“What in the name of Jesus fucking Christ are you doing here Digweed,” cried Brother Mark?
Cecil just stared in utter disbelief; he couldn’t take many more surprises and as a result felt his chest tighten.
Four of the Matakarians stepped forward and formed a protective shield around Cecil, that immediately provoked an instant reaction from Brother Wilberforce, Reginald and of course Carruthers and Brad Kent and all five were now pointing various assorted weapons in the direction of Cecil and his five Matakarian protectors.
It was then Rifu took charge, “I take it you are trying to stop the boy from reaching the top gentlemen and performing whatever unspeakable act it is he is trying to do?”
This threw everyone off guard for a second but the bizarre spectacle of a bunch of cowled monks all squaring up to each other and half of them brandishing weapons, well it was a wonder the whole of the East Berlin Police force hadn’t turned up.
Rifu carried on in a soothing voice, trying his best to convince Carruthers, who Rifu perceived to be the leader of these men that they were all on the same side and that if they didn’t get to the top and quickly, it wouldn’t matter a jot what happened after anyway.
Eventually and putting away their weapons, Carruthers, Kent, along with Brother’s Mark, Wilberforce and Reginald formed a brand new alliance with the Matakarians and grudgingly Cecil.
Brother Mark though kept a wary eye on Cecil, at the end of the day, Cecil Digweed was STILL that boys father and how in the bleeding hell had he managed to get from out of that police station and to this place in such a short space of time?
Indeed that same thought had crossed Charles Carruthers mind and would be giving the local plod in Jersey a strict talking to after all this bother had finished, if only though Charles Cuthbert Carruthers had known what was about to happen?
As soon as all eleven of this newly formed alliance entered the main elevator, a little boy with ash blond hair and piercing blue eyes appeared from around the corner.
Smiling and standing there with both hands planted in shorts pockets he watched the lift ascend to the top of the tower.. After mentally counting numbers in his head, little Johnny’s fire blue eyes flashed into life and he began to sing.
Inside the Fernsehturm elevator there came a strange grinding sound, various lights flashed on and off and then suddenly the lift ground to a halt.
“WHAT NOW,” shouted a concerned Brother Reginald, there were a few murmurs from the others as well as looks of extreme consternation, then suddenly and without warning the elevator, with a sickening motion began to plummet to the ground below.
A myriad of bodies were flung onto the floor of the elevator as it hurtled to the ground below and it would only be seconds until the lift crashed to the bottom in a bone shattering metal rending nightmare killing everyone inside!!
JOHHNY DIGWEED
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