SATURDAY NOVEMBER 20TH 1976
DANBRAY – GLENLEVEN PARK : 10.12 PM
The Glenleven Park was like the ‘Forbidden Zone’ at night, especially in winter. All the scum roamed here – somewhere they could easily escape police pursuit through miles of unfenced parkland, some looking for a fight, some to mug, some to assault and some just to avoid being somewhere else. No one with any brains or local knowledge came here at night, it could literally be taking your life… or at least your health in your hands.

It was already after ten PM on another late November evening and the park echoed with sounds, shouts, cries and a random pattern of echoing sounds that could only make any stranger uncomfortable. Near the old drained pond five youths stood around as if waiting for something, apprehensively listening to the gang fight nearby, their breath hanging foggy on the air as they shouted screams of mindless encouragement. There was nothing special about tonight, nothing more than the end of another empty day.

It was moving towards midnight as Bob Valentine and his fiancée entered the park, most of the Danbray bars and restaurants had closed and their customers were already making their way home. He was a well-built man in his late twenties with steel grey eyes that seemed to twinkle when he became animated about anything, neatly cropped fair hair and a wide, smiling mouth. Being on a long weekend from the Borders & Lothian Fire service was a recipe for relaxation and there were no clouds on his immediate horizon. His rugged features and sturdy frame gave him the appearance of someone who was probably a valuable member of the local rugby team, but this belied his keen mind and witty conversational abilities. Bob was a man who was enthusiastic and worked hard at his job, even when it placed his own life in jeopardy – there were many people walking about today only because he had been prepared to risk his life for them. The Fire Service had rewarded such dedication and courage with commendations that supported his hard work and had allowed him to begin his ‘fast track’ rise through the ranks. Outside of work he enjoyed relaxing in casual clothes that removed his daily, uniformed formal appearance. Today he wore his flared jeans, dark, crew neck jumper, suede jacket and dark boots making him look like his fiancée's poor relation.
The young woman certainly appeared to be much more elegant and sophisticated than her partner in her chic white dress with its open ‘V’ neckline that revealed just enough cleavage to be exciting without being either unfashionable or vulgar. Her style was simple and contemporary, a dress, low white heels and an expensive black woollen coat with a large collar she liked to turn up during the chilly winter months. Janice was strikingly pretty, a flaming redhead with a modern, back-flicked hairstyle hanging to just below the base of her neck, well-chiselled features, large green eyes, a wide smiling mouth that was rather eye-catching and a very shapely body to match. She could hardly wait for next May to marry Bob and still wondered how she got so lucky to find a man like him after some of the horrors she had spent time with in her earlier years. Her little, triangular blue stoned engagement ring still felt new to her finger. Coincidentally, Bob felt the same way about her because, even after being together for over two years, every time he looked at Janice he wondered how he had managed to land such a woman. They made a good couple - everyone who knew them agreed.

Within ten minutes of entering the Park they were lost, simply because they had turned right instead of left on a path some way back and were now unsure of where they had parked the car earlier that afternoon when they had decided to interrupt their day trip up the A82 to have a look round Danbray… just because they thought the name sounded nice. An afternoon of aimless wandering by the river, spending some valuable time together led to the evening in the various bars which ran by the riverside followed up by a long meal at The Silver Palace Indian Restaurant. It had been a pleasantly relaxing day but now they both felt a little alarmed as they tried to relocate the car park. Sticking to the sparsely illuminated paths and avoiding those which had been vandalised to blackness, they had seen enough questionable individuals or little groups of youths to know they needed to leave here as soon as possible… for this was no longer the sleepy town they had arrived in. Bob was actually more than a little alarmed but tried not to worry Janice, chatting inanely about their friends, the next round of exams on the road to further promotion, the impending deadline for her PhD submission and what they would be doing at Christmas – anything to distract her from the fact that they appeared to be quite lost in a large, unfathomable, quasi-suburban wilderness.

“Bob, I don’t like this, I can’t see the town lights any more! Weren’t they on the left a minute ago?” Janice asked with a tinge of alarm now quite apparent in her voice.
“Yeah, maybe… I think so.” he replied as the sound of chanting and shouting became louder.
“Let’s see if we can get back to the town and get a taxi to the car park – they’re bound to know where it is. I wish we’d moved the car before we went for dinner.”
“Yeah, too late now, Jan! Hang on a second, I remember that big fountain and empty pond from earlier today, if we go past that we might be on the right path again.” he replied comforting her and slipping his arm round her narrow shoulders.
Janice said nothing but pressed herself to him.
As they walked down the barely illuminated path they suddenly saw the five disparate silhouettes shouting and dancing like displaced Zulus, one of them tossing a bottle into the empty pond with a resounding smash that hung and spread through the night air in splintering echoes.
Bob pulled her off the path to the left, away from the potential trouble.
“I think you’re right, this park is a bloody maze… we might be better to just try and get back to the town again. This place is insane!”
The pair reluctantly trudged over the long grass, trying to circumnavigate the small crowd by the pool.
“Jesus, Bob, this all seemed quite nice this afternoon… I wish we’d just went on to Drymen instead! I’ll never complain about Earlston again when we get back.”
“Well, it’s all part of a day-trip adventure, Jan… come on, we’ll soon be home and I’ll massage your tired little legs until you fall asleep. Unless you get too carried away at my silky touch!” he chuckled with a little bravado.
"I’ll hold you to that.” she replied, cuddling into him again.
The pair moved slowly and quietly, trying to ignore the growing chill and underlying sense of alarm they felt.
Neither of them saw the two youths until they were right in front of them, the pair dressed in denim jackets and boots, ugly bright trousers with almost fluorescent piping highlighting every seam – apart from their faces and hair they were almost totally interchangeable. Both Bob and Janice jumped a little as they came face to face with them.
“Awww, that’s nice in’t’it, Chaz? A wee romantic in the park?” said the one with long dark hair.
“Aye!” the bigger one replied.
Bob was used to situations a lot worse than this and calmed down pretty quickly.
“Didn’t see you there, guys… Where’s the car park again?” he asked.
“You sound like a foreigner, pal. You’re no’ from here are ye?”
“No, I’m from the car park and it’s just over…?”
The bigger youth walked a little closer, inspecting Janice who tried to smile at the horrible urchin. The smell of cheap wine and bad breath hung in the air with every syllable he uttered.
“Ho, she’s a bit fine, eh? I’d love to have a rich burd like you!”
Bob pulled the girl a little closer so he could push her out of harm’s way if he had to take these little bastards on.
“Right, guys, I’m sure you’ll find someone just perfect for you someday. Anyway, we’ll leave you to it!”
“Ho’d on, pal!” the first youth said, flicking his long dark hair back with a turn of his head.
Bob tightened his fists and walked in front of Janice, worried there could be more of them anywhere.
“What?” he replied coldly.
“You wanted the car park? We can take you there if you want.”
“Thanks, guys, we’re having a bit of time alone…y’know? Just point us in the direction and we’ll be fine!”
There was a pause that lasted just a little too long to be comfortable before the sharp faced boy replied. “Okay, down this hill – at the bottom there’s a big path, go…is it left or right?”
“Left.” the other said, never taking his eyes off Janice who had now wrapped the coat as tightly around her as she could. The girl was scared, the pair were young but she knew that was the most dangerous type when it came to violent crime.
“Right… left it is. About half a mile.”
Bob looked at them both, uncertain within his own mind. “Thanks, see you!”
“Aye,” the second one said looking at Janice. “I’ll see you in my dreams!”
Bob and Janice walked away slowly, voices just audible to each other and no more.
“Jesus Christ, Bob, I’ve never been so scared… I just want to get home, please!”
“Don’t worry, they’re just a pair of yobs… come on, Jan… Look, there’s the path!”
“Thank God, did you see the way that little shit was looking at me? And his teeth? I feel so dirty, really! I thought I was going to be sick.”
Bob Valentine pulled her closer to him, providing heat and comfort, making sure he didn’t let her know he was still alarmed. He saw little bastards like that day in and day out at the scenes of fires, heard their abuse and knew their type… they didn’t tend to help people. They walked quickly and at the back of his mind he found himself dwelling on the fact that the pair were a little too helpful.
In the distance they could hear a lot of voices, moving quickly but there were too many echoes to know from where exactly. He wasn’t sure… should they follow the path or not? Janice gripped his arm tightly as Bob’s heart sank seeing a group of youths with bottles, clubs, bars and even chains come running across the grass towards them. The couple started to run back up the path into the dark but in moments the savages were all round them. Janice was almost hysterical by the time they were totally surrounded.
Bob spoke as calmly as he could, “We’re not looking for any trouble. guys!”
The voices came from all sides and in no order.
“You’re no’ gonna give us any trouble!”
“I know what I want to give her!”
“Told you they looked as if they had dosh and she was a fucking ride, didn’t ah!”
“Show us your tits, bitch!”
“Fuck that – get your skirt up, see if the collar and cuffs match”
“That colour’s out a bottle, d’you think she does her fanny that colour?”
“Ah’m gonna fuck you up the shitter, hen!”
“That’ll be goupin’ man!”
Janice held onto Bob tightly, her words were incomprehensible but the terror within her was all too apparent.
“Listen, hang on – you can have the money, just let us go!” Bob said as he looked round the almost deranged, leering faces that were only half discernible in this darkness. There were about half a dozen of them or so and he knew that was a ‘no win’ situation - even if he had been alone, much less with his fiancée. He didn’t know where it came from but the punch was hard enough to cut his lip and make Janice squeal.
“We’re takin the cash anyway, ya dumb cunt!”
“Chop his fuckin’ cock and make her eat it.”
“Fuck that – eat this tool, ya slag!”
“Dae a Headboys on them, like the wee schoolie… Mind? Five of the Mighty Boyos into every fucking hole she hud, split her snatch wide open!”
“Posh teenie cunt, spunko’d then dumpo’d down the quarry.”
“Bet this yin’s cunt’s been well stretched, eh, spunk bucket?”
“Get fuckin’ on wi’ it!”
Bob knew there was no choice, he could see it in their faces, this bunch of scum were drunk and clearly wasted on something so there was no reasoning with them – they were in serious trouble. He grasped Janice and got ready to run, if he hammered the first couple they might just get away or get to some help, surely there had to be police or something in this wasteland. His heart almost stopped when he saw the first youth, the dirty long hair they met earlier, suddenly move forward, an open razor glinting.
Bob jumped forward and kicked the youth between the legs so hard he rose from the ground, diving for the razor but it was already too late. Janice’s scream distracted him and he just missed the weapon as he instinctively turned to help her.
Three of them were already taking hold of her and ripping the heavy black woollen coat off. Bob screamed her name as the iron bar smashed into his face, instantly breaking the lower jaw and sending broken teeth into the night air like sparkling raindrops. The other youths were already around him, kicking and punching into him…laughing and shouting, taunting what they were going to do.
Bob valiantly fought to get up, seeing the other bunch punching and pushing Janice from one to the other, taking turns to punch her in the face and kick her on to the next one. Her scream was an unending squeal only interrupted by harder punches to shut her up. There was nothing he could do, they were all round him, kicking and hammering him with clubs and bars. Every time he tried to crawl to Janice they’d laugh and move in front of him, kicking his face and ribs and then drag him back to continue their attack. Again and again he tried until they finally stood on his legs while the other scum kicked every part of him, their laughter filling his ears as loudly as Janice’s anguished screams.
He could see them ripping her dress off until she was only in her bra and pants trying to run, but each time one of them would get in front of her and force her to run another way and then another would get in front of her and she would try to go yet another way – all the time with their laughing and sneering.
The sight of her being attacked was worse than the beating he was under, his mind could only shout mutely in the cacophony of noise around him.
Bob’s body already betrayed evidence of broken bones when one of them shouted something and he felt the heavy weight of a body kneel on his back and another stand on his legs again whilst ahead of him Janice was being kicked to the ground and crawling on all fours like a dog as they booted her in his direction. One of them ripped her bra off and she fell on her face trying to hold it on until they kicked again and she crawled closer with her breasts swinging as her wranglers laughed and grabbed at them. Their words were nothing more than a mass of insane rants and disgusting, depraved threats of what was to come. Bob couldn’t even speak or shout properly with his broken face and hanging jaw, he was still struggling but the weight of the two bodies on him was impossible to shift. Janice’s face looked up, screaming and one of them grabbed her by the hair and dragged her towards the broken man.
She was wailing pitifully, begging, pleading but the attackers just laughed as they watched her struggle to her knees and then redoubled her screams as she saw two of them to her right unzipping their ugly, bright trousers and pulled themselves out, waving their excited penile flesh towards her. The creature that was once Janice didn’t even know she was pissing herself until their laughter became hysterical, hot steam rising in the cold air and the urine spraying all over herself. The fireman closed his eyes.
There was a savage tug and Bob’s head was pulled back by the hair as he made grunts like an animal and writhed helplessly while one of the bastards kicked Janice between the legs launching her so far forward her head struck her fiancée’s, making the attackers laugh all the more. The pony-tailed thing walked behind her as her bladder reached empty and ripped her bloody, mud spattered, urine saturated pants from her with such savagery she rose from the ground and began squealing at a volume greater than ever. The one holding the pants grabbed her hair and pulled her head up to look at her partner. In the half light Bob could see her beautiful face was now cut and running with blood but the worst thing he saw was the hideous mask of fear it had become. Apart from her screams there was now silence from the others. They were waiting.
Janice kept screaming and crying, the sound only diminished when their leader reached round and jammed the urine soaked, blood stained, white pants into her mouth – forcing them deeply into her like a gag, laughing at her with a frightening, underlying sense of menace. A snap of the fingers and the woman’s legs were pulled apart, locked into position by the ones on either side of her stepping on her ankles. She tried to rise, her naked torso and muddied body beginning to ascend as the one with the pony tail kicked her between the shoulder blades with the heel of his boot sending her face into the ground with a resounding thud and crack as her nose shattered. Then he got between her legs and, even in the dim light, Bob could see his teeth shining as an evil smile spread ever wider while he unbuttoned his fly and pulled his vein ridden, bloated erection out. Bob went frantic, limbs pulsing in their restriction as he watched the bastard get on top of her.
“Now she’s gonna get a good fuck!” he laughed in a low tone, “Keep that wanker’s head up so he can see his burd getting a decent fuckin’ ride. Watch yer dirty cunt, lap it up, pal… I’m gonna split her minge like a bag a rotten tomatoes!”
“He’s the man!”
“Fuckin pump her, buddy!”
“Look at the dirty cow, bet she’s hud more pricks in her than a second hand dartboard!”
“Hey, pal, bet you don’t want to kiss that fucking face wi’ her sucking her pissy pants!”
The pony tail laughed and positioned himself, grabbing her hair and pulling the head back so they were forced to look into one another. Janice’s nose was a splattered mess and bone had pierced right through her skin making her look unrecognisable.
Bob’s lolling jaw and smashed teeth were a bloody mess that his twisted nose exaggerated and his right eye distorted even more as it was bulging out from the shattered socket. The couple faced each other and their tears become floods as they looked into the distorted bloody masks each of them had already been brutalised into.
“You right, bitch? Ready for a proper Hill cock?” Pony tail sneered as he paused.
Janice’s mind wanted to shut down and her limbs twitched as she tried to grab something but it was no use, she was pinned down and her head held back. The sound of the rapist’s laughter preceded the hideously savage thrust as he hammered his organ into her unprepared vagina, ripping and lubricating it with her own blood.
He pulled himself out of her and did the same thing three more times before he began to shunt in and out like a piston, enjoying her screams and the look on Bob’s face.
“Thunderbirds… are go!” he laughed, hammering harder, deliberately trying to coax as much pain as he could from the grotesque act.
“Squeal like a piggy, squeal cunt! Let’s hear it! What? Don’t – talk – with – your - mouth - full. Come on, grunt, you stinkin fuckin’ foreigner. Come on, let your man hear you grunt like the fuckin’ pig slut you are.”
The other scum made mindless noises of encouragement as their leader’s organ messed up Janice’s insides, tearing delicate flesh and violating her in a filthy act of violence. As the rapist was about to climax, Bob’s eyes were long closed praying for a miracle and wishing he was deaf so that he couldn’t hear his girlfriend’s pitiful, muted screams and grunts. When the bastard was finished, her gagged screams reduced in suppressed volume and she hoped they were done, hoped she could live, that Bob could live so they could come back and kill these, dirty, filthy pieces of human shit, wipe them from the face of the earth – but her silent prayers were not to be answered.
“Who’s next? Might be better doing her up the shitter till my load clears, bet her man’d like to watch that, eh?”
“I’m fuckin’ in fer that” another laughed as he crouched down behind her and spat repeatedly between her buttocks and pushed his bloated organ into her locked anus.
Bob watched her eyes stretch so big and her jaw stretch so far he thought the gag would finally eject, but there was too much material and it was in too far, merely allowing her screams of agony to be a little clearer to them all as they began to applaud the sodomite. In the distance one of them was going through her coat looking for a purse, money or other valuables while someone rifled Bob’s pockets, ripping away at the garment with a razor that slashed into his skin, right down to the bone. But even that agony was less than the pain of watching her ordeal as the grinning face forced himself into her back passage with an angry savagery. Suddenly, whilst the foul act of buggery was still taking place, the pony tail knelt down at the couple’s heads and looked at their anguished tortured faces.
“She doesn’t look too happy, does she, needs some fuckin’ cheerin up to get in the swing of it, eh?” he sneered and waved the razor between them.
Janice’s head moved violently away leaving the sodomite clutching a handful of hair and some bloodied scalp. There was no escape as her head was held tightly again. Bob watched the razor cut her flesh open from the corner of her mouth to far up her cheek as a slew of blood splattered everywhere. Her head tossed and thrashed and screams surged from her throat in a hideous manner that Bob had never heard before, not even from those who were burning alive.
“Yo, man, give her some more of that, she’s startin to ride better wi’ it!” laughed the animal with the clutch of hair still in his hand.
The slasher walked round behind her with a little jig in his step and waving the blood sopping razor in the air before settling at the other side and crouching down, gripping her hair in his fist and holding the razor at the other side of her mouth. Janice froze and the buggerer pushed himself as deeply into her as he could making her entire body quake and feebly try to grab at her assailant. The animal with the razor watched Bob’s tear sodden face as he once again ripped Janice open in a sickening slash that mocked a huge, sardonic smile. As the couple’s agony grew, the razor wielder just laughed as if growing bored, then stood up.
“Right, that’s her face fixed - all happy! I don’t think we can cheer him up but let’s give it a wee go!”
The captor on his back began to laugh and gripped Bob’s head with two hands as the pony tail began to sing ‘The Hokey Cokey’ along with his actions and another joined from the other side as Janice’s face oozed blood in splattering torrents.
“We put the right boot in…” he laughed as he kicked Bob’s face like a football, sending his blood all over Janice as the one on the other side joined in.
“We put the right boot out.!” it sang as it smashed the face again and shattered what was left of the man’s jaw.
“We put the right boot in…” Pony tail sang gleefully as he broke the cheekbone with an ugly crack and once more sent blood everywhere. Janice’s head and eyes rolled as her face bled in a huge, unending torrent so distressing she hardly noticed another one was swapping places with the sodomite and quickly capitalising on the ripped and stretched flesh to insert himself into her with gleeful thrusts, punctuated by heavy punches to her kidneys.
“And we kick it all about!”
The two attackers just kept kicking the man’s face or what was once a face - for now it looked like nothing more than a bloody mass of meat like something found on a butcher’s counter. Janice struggled and shouted from deep inside and one of them kicked her in the face, smashing the broken nose so badly that the only air she breathed initially was through the large hole where bone and cartilage had spiked out. Her head collapsed forward and was once more dragged back, providing a brief moment of flickering consciousness in her to see Bob’s collapsed right eye hanging down his cheek like a piece of rotten fruit as the pony tail knelt between them again, grinning. The thing moved slowly, savouring his sense of power, enjoying the hideous fear he sadistically masterminded, fingers slowly moving forward to the optic tissue, grasping it firmly and pulling it away from the face in a hideous tug that severed its connection and sent blood and other fluids all over her. The torturer swayed his hand in front of her face for long moments of depraved gratification before sticking the remains of the eyeball against her opened face and laughing hysterically, uncontrollably.
“Look, cunt, look at it, you dirty fuckin’ bag of jissom, he’s keepin’ an eye on you! I said, he’s keeping an eye on you! Laugh, piss pants, fuckin’ laugh or I’ll cut his dick off and jam it down yer piss gobblin mouth!”
Janice felt the sickness rise and fall in her throat, choking and blocking her breathing until some of it spewed out her nose as she frantically reswallowed her own vomit.
“Ho’ any chance o’ a shot of the cunt, before there’s fuck all left to get into? Hey, doll, any chance of a wee blowjob, maybe a bit a Linda Lovelace?”
“Ho, watch out, her man might be a private eye! Get it? Private – Eye!”
They all laughed as another one mounted her, ravaging the bloodied, torn, flesh that used to be a vagina.
Bob was no longer moving, just an unrecognisable, broken, bloody, tortured, tenderised piece of collapsed meat.

The last thing he remembered was her hideous squeals, the unending scream of his beautiful fiancée as he had watched the brief flashes of their attack as his own had continued, accelerated and rendered him useless. Eternal moments of slow motion, the sounds of the blows and the mindless evil laughter – there was no escaping any of this. The fireman tried to move but nothing happened. Janice’s pants lay before him a couple of feet away but now the savages and she herself were twenty, maybe thirty feet away. Anger, horror, pain – a mass of emotions too complex to process flooded his broken body. He didn’t even consciously realise he could only see from one eye because of all the blood and no-one was around him any more, they were still on Janice jamming themselves into her – he tried to move, tried to shout, tried to feel anything - even the pain…but it was hopeless. With one blood sodden eye he watched Janice, no longer screaming or moving, just limply hanging and falling about anywhere they manipulated her. She was bleeding from everywhere, her beautiful pale skin a blood streaked map of wounds and broken bones. Used and insensate she lolled beneath them as they fucked and forced acts on her two and three at a time until eventually they lost interest in the unresponsive, inanimate redheaded rag doll… and turned to torture.
The incomprehensible level of horror burned the blood in his veins as he impotently watched, his body rejecting his demands to rise and kill these animals. Janice lay bleeding, crouched like a mutant foetus as the shapes stood around her, mocking and laughing at the results of their work. Bob could see them putting their fingers into her, fists, punching into her insides and making the semi-catatonic Janice move from no more than autonomic nervous reaction. The faceless animals jeered and kicked at her, bent to grasp her flesh and, dragging her by the hair back onto her knees, restraining her as they took turns cutting into her with their razors, not deep enough to kill but enough to mutilate badly.
Blood was still pouring from Bob’s face, blinding him, but it looked like the pony tail leader who grasped at her flesh, pulling at her breast and yanking it way out of its natural shape and cutting into the delicate tissue to remove the nipple with exaggerated effort until she screamed again and began to twist about vainly trying to escape. They shouted with glee as he threw her flesh away and began to punch her face, each of them taking turns of hitting her until they let the woman’s body fall to the ground. Bob could hear them demanding she get up, taunting, sneering, spitting, kicking at her until finally he saw one unzip himself and begin to piss on her bloody and broken body… and then another joined in. The disgusting steam from their waste fluid drifted into the night air as it clung and splattered off the defenceless woman. There was the sound of a hideous moan in the air, like that of an animal after being hit by a bus when it’s not been finished off, not yet killed properly but wants to be – it was Janice!
Now all of them were standing back to watch or piss on her as she began to crawl on all fours like a crippled insect and whine like a battered child, they passed a bottle between themselves, drinking and spitting it out at her. Bob tried to move, something shifted and his body dragged forward an inch or so but then he saw one of them take the bottle and walk behind her as the others staggered about laughing. The youth bent down, bottle in hand, she tried to move, crawling slowly, a broken bloody mess of damaged tissue and fractured mind. Bob tried to scream but it came out in her voice as he saw the youth leap into the air and all the others clap but now there was no bottle, he must have jammed it into her and now they raved with laughter as she crawled away on all fours at a pathetic pace. He watched her broken limbs fail to support her and she fell down, struggled up a little and crawled forward again, dragging herself at little more at an agonisingly pathetic pace.
An ugly denimed youth laughed and shouted for them all to watch as he walked back from her rear for a pace or two and then ran forward and kicked between her buttocks with a violently unimaginable force, ramming the bottle deeply inside her where it shattered, ripping her innards in an explosion of carnage that finally induced her screams again. The sound of Janice’s voice filled the air… a hideously pitiful scream that never ended, even as they began to kick at her to drive her away from them. Even from here it could be seen that there were bits of flesh hanging from her frame. Janice’s face was a broken mass of blood and hanging flaps of skin as she crawled towards him. And still the couple heard the unending taunts, laughter and incitement that the scum indulged in, devoid of any sense of censure or compassion.
Echoing in the night air, somewhere, there were the sounds of sirens… but too far away and far too late! The animals began to run off in different directions, still laughing and shouting. Somehow Bob found the strength to crawl forward to them, only thinking of helping her, crawling inch by inch, dragging the battered and broken body on by sheer willpower and nothing else. He saw the one coming his way, running straight to him. The horror of realisation was very brief as he saw the feet become larger and larger as they approached, the sound of heavy footsteps increasing and the vibrations carrying through the very earth beneath him until it jumped into the air and landed squarely on his back with a mighty crash and a thunderous internal crack. The piece of scum bounced on as if Bob were a human trampoline. The Fireman couldn’t feel anything anymore, even though his body still moved spasmodically in reaction to the force of the assault… if he was unlucky enough to live he’d probably never walk or move on his own again. Bob felt his heart stopping, everything going black, fading from the edges in… the last thing that crossed his mind was the word ‘Janice’.
Eventually it all went black.