At0micAndy

Day Five Transformed part 3 There was a low round concrete structure just above the high tide mark, an old Pill box from the war, and they made their way inside. It seemed long untouched, no rats or other small creatures, not even birds had made it home. They sat down to recover in the semi darkness and catch their breath. “Running over the estuary is a neat trick,” Vanessa said, “but it takes it out of me.” “Indeed, it is a little at the edge of what I believe we can do. I am impressed, you have transformed much quicker than I expected. In my previous times it took much longer for the transformation to take effect.” “Yes, I know, I remember,” she laughed, ‘I have all of your memories, you really do go back a long way, I am going to enjoy sifting through those experiences, some of them taste really quite good.” “Yes, you will need to do that to gain my experiences so that you can learn to survive.” “What do you mean survive, I am immortal.” “As you said ea...

Day Five Transformed part 2 The door knocked and Henry Adams opened it to see the Police woman from the investigation. “Yes?” He asked, “anything new?” “Hello Mr Adams, may I come in and speak with you and your wife.” Sat in the police woman’s car Henry could see a woman in what looked like a nurse’s uniform. “Why have you got a nurse with you?” “I’ll come to that in a moment Mr Adams, may I come in?” “S’pose.” He held the door wide and Christine went in to the tiny cottage. “Lee” he said, “P’lice here,” and shut the door too. Christine heard the bolt slide across the door and looking through to the back she could see that the back door was also shut. “Hello Leanne,” she said, “I know that this is an imposition, but, and I am not being insensitive by not asking how you are, but I cannot imagine what you are going through, and I am sure anything I say would just sound wrong.” “You any closer to catching him?” Leanne asked, her voice quiet. “Well, ac...

Day Five Transformed  part 1 Bentley was in a bad mood and it pretty much meant everyone who didn’t have to deal with him kept out of his way. He had snarled at the girl pouring hi Costa Coffee when the lid wouldn’t go on right. He had glared at a WPC who took more than two manoeuvres to park a beat car in the car park, and he totally ignored the desk sergeant as he walked in and swiped through to the offices. He took a large scale map of this side of the estuary and went into the conference room, was annoyed at no blutak, walked out to he nearest desk and picked up the tape dispenser, just daring its occupant to complain, and walked back into the conference room and stuck the map to the peg wall. He took the box of marker pins and began marking locations. The Old Mission. The boys body dump. The houses of the three attacked women. And then he stood back turned a chair backwards and sat looking at it as he drank his coffee. “Sir” Christine Jackson said as she stood beh...