The Warriors: The Power of the Insane - The Warriors (books to read for 12 year olds .txt) 📗

Prologue:

Mary hurried through the London back streets, beneath the lamp lights, horridly aware that something was following her. Something big.
She clutched her purse to her chest- whoever it was, she couldn’t get mugged, not tonight! It was the night of her first date! She had to get to the bar! She couldn’t get mugged; this was the guy she was going to marry! She was sure of it! The first date with her future husband had to go to plan!
She turned onto a narrow street with cobbles; automatically aware that this was a terrible idea in 5 inch heels! She heard the crash of dustbins falling over and sped up! She could make it!
Just a little further...
Mary screamed in pain as her heels slipping on the cobbles and her ankle clicked and grinded loudly! She fell to the ground, her purse flying out in front of her. In an instant, the huge dark shadow was on top of her, it’s beady blue eyes glaring at her with hunger, huge fangs protruding from it’s open gums.
“Down, boy. Now, let’s see...” snarled a cruel, male voice from behind the shadow. There was a clanging of chains and the deep, hungry groan from the shadow. “Hm, perfect. You’ll disappear quite nicely. Go, boy! And quick, the moisture from the cobbles it making my eyes go dry.”
The beast snarled and then lunged at Mary, sinking it’s huge fangs deep into her shoulder...

Part 1: Establishing a plot.

Daniel walked into his lounge and over to his desk, ready to knuckle down to some research. He plonked himself down on his blue, office chair, when he noticed something...something wrong! Looking around, he found things had been moved, things had changed, as if someone had gone through his research...
Standing up, he looked around; sweat beading on his forehead, worry rising in his throat and panic shaking his hands. The whole room was wrong! Everything was...was...
TIDY!
There was no dust on the shelves, books were no longer crammed into his book case and just...placed. Ornaments and trinkets lined the mantel piece above the fire and Nicki’s canvas’ on the walls were straight! There was no dirt in the carpet...no ash on the hearth...no papers cluttering his desk...
“What the hell is going on!” yelled Daniel, stressed.
Nicki came skipping into the lounge looking strangely happy and clean. Her usual scruffy, ripped, untidy look was replaced by what looked like some sort of weird replacement Nicki!
“What do you mean?” she asked.
Daniel threw his arms up, gesturing to his alien surroundings. “What the fudge is this?”
“Erm, it appears to be a lounge.”
“Why the fudge is it tidy?”
“Oh, well, I tidied it.”
“Why? WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH DOVASHIIN?”
Nicki giggled and explained, “I quit smoking.”
Daniel stared in shock. “Why? What’s happened? Are you ok?”
“I quit. And I have no job, so I was bored, so I tidied.”
“But why did you quit? Whose gonna put cigarette butts in the ash tray now? I’m not taking smoking up!”
“Silly, you don’t need an ash tray anymore!”
“But there’s supposed to be cigarette butts in the ash tray! And there’s supposed to be untidiness everywhere! I like my squalid conditions and I want them back, along with the real Nicki!”
Nicki looked at him. “I want a job. A real job. To do that I need to change!”
“But you can’t have a real job. You have hayfever. Hayfever puts people lives in danger!”
Nicki held up a little box and shook it at Daniel.
“Piriton? Really. Like that’s going to work.” Daniel murmured, sarcastically.
“Give me a week and I’ll prove it!”
“I give you 10 minutes.”
“Fine!”


Verity watched Clint sat at his dining room table browsing art on EBay on his laptop. He looked hot just sat there doing nothing! How she found a guy like that in London she would never understand!
“You ready? I mean, you sure you wanna meet my friends?” she asked, taking a sip of red wine.
Clint closed his laptop and turned. “Course I do! They’re your life; I wanna be a part of your life. And I’d love to meet them!”
“OK, if you say so.” Verity smiled.
We’re here now, just coming up the stairs.
Georgia’s voice echoed around Verity’s mind. She stood and went to the door, just as the doorbell rang. Verity stepped aside, holding the door for her 5 friends.
She led them to the lounge, where Clint was now stood, looking slightly nervous. “Clint, this is Daniel, Holly, Nicki, Fury and Georgia.”
Everyone smiled and said hi, before Daniel interrupted, “That’s not Nicki, by the way. It’s an imposter. She’s the Nicki that’s quit smoking, which isn’t Nicki as all really.”
Nicki scowled at Daniel and sat, politely on the sofa.
“So, what do you guys do?” asked Clint, pouring everyone glasses of wine.
“Well, I’m a botanist.” replied Daniel.
“I’m a psychiatrist, I work in London city centre.” smiled Georgia.
“And the rest of us are unemployed.” added Fury.
Clint resisted a shocked look that was slowly creeping onto his face and continued with the polite social questions.
Verity thought the evening was going rather well. Daniel and Nicki hadn’t done anything to embarrass her and she hadn’t one spiteful word out of Fury! Georgia, however, seemed incredibly quiet and withdrawn, as if something was troubling her.
Shaking it off, Verity went to get another bottle of wine form the fridge.

“He seems nice.” smiled Georgia as Verity went to the door to see them off home.
“Thank you. Are you ok, Georgia? You’ve been very quiet all evening.”
“I...I’m fine. I just have a head ache.” Georgia smiled despite her anxiety.
“Right, hope it gets better. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Verity smiled and closed the door, leaving Georgia to follow the others out of the building.
Well that had been disturbing! For the past hour, it was as if Georgia had entered a bubble of static! It was all she could hear and she’d not been able to block anyone’s thoughts! She’d had to endure an hour of Clint ogling at Verity, private thoughts and all, and hear what Daniel was going to have for his midnight snack!
And what was even more disturbing, was that everyone apart from her seemed to be incredibly taken with Clint. As in, more than a normal person should! The way they all just sat there, listening to his unimpressive stories and gazing at him on ore...
Something wasn’t quite right.
Georgia strolled down the street, Holly at her side, while Blur, Nicki and Daniel made their way back to Daniel’s house.
“So, Verity’s done well there! Did you see his six pack?” Holly giggled like a little girl.
“No.” Georgia didn’t want to risk a sneak peek inside her mind, but instead asked, “What do you find so interesting about him?”
Holly sighed. “His dreamy looks, his awesome life! Did you hear his story about the gig where he crowd surfed, whilst playing a ukulele?”
“Yeah, I don’t see how that’s impressive.”
“Oh Georgia! You just can’t see an amazing guy when he’s sat right in front of you, can you!”
“Apparently not.”
Holly skipped to the apartment door and hopped from foot to foot, impatient for Georgia to open the door. She then skipped inside, making straight for Georgia’s laptop, giggling.
“What are you doing?” asked Georgia, raising one eyebrow.
“I’m going to add him on Facebook, and then I’m going to make a YouTube account and like all of his videos.” She paused and gazed into space, smiling. “Maybe I could comment! I could say how talented he is!” she giggled and looked back towards the screen.
“Well, I’m going to bed. Night.”


Bryce let out a high-pitched evil laugh, looking down on the humans trapped inside the warehouse, with no way out!
“Soon, my army shall be big enough. I may need a bigger warehouse!”
The Beatle sat next to him, slobbering and panting, looked at him, eagerly.
“All I need now is enough magic to be able to give these humans Beatle characteristics and have them do my bidding. Now, I’m off to oil my skin before it starts to peal; take care of them, Tiny.”
The Beatle just stared at him, it’s tongue lolling on it’s chin.
Bryce smiled, showing his yellow teeth “Tonight, we collect.”


Part 2: Ear Allergies

Georgia was floating high above a crowd, walls of darkness closing in on them! People screamed in pain as thick, blue substances burned their skin! Georgia tried to save them, but she couldn’t! All she could do was listen to screams and whispers and one, male voice yelling...
“Save us!”

Georgia awoke from her dream, feeling like she’d just been body-slammed by Rancid!
“Shit!” she mumbled, getting up and going to the bathroom to wash her face. OK, this was getting stupid now, what the fuck was going on with her powers! First of all she can hear everyone’s thoughts and not be able to block them, secondly, she’d never had a dream that intense!
She heard Holly, snoring softly in her room and went to the phone.
Georgia drummed her fingers on the table until she got a reply.
“What?” murmured a sleep Blur Fury.
“Blur? Where’s Nicki?”
“She’s asleep, like a normal person.”
“Asleep? But she never sleeps!”
“She’s on her normal person diet of 8 hours of sleep and not smoking, remember?”
“Oh yeah, well, you’ll do then. Something weird is going on! I can’t control my telepathy!”
“Why?”
“I don’t know, if I knew that I wouldn’t be calling you.”
“OK, ok, we’ll figure this out. I’ll meet you tomorrow morning in town.”
“No, I want to meet now! I don’t want another dream like that one!”
Blur sighed. “Fine, I’ll be over in a minute.”
“Ok.”
Blur hung up and Georgia went to dress.


“So, tell me, what’s going on?” asked Blur, her hands in the pockets of her floor length, leather coat.
Georgia strolled next to her, wearing her classic suit. “I’m not able to block everyone’s thoughts, it’s like they just echo around the room! Yesterday, I had to endure Verity and Clint’s hanky panky!”
Fury chuckled, but stopped when she saw Georgia’s face.
“And apart from that, I had a really intense dream. I never get dreams! I’ve never had a premonition in my subconscious! And if I ever had, I’ve usually forgotten it, because its in my sub-fucking-conscious!”
“Ok, ok! Don’t lose your blob! We’ll figure this out. If you want my opinion, I think you’re going insane.”
“I’m a psychiatrist! I’m not allowed to go insane! I have to help the people going insane!”
“You’re just having an off day. It’ll get back to normal!”
Georgia fell silent, as a piercing headache blurred her vision.
“Georgia?”
She was once again floating above the crowd of scared, helpless people! The darkness had receded somewhat, revealing the walls of what looked like a warehouse! She looked around, searching for a sign, anything at all to suggest where it was or what was going on! Again, the vision disappeared in a cloud of screams, whispers and a single voice, yelling two words: “Save us!”
“Twitch, you ok?”
Georgia looked around, her feet back on the ground, her mind readjusting to reality.
“Yeah, a vision. The dream again.” She mumbled, as her headache cleared.
“Good, coz we got company!”
Georgia looked up, to see Fury staring in