Chapter 83 – Life in hiding

7 01 2009


Did you see Bizzariarox’s most recent post? If not, I recommend reading it right away. If so, you’ll know that I’m now on the run, along with three other people: Megan (CloudsAreGatheringOverMe), Bradley (bizzariarox) and Iaru (Iaru01). We’re hiding out in East London at the moment. We’ve been staying in the cheapest hotels and guest houses we could find, because while I fortunately had a fair bit of cash on me last Thursday, there’s four of us, and we need to make it last indefinitely. I’ve no idea whether we could be traced from a cash point, but at this stage, I think we’re better off not risking it. It’s already risky that we’re using this computer, not to mention Iaru’s car.

I haven’t spoken to my mum and dad since Thursday. I left them a message by phonecam, saying I was going away for a bit with mates, and not to worry. Then I turned the phonecam off, because from what I’ve heard they’re incredibly easy to track. My parents are probably worried sick. But then, for all we know, staying in contact with family might put them at risk as well.

I don’t think any of us has quite come to terms with our situation yet. That alien rock I sold earlier, of which Iaru is currently in possession, is actually something called a “clef”, and clearly a lot of people want it: the Swords, the Hawkbites, the police, Birrow Fletcha (who obviously isn’t who he says he is), Research Team Seven who kidnapped Bradley while she was in America, and I suspect that burglar who tried to break into my house a while back, as well. Obviously whatever it is, it’s important. Supposedly, it “does” something, although none of us know what. In music, a clef is a key, so maybe it’s the metaphorical key to something? Whatever it is, we can’t just dump it, because it could be our only way out of this mess, and we can’t just give it to anyone, because what if it’s dangerous in the wrong hands? So we don’t have any choice but to hang onto it for now.

We’re in a real mess. We don’t know who we can trust. None of us wants to go to the police, because the police have been behaving so suspiciously.

We still don’t know what happened in the police station. It sure didn’t look like a regular fire. Megan thinks she saw creatures moving in the fire, but I think that was probably just shadows, because none of the rest of us saw anything like that.


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 – 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 77 – I don’t believe it!

29 12 2008


I’m stunned. You know how I sold that rock to Birrow Fletcha the other day? Well, right after that, apparently the police raided his house and confiscated it as “dangerous”.

Remember how the police searched my house a while back? They didn’t find anything then, but then I’d hidden the rock pretty well, along with all the other stuff that had been on my windowsill, because I saw that burglar reaching for it and thought it might not be safe to keep it visible.

Now I’m wondering, though – was the rock dangerous? How could it be? Is it radioactive or something? Or are the police just being incompetent as usual?

I don’t know, but something’s definitely fishy here.

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 42 – I’m not a criminal!

27 10 2008


The police searched our house today. I don’t know what they were hoping to find, they said “illegal items”, which was vague. They didn’t find anything, naturally, because we don’t have anything illegal, but it was very bewildering, and extremely annoying.

Sometimes I wonder whether the police are really capable of catching actual criminals. I mean, there’s so much crime in this town, so why are they randomly searching people’s bedrooms when they should be out catching muggers and hawkbites? Or, I dunno, burglars who break in through people’s windows.