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The night of the accident The bar was busy. Which was good. Crowds of people in their high-end fashion flare and pints all around. People in good roaring spirit. Arjan smiled as he leaned into the bar, the barmen all busy pouring as many drinks as they could, the smell of alcohol wasn’t too overwhelming. There was a loud chattering of people, he looked around. He barely recognised some of them, not that they hadn’t aged well but probably aged better. Not t
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The next day Arjan came in with almost a sprint in his step. ‘Oh, Arjan!’ the head nurse catches up to him, running. ‘Oh, morning!’ Arjan grins, as he takes off his coat. ‘Morning,’ the nurse pants and grins, she hands him a note. ‘We’ve put you in the west area today.’ ‘West?’ Arjan stares at the notes in his hand. The west was far away from his normal workstation. ‘I mean, yeah. Sure. Not a problem.’ Nothing
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Tom wakes up in a UK hospital and has no memory of who he is. The more he finds out about who he is supposed to be, the more disappointed he is, and he can’t seem to shake off the fact he feels he has a historic connection with the Sikh male nurse that is supporting him.
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It’s bright. White everywhere. It smells like metallic, or is it chemicals, he can’t tell. The smell makes him feel uncomfortable. His eyes hurt when he opens them like he’s been punched in the face. The more he opens his eyes the more he takes in the pale walls. A large window at the side, there’s a bunch of bare trees outside. Next to him there’s a small table with a jar of water and a mix match of small and large cards. All get better soon cards. The machine on his other side is beeping and t
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It had been a few months now. Casso was in the news. Serial killer in Norway finally caught. Number of victims is forty and still counting. Dustin and his friends were all back in the UK. Dustin’s aunt protected him from the media. His friends hung out with him in his room. Today it was Anne and Al who were with him. His beard was now shaved, his hair cut and he was putting weight back on again. His throat was still healing.
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Smashing the skull onto the floor, he picked up a sharded piece of bone. He tried to turn the screw but it still struggled to turn. Dustin was running out of time. He looked down on his jeans. There were buttoned jeans. He pulled hard and got one of the buttons off the jeans. Using the buttons and the bone, he pressed hard into the screws and eventually they began to move. He burst into a massive smile and focused all his energy into unscrewi
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The door banged open to the basement and Casso came in. He unchained Dustin from the bed and brough him up the stairs. Casso laughed, ‘Some kids walking up here. Fresh meat, gonna get me gun out tonight.’ Dustin said nothing as Casso walked him outside. Casso had been out a while and Dustin had to wait for him to come back to go to the toilet. Casso had him toilet trained now. He took Dustin outside and as Dustin relieved his bladder, Casso m
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Friends View - after weeks of searching ‘Two mountains!’ shouted Al, pointing his finger. ‘Southwards, this time, let’s go.’ Ronda lagged behind as the group of friends rushed forward. She had the police’s number ready on her phone. She looked up nervously and then jogged slowly to catch up with her friends. They were so keen on rescuing him but Ronda didn’t want to be the accidental death of her best friend, she couldn’t live with that. They had been lo
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Dustin sat on the mattress, the room smelt awful of pungent damp and mould. The wall was so wet and slimy and the floor was starting to dry off with all the water. Casso had managed to fix the pipe. Dustin also got the joys of mopping the floor. He then got pushed over onto the floor by Casso who dragged him around the floor, yelling at him and kicking him hard in the stomach. But then he left and Dustin lay there on the floor, his face scratched up and stingi
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Friends View It had been a few days since Alexander received the message. He didn’t believe it at first. Was it a hoax? Alexander passed his phone to the police. But all the friends hung out in the hotel room, all pondering what it meant, if it was real. They didn’t know much of his life before college, Dustin never talked about it in detail. He stayed with his aunty and his dad was in prison. He never mentioned his mum. ‘Why would he text
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One cold night, Dustin thought he would try out his plan. He had been putting it off for a while as if it went wrong, he could die. He went over and over in his head. He had to go for it and he was terrified. He needed something to happen in the basement to cause a distraction long enough so he could get on that phone. He noticed the pipes in the corner of the room. He didn’t know if there was any water going through them. He could reach over and make a hole an
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Christmas must have passed by now. Casso never celebrated it. Dustin was glad of this really. His coughing and sneezing were getting less, Dustin felt like he was clawing his energy slowly back. Casso eventually got Dustin sleeping at the bottom of the bed again, with his chains. He had seen the mobile phone two more times and saw that Casso left it deep into the couch cushion. Dustin had to think very carefully how to get hold of that phone. But he was barel
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Casso had since calmed down since the escaping incident. He had left Dustin in the basement all day and night with no food or water before letting him back upstairs, yanking at the chain around Dustin’s neck. He put new screws into the wall for the chains to be attached to. Dustin would rub his neck every now and then, the collar feeling sore and dirty around his throat. He hoped there was no open wounds. He still coughed and sneezed every now and then, but most of his time d
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Flashback It was New Year’s Eve and the party was going on. The house was absolutely trashed, of course, drunk teenagers messing around, laughing, yelling, spilled beer everywhere. Dustin had been hanging out with his friends, laughing and cheering with them. This was his second party he had been to. He got some pizza and shared it with them; they ate in the corner. They heard sniggering and some guys looked over at them. They were the slim models from co
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There were a few times that Casso had to go out to do some errands and he would put Dustin back into the basement again. His hand was still chained behind the bedframe but Casso had been lenient and added more links to the chain so Dustin was able to walk around the room. The room was weird, there was a rusty pipe in the corner, no windows and there was damp feeling in the air. Dustin would sit on the edge of the bed and look at the messages he wrote on the wall for himself. A
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Friends View The gun clocked. The guys woke up. The van has stopped moving and Casso was pointing a gun right at them. Alexander screamed, pulling at his seatbelt, but Al yanked the door open and pulled him out, yanking him hard. In a panic, he managed to click the seatbelt off before scraping his knees while rushing out of the car. Al then grabbed Annie, who was on the other side and undoing her seat belt, they scratched at Ronda’s arms as they flew out the van.
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There was an awful scuttle noise. Opening his eyes, Dustin instantly scanned across the different shapes of shadows all over the room. The scuttle noise happened again; it was now like a metal scraping noise. Dustin’s eyes adjusted more to the darkness in the room as he sat up on the mattress. He eyed the whole room, his gut tearing him up inside. Something bad was here. He felt awake and exhausted at the same time. ‘Like a
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Dustin didn’t know if it had been hours or minutes. He didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know what to say. He kept pulling at the handcuffs around his wrist, his arm aching from being held up, not being able to move, even just to sit up. The physical ache in his arm and legs was tormenting Dustin. Suddenly the door opened and Casso came back in again. He was carrying a box with him. Dustin stared at him. ‘They
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Nineteen-year-old Dustin has been invited on a backpacking adventure with his friends and they end up in Norway. Dustin harbours a secret love for his best friend’s boyfriend. Whilst on this adventure, Dustin is kidnapped and has to fight for his life against a psychopath. Can Dustin hold onto this impossible resilience in the darkest moments, will he survive and are there any other secrets Dustin holds?
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He stood there, taking photos on his phone. Leaning forward, he zoomed in on his camera, before taking photos of the large green mountains, the deep red and yellow sky, the white flowers around him. It was magical. He smiled as he took the photos. ‘You done yet?’ his best friend Ronda called to him, as her boyfriend Alexander dropped his arm around her. Alexander nudged Ronda and smiled, ‘It is amazing, let
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Tav didn’t trust the giants. It wasn’t just Tav, Minnie was quiet but her worried frown said everything. Tav decided to get more paperwork off the giants and was gone for a while which worried Freddy. There were many meetings in Vapaus going through each character’s story and which one to put forward for the giants. Eventually half way through the meeting, Tav turned up, with documents in hand, scattering them on the table. ‘What happened?’ Freddy asked, ra
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It had been a few months now and unbeknown to the new kingdom, they were being watched. One day there was a strange request that came through. The gate guards, which were a giant troll and a talking unicorn, answered it and couldn’t see who it was so they asked Freddy and Tav to have a look. Tav and Freddy answered it. Narrowing his eyes, Tav looked around. There was no one there. ‘Down here,’ chirped an irritated nasal voice.
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‘You’ve managed to kick yourself and two kids out your kingdom?’ Tav laughed. He had got all three and they were up in the old castle ruins again. Tav managed to get some chairs and tables and all four were sitting together. ‘The garden we all go in, it’s a large piece of land,’ Freddy said, leaning forward. ‘Could you turn that into our kingdom?’ ‘I’m flattered that you think I’m that good,’ Tav rolled his eyes. ‘I can’t create a whole kingdom with no r
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A few days later, Freddy saw the young princess and the Witch in the garden again. They were in the same spot as before, but whispering low. Freddy came up behind them, grin on his face and arms crossed. ‘Back here, again?’ ‘Thanks for helping us,’ Princess Beatty said, turning around. ‘We were just wondering if…’ the Witch tried to say. ‘Very predictable,’ Tav was suddenly there, looking at his fingernails. ‘You want to come
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Freddy was in his room, getting ready. Now the ceremony and story were over, he just had to turn up to classes about maintaining his looks and fitness. He thought it would be over when the story ended but it was just another dull routine he needed to get used to. ‘So…’ Freddy heard Tav’s smooth voice. ‘Up to much?’ Freddy’s eyebrow raised, he looked down at his neckband going white. Smirking, Freddy pulled on his shirt, he thought out loud, ‘
