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Windrush in FEAR AND PAIN Part 4 by Wayne Clayton
The day had begun without Windrush. The noon day sun was beginning to draw on towards evening. It's light creeping across the walls of his room. Gently urging him to wake. His eyelids flickered as slowly sleep was pushed aside. It was then he became aware of a strange unfamilar smell tangled in the sunlight dust. Something dank.
" Rise and shine there me lad" The sound of the voice instantly making Windrush recoil in his bed. His eyes now wide open as he looked into the features of his pale companion.
"Can't have you sleeping your life away, can we?"
Windrush lunged at the figure with his closed fist but hit nothing but thin air.
"Now, now me boy..I've not come here to fight. No, I thought me and you might have a nice little chat"
"I've seen your handy work, left behind a fair old mess for the Peeler's. Got them stratching their heads it has. But you and I know it won't be long before they come a rap,rap,rapping on your door"
Windrush's eyes watched as the creatures white features seem to pulse before him. Fighting the urge to be drawn in by the deathly glow of it's eyes.
" So..." The finger of the phantoms hand began to curl beckoning Windrush forward. "...why not drop the Mercy? You know and I know they don't deserve it? They never care what happens to the likes of you and me. All those liars and cheats. Steal the Shillings off their dead mother's eyes they would"
His voice quiet and oozing.
" And lets not forget all those Murders and Cut Throats. Even when the Filth catch them, they just turn around and walk straight out again without a care. Oh, for the days when they could feel Old Ketch tighten up the hemp around their necks. Crowds from all round would come and watch them swing. That was real justice."
" Eye for an eye, tooth for tooth, child for a child? "
Windrush could feel the words crawl inside him.
"What good did Mercy do for her?"
"STOP IT!!" Windrush shouted as he felt the rage build within him.
"And where was the Old Bill? Taking back handers, lining their pockets. Their as guilty as the rest"
"STOP IT!!"
" Oh yes. Somebody should stop it, Put the whole bleeding lot out of their misery. That could be you boy. Think about it. Giving them a clip round the ear is all fine and well, but slit their throats and they'd soon learn not to do it again"
Windrush was silent.
"Well I'll be toddling off now, I'll let you rest..can't be doing with you all sleepy now..you've got work to do boy"
The room suddenly grew dim as the shining white glow seemed to fade and cold fingers of the spirits hand were replaced by the touch of early evening sunlight.
He shook himself out of his stupor and turned towards the rusting alarm clock, uncertain as to whether he was still asleep or not, or whether the pain of the bullet had caused him to halucinate.
Then as his eyes tried to focus he caught the glint of the tiny photo frame which housed her photo.
Was he going insane? Or was it that the truth was finally dawning on him as what he must do to end the Fear and the Pain?
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