Chapter I
A cold damp breeze swept through the alleys of London as Leister stepped out of his office. Above only a few stars could be seen in the cloudy sky. Leister fumbled in his pocket for his keys as he approached his car. He got in and turned the keys, the engine refused to start. Again and again he tried but the engine stayed dead. He cursed under his breath. The car had needed a tune-up but he had forgotten. Now he was late and would have to take a cab. It had been raining all day and the streets were empty. No cabs were in sight. Leister glanced at his watch anxiously and once more scanned the deserted streets. Oh, what the heck. He would walk. It wasn’t that far off. The wind picked up as he began trudging through the wet streets. Overhead the clouds closed in once more, it was raining again. Leister cursed his luck as the drops sliced through his thin coat. He decided he would take a shortcut through the back alley. But once in he found that the power had gone and the street lights weren’t working properly. He was about to turn back when he sensed that something was wrong. A shadow seemed to have flitted across the narrow alley. He looked around warily and froze. From the darkness behind a dustbin two eyes were staring directly at him. Unconsciously he began to back away, and his foot struck a can. The metallic noise echoed through the alley. The owner of the eyes gave a sharp meow and was off with a bound. Leister wiped his brow. Just an alley-cat. The weather was getting to him. He turned and was to start walking when he felt a huge weight fall on his back. He felt a sharp pain at his neck and then all was darkness. Across the city in his small apartment Henry Daimler sat up with a jerk.
A cold damp breeze swept through the alleys of London as Leister stepped out of his office. Above only a few stars could be seen in the cloudy sky. Leister fumbled in his pocket for his keys as he approached his car. He got in and turned the keys, the engine refused to start. Again and again he tried but the engine stayed dead. He cursed under his breath. The car had needed a tune-up but he had forgotten. Now he was late and would have to take a cab. It had been raining all day and the streets were empty. No cabs were in sight. Leister glanced at his watch anxiously and once more scanned the deserted streets. Oh, what the heck. He would walk. It wasn’t that far off. The wind picked up as he began trudging through the wet streets. Overhead the clouds closed in once more, it was raining again. Leister cursed his luck as the drops sliced through his thin coat. He decided he would take a shortcut through the back alley. But once in he found that the power had gone and the street lights weren’t working properly. He was about to turn back when he sensed that something was wrong. A shadow seemed to have flitted across the narrow alley. He looked around warily and froze. From the darkness behind a dustbin two eyes were staring directly at him. Unconsciously he began to back away, and his foot struck a can. The metallic noise echoed through the alley. The owner of the eyes gave a sharp meow and was off with a bound. Leister wiped his brow. Just an alley-cat. The weather was getting to him. He turned and was to start walking when he felt a huge weight fall on his back. He felt a sharp pain at his neck and then all was darkness. Across the city in his small apartment Henry Daimler sat up with a jerk.
3 comments:
This Leister guy is really unlucky! Hope he is not so unlucky that you dont give him further attention (i.e. you stop writing this story!!)!! Then , we will also become very unlucky as this is a good start to a potentially good story! Carry on! And I sense a bit of Dan Brown in you! (Now, thats a really great compliment & the best you could get at this stage of your writing career, from me!!)!!
yeah i really like this. Good man keep it up! and also i would like to see the end of this: so, keep writing. Eto din por-por post korish na, cuz ami everytime last posts porte parbo na :P
@witty wizard: Achha why do you use so many exclamation marks? And the irritating part is you use many of them at the same time.Are you obsessed with it or what? Uff stop it!
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