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Sir John Stevens mopped around, feeling empty and lost. And also very warm, this was hell after all. He felt betrayed, he was sure that Satan owed him at least one favour, and yet the Prince of Darkness refused to see him. He was always at some 'meeting'. Eventually, Sir John gave up trying, found a little place by a roaring furnace and settled down to sleep for a million years.
When he awoke, he felt much better. He decided he would go and see Satan again, he would demand to be sent to back to earth, to be given the chance that he fully believed he had earned. He would live again, he would kill people again. It was, after all, his only real pleasure. That and the wánking.
As he made his way to Satan's Palace, he came across a room that he had never seen before. Which wasnt overly surprising as he had slept for most of his time here. The room was small, and strangely for hell, was white. In the back of his mind, he could vaguely remember being in a room like this. In the room was a small desk, with a computer. Sir John's confusion grew, and his curiosity got the better of him as he sat down and switched the computer on.
Nothing happened.
Of course, this was hell. The computer probably didnt work. Then Sir John noticed that it wasnt plugged in. He rose from his chair, bent down and plugged the computer in......
11-30-2004, 03:27 AM
Open Up, It's The Police!! - Sir John Stevens Returns. Post #3
Raptor paced up and down in his bedroom, agitation coursing through his veins.
I am Mark Frost, I am Mark Frost He repeated over and over and over, before finally clenching his first and waving it at no-one in particular, shouting for a final time I AM MARK FROST!!
He was Mark Frost. Deep in his heart he knew that the photograph on the desk beside his bed really was Katie and the kids. His kids. Kids he had raised, had nurtured. Where were they now? Oh, Katie had taken them to Ireland for some reason that slipped his mind. To buy ice-cream? He paused to consider that thought. The he realised it was Iceland you bought Ice-cream, and wondered why people would travel so far.
Anyway, Katie would be home soon, and they would make love and everything would be alright. Everything would be fine again, and he could stop pretending to be Raptor on a silly message board that didn't really exist, that was just a figment of his imagination. As if people like that could really exist?
Mark de Vries aka Raptor aka Mark Frost looked up at no-one in particular and shouted again, I am MARK FROST, do not type that I am Raptor or Mark de Vries. I am not Dutch, I am Irish!
Not only was Raptor Irish, he was also increasingly insane. The room he was in wasn't of course his bedroom. The walls were padded, and Raptor was dressed in a white overall. But about one thing he was correct, even though his whole reality was dillusional. The message board he pretended to be a moderator at didnt exist, even if Katie really did. After all, even reality has some laws.
Suddenly, and without warning the wall opened, and two burly orderlies entered the room. Raptor shrank back, expecting the usual abuse, the usual torture that these people, these devils would inflict. But behind them there was..... there was..... someone.... someone else. As his mind whirled Raptor had an inclination that he knew this person, this vision. And as they walked towards him, face breaking into a huge smile, he suddenly remembered...... and fell to the floor in terror.....
11-30-2004, 12:45 PM
Open Up, It's The Police!! - Sir John Stevens Returns. Post #7
David jumped as he heard a scream from the bedroom, making his new Gillette razor slip and cut him on the chin. He felt the tears spring to his eyes, but then he remembered his royalties and the pain subsided. Gillette, the best a man could get, he thought mildly to himself, for no good reason. Forgetting the scream that had sounded like someone being murdered, he went back to his shaving, delicately run the blade over his skin time and again, and practising his lines for the advert. Which was easy enough, because he didnt have any.
Suddenly the bathroom door flew open, and flushed looking Victoria rushed in. David guessed she had been using the complimentary Gillette vibrator again.
David! She screamed, Didnt you hear me scream? Something really bad has happened. Something really bad David. I dont know how to tell you this......
She sat on the toilet seat, sobbing. Oh David what are we going to do?
David gently placed his razor down, wiped the foam from his face, patted on some smoothing Gillette aftershave, then turned to face his sobbing wife.
Does my hair look ok? He asked concernedly.
Victoria looked up, tears falling down her cheeks. Yes David, you hair is fine darling.
Thank **** for that he sighed, I thought for a moment that was the problem, I though I might have had.... a hair out of place.
No David, its worse than that!
David looked confused. What could be worse than his hair not looking right?
Its my voice... David, I can't... I can't.....OH my god David, I can't SING anymore!
The confusion on her husband's face didnt evaporate. He tried hard not to show what everyone else was thinking.
Thats, erm, terrible dear.
I know. I think someone's cast a spell on me. I think it might have been Kylie. Yes, I'm sure it was. Victoria suddenly stopped and looked at her husband with gaping eyes. David, she might..... have put a spell on you too. You might not be able..... to play!
David laughed, but Victoria insisted they go outside and kick a ball about, just to make sure. After three swings at the ball, David finally managed to make contact, and sent it flying high off to his right and smashing into the greenhouse.
Just as I thought He declared, Nothing wrong at all!
It suddenly dawned on him that the garden was rather quieter than usual.
Victoria He askes slowly, trying to make sure that what he was saying made sense. Didnt we used to have kids?
Thats the other thing. They've been kidnapped.....
12-01-2004, 12:05 AM
Open Up, It's The Police!! - Sir John Stevens Returns. Post #10
Just a quick note, Im gonna be adding some FMSers into the DB, actually I already have done using the details from the FMS site profiles. Obviously though, there are a lot of new people since that has last been updated. Now you have to realise this isnt an 'normal' FMS team story, (if you dont know what I mean, you might not want to know ) but if you want me to add you into the db, email me at the addy in my profile, stating DOB, nationality and fav/least fav teams. I expect to finish the DB by Thursday so you'd need to be quick. Of course not being in the DB doesnt mean you wont be tortured or killed. Erm I mean, in the story in some way
Open Up, It's The Police!! - Sir John Stevens Returns. 
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