Revolution, the Battle of Hastings, the Spanish Armada, World War I, World War II, the Tudors, the American West…

To make matters more complicated, we have to have our questions submitted for approval by the exam board by next Thursday.  There really isn’t time for me to select a new topic, booklist and all.  In desperation, I emailed a friend asking for her bibliography from when she studied the Spanish Armada earlier this year.  The school librarian says that’s the cheating coward’s way out, and has suggested I do Samuel Pepys instead.

Well, my friend emailed me back with the bibliography.  She is a lifesaver and a star and I would propose to her if I didn’t know she’d turn me down.  So I’m doing the Armada.

And in all honesty, part of what made the 18th century interesting was that it was the time  of Jack Sheppard and Johnathan Wild, of thief-takers, mohocks and highwaymen.  Somehow, a man who was famous for keeping a diary doesn’t sound as… exciting, I suppose.  If I picked a new topic at this stage I’d have to do a lot of research and book hunting at very short notice, and fascinating as Pepys’ diary doubtless is, it just doesn’t seem worth the hassle.

So now I’m stuck writing about the Spanish bleeding Armada for yet another bleeding year.

Oh well.

And yes, I’m using this blog to vent, sorry.  This history has been a real pain in the neck, and it’s doing my head in.


In totally unrelated news, I’ve just seen the final episode of this series of Doctor Who.  It’s a special, and it is incredibly long and incredibly epic.

Farewell, Russell T. Davies.  You will be missed.