Monday, 31 January 2011

In Too Deep

Okay so pretending to be a prostitute was a very bad idea.  This copycat Jack the Ripper actually chose me to abduct and now I’m tighed up in a cold basement of some kind.  I think this might actually be it, who’d have thought it?  My name is Bethany Collins, unemployed, due the the economic crisis, I’m a 20-something that can’t keep her nose out of anything to do with urban legends.  You see about five years ago London was destroyed by the last of the super people.  They stopped the world from being destroyed but they all vanished during the epic battle royal.  The government assures us that the even wiped out all super powers good and bad.  They’re wrong.  Take this Jack wannabe so instance.  Some might say he is just a man, an evil man at that.  But the accounts, which my friend swiped by haking into the police database, say he has red glowing eyes, can jump over buildings and even breath fire.  The fact the police either ignore these details or just keep it from the average joe shows me how naive the world has gotten.  Do they really think all super powers would have just vanished?  I have tracked down loads of myths and legends that our coming out of this “Dark Age”.  The fact that I have no physical proof is nether here or there.  Take a look at the Russian Prime Minister at the moment.  They said he saved a reported from a tiger.  I saw the real, un-aired footage.  That was no tiger and the Prime Minister seemed a lot stronger than you or I.  Luckily this Jack story was closer to home.  But now I’m screwed.  This guy is creepy.  He keeps staring at me, his eyes are like hell fire boring into my skull.  He keeps calling me Martha, telling me it won’t be long now.

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