Then, I ponder, what would have happened if I'd not listened to Peter and not written something ... and what else could/will come of this wee perfoemance. As Anna, my wife, says, "Life turns on a dime!" It's the little things that turn into the big things; usually when there is no intention for anything else to happen. I won't get into the whole meaning of life thing, the destiny stuff, but it does make me wonder if I'm driving my life or if someone/something else is ... Ah! Stop it, Sir Philip! You said you wouldn't get into all that silly woo woo stuff! Sorry. Enough said.
And here's the next chapter of Arthur Bayly's adventure - and he never knows where anything will lead - continued from the previous blog ...
"Ugh! Door is bloody locked!" said Dominik, more to himself that the two women. "Oh, sorry about swear. Sorry."
"Swear all you bloody well like!" whispered Dottie, obviously anxious to escape the wall cavity.
"I think I make like a bull," said Dominik, chuckling. "Stand back. May be splinters." He groaned and thumped and Joan braced herself for what was to come, whatever that was. The door was obviously an obstinate one and withstood many grunts and thumps from Dominik, who had little room to swing his weight in. Suddenly their cavity was flooded with light and Dominik fell out of the cavity and into a room. Dottie and Joan followed soon after, relieved to be out of their confinement. As three dirty, cobwebbed people popped out into the room, they were momentarily blinded by the light. As their eyes grew accustomed to the light, they realised the large office was filled with people - presumably the Lord and Lady and their servants, gardeners, cooks, livery staff and so on - all tied up and looking at them expectantly.
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As Amanda looked around the corner she could see mayhem amid the lavishly decorated Victorian corridor. There was broken wood and ceramics piled about and, amongst that, two prone men. One was Arthur and her heart went out to that gentle man. She resisted the strong urge to rush to him for, amid the bodies and the wreckage, stood a rotund man dressed as a security guard. And that's what he did - stood. His back was to her and he wasn't moving except for his head which was nodding a little as if he was talking to himself. His lack of movement confused her and she waited till she knew how to approach him.
Martin bumped into her, knocking her into the passage.
"Oh, sorry," said Martin.
The man turned and then a blur passed by her as Toby, she realised, flew at the tubby guard, feet first. Amanda yelled but too late. Toby had felled the man and sat astride him with his good hand at the man's throat. There was a thump beside her and she saw Martin sprawled on the floor. There had been no shot and nothing of his seemed to be broken so she surmised he'd fainted. She dashed to help Toby, grabbing the man's limp hands and hand-cuffed him. The guard looked terrified and seemed unable to resist.
"Please Miss, I'm sorry, I'm sorry …" the guard said, babbling as Toby let his throat go. "I never done this before … I didn't mean to … I promise … I didn't mean to …"
"Ah, shut up!" commanded Toby, still sitting on the man's chest as he held his strapped-up arm with the other hand, grimacing.
"You okay Toby?" whispered Amanda.
"Don't know. It might have popped out again," said Toby in obvious pain. "But I'm alive and conscious. Let's see to these chaps first."
"Ow, these handcuffs hurt!" complained the guard as Amanda hauled him to his feet.
"Hurt? You ain't seen nothing yet, mate!" said Amanda, smiling grimly. "You check the others while I tie this whining baby up." She deftly swung the guard around and had him sitting on the floor with his hand-cuffed hands over his head, hooked over the brass door handle.
"Wow! That was neat," said Toby as he leant down to feel Arthur's pulse. "Yep, he's alive."
"And so's this one," said Amanda. "Quite a loss of blood. We need to patch him up somehow."
"I need some help here," said Toby, struggling with one arm. Between them they got Arthur into the recovery position. "His breathing's faint but regular and he's got a huge gash and bruise on the side of his head."
"Yeah, really need a medic," said Amanda quietly, continuing to look around like a fox at its quarry, scanning constantly for predators.
"Oh, of course, Dottie's a nurse. She fixed me up!" said Toby quietly. "Hell, she's gone the other way."
There was a groan up the passage and they both realised they'd forgotten Martin, who was rousing himself with obvious confusion … and perhaps embarrassment, thought Amanda.
"Aha, Martin, can you see if you can find Dottie and get her back here?" asked Toby quietly as he leapt up to help Martin stand up.
"What? Who? Ah, Dottie?" asked Martin, holding his head, looking confused.
"We need medical help and Dottie's the closest," explained Toby, steadying Martin. "And keep your voice down."
"But I need medical help. I've got a sore head … and my knee …" said Martin with a little more clarity this time.
"Yes, but you can stand and walk," said Toby. "Look at Arthur - he's lost some blood and the other chap's lost a lot more," Martin started to stagger as he looked at the prone bodies and saw the blood. "Look, let's get you round the corner, away from that sight," said Toby, helping him into the kitchen and leaning him against a bench.
"Yeah, just don't like blood and stuff," said Martin, his pallid face beginning to fill with colour. "I … I just never expected this. I didn't, you know."
"No, nor did we," said Toby. "Now, Arthur, your dad, needs medical help urgently. Can you see if you can find where the others went and get Dottie back here? And your mum too."
"Dad? He's the one on the floor isn't he! Oh hell!" said Martin, suddenly joining the dots. "Where'd they go? Through here?" he asked, indicating the open door.
"Probably. You find Dottie and we'll keep your father as comfortable as possible and make sure no others get to him … or to us," said Toby.
"Others? Oh shit, I never thought of that!" said Martin, his eyes widening. "How many others are there?"
"We don't know. Just get Dottie, will you," said Toby, waving Martin on, obviously anxious to get back to the prone men and the trussed-up guard.
"Right … yes," said Martin and, with a sudden aliveness, he went through the door into the tiny, dirty passage, now lighter for the other door being open a little. "Ugh, oh hell, it's dirty …"
"Shut up Martin!" whispered Toby urgently. "We don't know who else is here."
"Oh, yes," said Martin as he eased himself along the narrow passage, trying not to get dirt on his business suit.
"Bloody pansy," muttered Toby as he shook his head, adjusted his painful arm and quickly returned to help Amanda.
"Swear all you bloody well like!" whispered Dottie, obviously anxious to escape the wall cavity.
"I think I make like a bull," said Dominik, chuckling. "Stand back. May be splinters." He groaned and thumped and Joan braced herself for what was to come, whatever that was. The door was obviously an obstinate one and withstood many grunts and thumps from Dominik, who had little room to swing his weight in. Suddenly their cavity was flooded with light and Dominik fell out of the cavity and into a room. Dottie and Joan followed soon after, relieved to be out of their confinement. As three dirty, cobwebbed people popped out into the room, they were momentarily blinded by the light. As their eyes grew accustomed to the light, they realised the large office was filled with people - presumably the Lord and Lady and their servants, gardeners, cooks, livery staff and so on - all tied up and looking at them expectantly.
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As Amanda looked around the corner she could see mayhem amid the lavishly decorated Victorian corridor. There was broken wood and ceramics piled about and, amongst that, two prone men. One was Arthur and her heart went out to that gentle man. She resisted the strong urge to rush to him for, amid the bodies and the wreckage, stood a rotund man dressed as a security guard. And that's what he did - stood. His back was to her and he wasn't moving except for his head which was nodding a little as if he was talking to himself. His lack of movement confused her and she waited till she knew how to approach him.
Martin bumped into her, knocking her into the passage.
"Oh, sorry," said Martin.
The man turned and then a blur passed by her as Toby, she realised, flew at the tubby guard, feet first. Amanda yelled but too late. Toby had felled the man and sat astride him with his good hand at the man's throat. There was a thump beside her and she saw Martin sprawled on the floor. There had been no shot and nothing of his seemed to be broken so she surmised he'd fainted. She dashed to help Toby, grabbing the man's limp hands and hand-cuffed him. The guard looked terrified and seemed unable to resist.
"Please Miss, I'm sorry, I'm sorry …" the guard said, babbling as Toby let his throat go. "I never done this before … I didn't mean to … I promise … I didn't mean to …"
"Ah, shut up!" commanded Toby, still sitting on the man's chest as he held his strapped-up arm with the other hand, grimacing.
"You okay Toby?" whispered Amanda.
"Don't know. It might have popped out again," said Toby in obvious pain. "But I'm alive and conscious. Let's see to these chaps first."
"Ow, these handcuffs hurt!" complained the guard as Amanda hauled him to his feet.
"Hurt? You ain't seen nothing yet, mate!" said Amanda, smiling grimly. "You check the others while I tie this whining baby up." She deftly swung the guard around and had him sitting on the floor with his hand-cuffed hands over his head, hooked over the brass door handle.
"Wow! That was neat," said Toby as he leant down to feel Arthur's pulse. "Yep, he's alive."
"And so's this one," said Amanda. "Quite a loss of blood. We need to patch him up somehow."
"I need some help here," said Toby, struggling with one arm. Between them they got Arthur into the recovery position. "His breathing's faint but regular and he's got a huge gash and bruise on the side of his head."
"Yeah, really need a medic," said Amanda quietly, continuing to look around like a fox at its quarry, scanning constantly for predators.
"Oh, of course, Dottie's a nurse. She fixed me up!" said Toby quietly. "Hell, she's gone the other way."
There was a groan up the passage and they both realised they'd forgotten Martin, who was rousing himself with obvious confusion … and perhaps embarrassment, thought Amanda.
"Aha, Martin, can you see if you can find Dottie and get her back here?" asked Toby quietly as he leapt up to help Martin stand up.
"What? Who? Ah, Dottie?" asked Martin, holding his head, looking confused.
"We need medical help and Dottie's the closest," explained Toby, steadying Martin. "And keep your voice down."
"But I need medical help. I've got a sore head … and my knee …" said Martin with a little more clarity this time.
"Yes, but you can stand and walk," said Toby. "Look at Arthur - he's lost some blood and the other chap's lost a lot more," Martin started to stagger as he looked at the prone bodies and saw the blood. "Look, let's get you round the corner, away from that sight," said Toby, helping him into the kitchen and leaning him against a bench.
"Yeah, just don't like blood and stuff," said Martin, his pallid face beginning to fill with colour. "I … I just never expected this. I didn't, you know."
"No, nor did we," said Toby. "Now, Arthur, your dad, needs medical help urgently. Can you see if you can find where the others went and get Dottie back here? And your mum too."
"Dad? He's the one on the floor isn't he! Oh hell!" said Martin, suddenly joining the dots. "Where'd they go? Through here?" he asked, indicating the open door.
"Probably. You find Dottie and we'll keep your father as comfortable as possible and make sure no others get to him … or to us," said Toby.
"Others? Oh shit, I never thought of that!" said Martin, his eyes widening. "How many others are there?"
"We don't know. Just get Dottie, will you," said Toby, waving Martin on, obviously anxious to get back to the prone men and the trussed-up guard.
"Right … yes," said Martin and, with a sudden aliveness, he went through the door into the tiny, dirty passage, now lighter for the other door being open a little. "Ugh, oh hell, it's dirty …"
"Shut up Martin!" whispered Toby urgently. "We don't know who else is here."
"Oh, yes," said Martin as he eased himself along the narrow passage, trying not to get dirt on his business suit.
"Bloody pansy," muttered Toby as he shook his head, adjusted his painful arm and quickly returned to help Amanda.
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