he is still to kill....

chapter 1 London 2004

London is a very busy place. very busy.so if one was to drop a bomb on someone or near them one would carry on to walk because there are so many people around who will help. This is why London has so many murders and terrorist attacks. shelly whittle was a girl of 6 who lived with her parents up until Christmas 2004 . they were all going shopping for Christmas presents and did not expect to die on the trip. shelly was moaning for a toy. as it happens this toy was a toy dog. but as she moaned on and on about it she did not notice a man lurking behind her and all of a sudden there was a BANG and smoke filled the air her head throbbing and he knees where giving away. shelly screamed but her screams soon stopped when she looked beside her both sides. on one side her parents lay not breathing and on the other side three girls stood looking worried one was calling the ambulance and the other two were looking at their parents who much like Shelly's were breathless.at the sight of blood and stench of smoke and her throbbing head he knees gave away beneath her.

shelly woke up and saw white everything. a she tried to move. she could not move her leg. she tried again. This time she fell off the bed. the commotion had brought a nurse to peek around the coner and when she saw shelly lying on the floor and not being able to get up she tutted. "what are you doing on the floor missus?- now now don't cry don't cry hunny don't cry its ok." shelly was put on the bed. she saw blood on the bed. and then she fainted again.

" shelly... shelly...wake up darling" shelly heard a familiar voice. she opend her eyes a creek. then she saw who it was and opend her eyes wide. " Aunty- oh aunty I don't like I want home aunty I want home aunty" her aunty smiled." shelly sweetums you cant go home. Instead you come live with me and uncle baron...?