Slightly To The Left - Part Three...

Fandom - Hot Fuzz
Warnings - Some Violence


Danny held to sterring wheel in a white knuckle grip as he eased his car out of the castle gates. Inwardly he grimaced each time the vehicle dipped and bucked over the uneven terrain, but he summoned the strength to nod to each member of the NWA as he passed.

Grim deeds accomplished, the Alliance were returning to their homes and posts throughout Sandford. Within minutes there wouldn't be a single square foot of village that wasn't under surveillance once again.

Hot tears pricked at the corners of his eyes as Danny turned out onto the main road. It was almost 9 miles to the edge of Sandford; 9 miles to escape from prying eyes. Images of the carboot slamming and the blossoming stain on Nicholas' shirt flashed into Danny's mind and he stifled a sob.

9 miles too far.


TBC...

Slightly To The Left - Part Two...

Fandom: Hot Fuzz
Warnings: Some Violence


A faint murmuring swirled in the night air, but Nicholas couldn’t make out individual voices. As he lay on his side, his face pressed painfully into the gravel, Nicholas could think of nothing but Danny – his faithful Danny – and he almost sobbed with relief as familiar hands gathered him up.

Danny’s arms were trembling as his staggered over to his car, carrying the dead weight of his best friend.

Dead weight.

Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes as Danny placed Nicholas into the carboot as carefully as he dared. Nicholas hadn’t so much as twitched since he fell in the courtyard.

‘Cause he’s pretending to be dead, stupid. See, there’s the ketchup on his shirt.

Danny’s eyes widened as he took in the size of the stain on Nicholas’ chest, too big for the empty sachet in his pocket. He was on the verge of reaching forward when a large, cold hand clamped down on his shoulder.

“Good job, Danny m’boy.”

Frank Butterman spoke with true affection for his son. Finally Danny had stepped up in the community, to take his place as a member of the NWA. Frank had pondered the idea that he would have to take action against his only boy, what with the attachment he had formed with the new sargeant. And that would have broken his heart, but he would have seen it through, for the ‘greater good.’

Danny sniffled and Frank beamed with pride.

“There, there boy. Your dear Mum would have been so proud of you today.”

Danny sniffed louder and Frank pulled him into a brief, brisk hug before thumping him soundly on the back and pushing him in the direction of the driver’s door.

“Make sure you go straight to the West Field and dump the body in the long grass, out of sight of the road. Mr Thatcher will be ploughing there by dawn and all this mess will be behind us.”

Danny mindlessly nodded as he opened the door and sat down. He grimaced slightly as his dad slammed the boot shut.

“What have I done?” he whispered to himself as he turned the key and drove away.


TBC…

Slightly To The Left...

Fandom - Hot Fuzz
Warnings - Some violence


The strong aroma of tomato sauce wafted up to the nose of a thoroughly dumbstruck Sargeant Nicholas Angel. It was so out of place, so incongruous here in the middle of these ancient columns. Surrounded by hooded figures in the dead of night was no place for a barbeque.

Nicholas tried to reach up and swipe the scent away but strangely nothing happened. He looked down at the offending limb and watched as the flashlight fell from his nerveless fingers. As the glass shattered and the light went out, Nicholas began to feel an all-too-familiar burning sensation in his chest.

A string of terrible thoughts ran through his head like a crowd of marathon runners, all jostling for the lead. Betrayed. Danny. How could he? No. Not Danny, not jovial, naive Danny. How could he be a party to such a horrible conspiracy? The burning grew worse as he imagined so many happy moments becoming tainted with lies, and his eyes filled with unshed tears.

Staring at his traitorous arm, Nicholas couldn't help but notice the knife handle; it was sticking out of his chest after all. But he barely saw it. All he could see was Sargeant Danny Butterman's face. Danny's face as he thrust the knife forward; so serious, so unlike Danny. Danny - a killer? How?

The pain started to radiate outward, and Nicholas started to shake as another image sprang to mind. Danny's face in the bar, covered in sauce and grinning madly. Oh God! Nicholas looked up, straight into Danny's eyes. Yes, his face was stern but his eyes, his eyes held something else. And as soon as Danny glanced towards his father, Nicholas knew with absolute certainty that he hadn't been betrayed. Not for a second. In fact Danny'd done just about the bravest thing that Nicholas could imagine - defied his father to save him. To save Nicholas.

He would like to have thought that he fell to his knees in relief, but that would have been a lie. And Nicholas didn't lie. As he hit the cold stones, he couldn't stop himself from falling limply to his side. He wanted to shout. He wanted to fight. He wanted to cry. But he couldn't - if the Alliance members discovered Danny's true heart, they would turn against him and Nicholas couldn't let that happen. Not even if it meant his death. And it is with a barely stifled sob that he realises it probably will be. Danny! he screamed silently. I left my notebook in the car!

TBC...

I saw the most beautiful thing today...

... and I've got no idea what it was.

Well, it was a cloud - I know that much. But while all the clouds are it were white or grey, this cloud shone with all the colours of the rainbow. It was a technicolour cloud. So perfect, so vivid. And so very out of place.

I have never seen anything like it. Normal clouds passed in front of it, but for a good ten minutes it didn't change, just hung there like spilt paint. I could hardly tear my eyes away.

And eventually more normal clouds came and it started to dissolve until I couldn't see it any more. I was unexpectedly sad at that moment.

Possibly the scariest moment...

...in my entire life.

Last night, at about midnight D got up to go to the bathroom. Nothing weird about that, he pees on his own all the time. But when I heard a big crash instead of a flush, I have to admit I was terrified. I ran into the bathroom, and there was D. just lying on the floor with a confused look on his face. He looked up at me and said "How did I get here?" He couldn't remember getting out of bed or anything.

It was the scariest moment of my entire life.

I got him to stand up and get back into bed. I checked to see if he'd cracked his head on the basin, bath or tiles and there was nothing so I just got him back to bed and lay down beside him. He was a bit out of it, he said he felt like shit and to be honest I wasn't exactly feeling 100% myself. But I told him that I loved him and watched him fall asleep.

Of course, I lay there for the next hour and a half, and watched him breathe.

...

Today he's fine. We went to the doctor who found his blood pressure is quite low, which isn't dangerous in itself. But if circumstances are right, like - skipping a meal, working too hard, getting up suddenly - then it can lead to passing out and disorientation. The doctor has ordered some blood tests just to be sure, but he didn't seem fazed in the least.

I feel a bit better now, but I can't believe how helpless I felt last night.

Last Saturday we went to Luna Park, in Melbourne. Despite the less than sparkling weather, we rode down on the bike. 2 hours and 2 sore butts later we were parking in front of the big clown face. We met up with the Patriots MC but there were less people there than I thought there would be. Still, we made quite a merry party as we proceeded to run riot through the amusement park.

I've never been to Luna Park before - it was much smaller than I imagined. But we still had an absolute ball. I'm not one for gut-wrenching rides, so I only went on the Ferris Wheel, the Dodgem Cars and the Mad Mouse. I thought I was going to have a stroke after that last one, but it was fantastic all the same.

The ride was a bit long and cold for my taste but D. was thrilled by the whole day, so that made it all worth it.

Torchwood starts in about an hour and a half. I'm a bit tired. I've had far too many cups of tea and not enough real food today. I'm feeling warm and loved, but I'm just a little bit sad. Don't know why. It's just a hint of sad, not a flood.

I've got to go to work tomorrow. 9am till 2pm. Just a short shift. Nice enough. I guess. But boring. POS is boring. I feel no particular joy in going to work. As I once did. It's just a place to spend time. To earn money. To be amongst people, instead of being alone.

I feel that I exist. Just exist. Nothing more.

Tomorrow will be a new day.

I walked to the Post Office today. The sky was overcast and it drizzled a little; and it was a perfectly wonderful way to spend an hour.

As I was getting close to home I looked up - straight through the empty branches of a tree. Not long ago it was hung heavy with the dry husks of its summer adornments now it was only bare bones. I could feel the spring warmth coming up from the earth but the wind still held a chill of winter. Such a beautiful day.

It's been a year now, but I've finally started putting together a scrapbook of our trip to Vanuatu. Yeah, I know it's a bit late, but I've been a bit daunted by the whole thing. I've never really done any scrapping before and to be honest I didn't know where to start. But I've started sorting things out and I've got a vague idea of what I want to do. I just need some plain paper backgrounds to pull the whole thing together. I'll keep you posted.

Last night, the moon had a halo - a nimbus of light surrounding it. Truly a sight to behold. There'll be a full eclipse tonight at about 8pm which will be kinda cool to see. I don't know whether it will photograph well, but if it does, I'll take a couple.

We were driving home from Robinvale yesterday, having spent the weekend there for Mum's birthday party, and saw 4 eagles. Yup, 4! Not all in the same spot of course, but I've never seen so many in one trip before. Two were hovering several metres above the verge, waiting to swoop down on some unsuspecting prey; one was sitting on a fence and one was racing through the sky with a magpie in hot pursuit.