Helpful Leddy, a story of runaway rivers, exploding restaurants, and teenage love – Chapter Seven

Oh my good golly goshness, I forgot to post the latest chapter in Leddy’s adventures on Wednesday! 

Please excuse this incompetence, and here for you now is chapter seven…

“So what’s the plan then?” Fiona asked to no-one in particular as they sped their way through the grand entrance hall towards nowhere in particular.

     “Run away!” answered Leddy.

     “We’ve done that bit,” Fiona pointed out coldly, “what’s the next bit?”

     Leddy turned to see the guards catching up with them.

     “Keep running away!” he panted, before diverting to the left and leading his friends up the winding staircase.

     “Maybe we should split up!” suggested Fiona.

     “Split up? But we’ll get caught for sure!” protested Sandy.

     “Oh, just stick with me!” Leddy said grabbing her by the wrist and, upon reaching the top of the stairs, turned right as fast as he could. Fiona and Gary turned left and the two duos stood atop of the stairs, watching as the bulky guards made their way up, their thickly-haired eyebrows ferociously pinned downward while they grinded their teeth and cracked their knuckles. “Okay, how about this,” began Leddy, “me and Sandy try and find out what’s going on here exactly and you two try and make your way back to Doris’s place and try and find out what she’s got to do with all this.”

     “That sounds ridiculous! We’re bound to get caught!” protested Sandy.

     “You got any better ideas?” asked Fiona.

     Suddenly, the guards, panting and breathless after climbing a great many stairs, for they were not as young or fit as the four friends, joined them atop of the landing and each duo immediately took to their heels and fled.

     “Try not to get caught!” Leddy called back to the other two.

     “C’mon you!” said Fiona to Gary, also grabbing him and leading him to the left.

     “This is fun, innit?” Gary chuckled heartily and waved to the guards who were still hot on their tail.

     “Gary, you twat, c’mon!” Fiona picked up the pace dragging Gary by her side.

     They tore through the slithering corridors, tearing down various statues and paintings as they ran, trying to create barriers to stop the guards catching them. But there were only so many priceless ornaments on the first floor of the old mansion, and after what seemed like hours of running, Gary and Fiona finally came up against a brick wall. First they ran into the wall, then they tried to turn back, and then turn sideways, then they faced each other, then they faced the great, hulking guards. The two beasts came slowly towards them, their hands outstretched and the palms of their hands moist from all the running. The closer they came, the more they brought with them a warm, damp smell closer to Fiona and Gary.

     Beside them was a banister keeping them from falling off the edge of the floor. Out of the corner of his eye, James noticed a tall window, starting at the bottom of the ground floor and almost reaching to the top of the mansion, complete with thick, velvet curtains. Fiona turned to Gary as a smile spread across her face.

     “Gary,” she whispered, “when I jump, you do the same after me.”

     “Okay!” Gary shouted excitedly.

     One of the guards took out some rope from his pocket.

     “Now don’t you worry kids,” he said, his plump figure edging towards the duo slowly, “it’ll be just like our little trip down here…”

     He slowly wrapped the rope around his hands as tight as he could, but before he could get closer, Fiona leapt on top of the banister and jumped, her hands springing out like claws as she aimed for the curtains. As soon as she landed on them however, nimble as a cat, she felt the curtains give way and several pinging sounds from the top caused her to grasp the curtains tighter as she saw several little rings fall from the top of the curtain to the floor. The curtain came swinging down and Fiona collided with the window, face first.

     Losing her grip with the curtains, she hung onto the window panes for dear life. But as she pressed her body to the window as best she could, she suddenly felt the window moving forwards and Fiona let out a yell as the window opened up and turned her upside down. Unable to hold on any more, she let go the panes and fell deep into a prickly bush that managed to somewhat soften her fall.

     Dragging herself out of the bush, and picking various twigs and bushes out of herself, she surveyed her surroundings, ready for anymore guards who might be ready to pounce on her. Night had fallen and the sky was pitch-black with thick, swelling clouds. She suddenly felt a hand tap his shoulder, and instinctively grabbed the suspect’s arm from behind and flung the body over her head and pinned him to the ground.

     “Okay, you sweaty fat bastard, you ain’t taking me alive!” She drew a clenched fist back ready to strike, but then loosened her grip on his victim.

     “Gary?!” she shouted, “But, how did… I mean, what…?”

     “Hi!” said Gary, jovially, “how did you get on with that whole jumping thing?”

     “How do you think? You little twat! How did you get out before I did?”

     “I just did as you said, see, I waited until you’d already jumped and then I did the same. But when I jumped you were in the middle of opening the window with your face, so when I jumped, I fell straight through the window, and landed here, safe and sound and waiting for you to hurry up!”

     There was a moment of silence as Fiona took in what Gary said. As she did so, she gazed at Gary in a state of shock and disbelief.

     “You know,” she began, breaking the silence, “it always amazes me, how, whenever we get into these situations, I always come up with a well-thought out plan that will see us through and be safe, and you always end up screwing up the plan, and yet here you are, goddamn safe and sound!”

     “Awesome, innit?” smiled Gary.

     “Oh come on, let’s get moving.” Fiona picked herself up, dragging Gary up as she did so. “We need to find away of getting back into the pub without being spotted.”

     Suddenly, a shot rang out into the night and Fiona ducked for cover, while Gary simply looked about him with a dumb smile.

     “Hello?” he called out helpfully, “anyone out there?”

     “Gary, get down!” Fiona grabbed him by the neck and ran along the house away from the window where the shot came from.

     “Damn, they’re getting away!” One of the guards dragged his portly frame from hanging outside the window to back in the mansion. “They’re heading round the back, c’mon!”

     “Hang on,” said the other guard, halting the other before they set off towards the front door, “where did you get that gun?”

     “It’s been in my pocket the whole time.”

     “And you didn’t think to get it out when they were inside the mansion?”

     “Mr. Arthur doesn’t like guns in his house.”


     There was a moment of silence after this.

     “You know,” began the second guard, “if someone was adapting these events into a story, one would think something like that would just be a cheap excuse to let them two brats escape, a plot-hole if you will.”

     “Yes, one would indeed.” observed the other, thoughtfully.

      They both pondered the situation in another bout of extended silence.

     “Well, guess that’s just life.”

     “Yep, now we’d better catch them brats!”

     In the dead of night, Gary and Fiona had managed to find their way to the back of the mansion, where a large garden stretched out before them like a field. Fiona could hardly make it out, but the pale light from the moon up above showed that the land stretched out for what seemed miles. In front of the garden to the right stood a huge iron building, clearly visible from the lights that shone from inside the mansion.

     “Damn, we’d better go round the front and try not to be seen, come on.”

     Suddenly, a great bank of floodlights lit up all at once, all along the bare land, revealing it to be a field with several rows of small green-leaved plants growing up from the soil. Some had white flowers sprouting from the heads. As the lights came on, a voice rang out into the night.

     “Alright, we know you’re there somewhere. Stay still or we shoot!”

     “Quick, in there!” Fiona desperately grabbed Gary and ran towards the iron building. Flinging themselves against the wall, they stood still, with bated breathes and beating hearts. Fiona began to walk slowly along the building, her back still to the wall. Her hands were spread out against it, feeling for anything that could help.

     At last, she felt a cold handle slide into her palm. Turning it, a door opened from the inside, and she pounced inside, closely followed by Gary. Closing the door behind her, Fiona and Gary were greeted with a strong, sickly smell that filled the room. Looking up, their mouths dropped as they gazed upon several huge, sweeping stacks of green shrubbery-like plants, hung up all along the ceiling. Near them were several stacks of boxes and a mountain of plastic bags, which Fiona opened.

     “What’s all this then?” asked Gary, still in awe.

     “Cocaine.” answered Fiona flatly. She drew forth a bunch of green leaves from the bag in one hand, and a packet in the shape of a brick filled with white powder in the other, a similar looking powder to the stuff she had seen earlier in the mansion. “So this is what Arthur does, grows cocaine, shove it in diamonds, then probably sell them on for a profit. Which I guess he’s told everyone he’ll use to help them with our village, thus making them work for hi-, Gary stop chewing that stuff, its not good for you!”

     Suddenly, they heard a door being opened from the other side of the building, and a scurry of footsteps rushing in.

     “Round the front, quick!”

     Fiona and Gary dived out of the building and round towards the front, as inconspicuously as possible. Again, they kept to the walls, taking each step with tense precision. Once they made it, they kept themselves concealed in the darkness of the night as best they could.

     They saw several masked men, not nearly as large or tall as the ones who had brought them here, loading various tools into the same van that had brought them here in the first place. It purred impatiently outside the mansion’s main entrance. The lights from inside flooded the ground outside, including the van, making it almost seem like a cat sleeping peacefully against a warm, roaring fire. Suddenly, the two guards came bursting out the front door and up to the men.

     “Have you seen two kids come this way?”

     “Oh bugger off Tim, we don’t’ need your crap tonight, we’ve got our work to do.” one of them answered back.

     “We’ll probably get drowned!” said another, throwing a full bag of shovels into the van that landed with a resounded clash.

     “Well if you see anything…”

     “Yeah, yeah, we know, we’ll come to you.” said the first man, impatient as ever. “Hey, you two,” he called to two workers who lay idly against a tree, each smoking a cigarette, “bring those pickaxes over here will you?” He pointed to where Gary and Fiona lay.

     Looking down at their feet, Fiona saw several tools lying sprawled across the floor; among them were a couple of pickaxes.

     “Do you think we should ask them where Sandy and Leddy are?” asked Gary innocently.

     “Gary, just shut up and let me handle this.” said Fiona, exasperated.

     As the two men came nearer, the light from inside the mansion shone through the windows and landed on the ground, like a pot of gold paint splattered across a dark canvas.

     “Don’t start all that descriptive stuff again!”

     So sorry, I’ll carry on. In the end, the two workers, blackened by the dark, came round the corner. A struggle ensued, and two figures emerged soon, carrying tools. However, the clothes adorning the figures returning to the van didn’t seemed to fit them as well as before, and one of them kept giggling under his breath.

     “C’mon you two, we need to get going!” called the leader of the workers.

     The two workers hurried towards the van, clutching the tools to their chests. The purring of the van grew into a blood-curling growl.

     “So what’s the plan then?” asked the worker who had giggled.

     “Go to the pub, I’ve a feeling this van’s going there anyway” answered the second worker, excitedly.

     They jumped into the back of the van just as it started off and closed the doors behind them. They let their tools fall with a clatter into the centre of the van. Blending in to the extremes, the second worker lent back into the dark interior of the cab, letting the blackness of her disguise come together with the black interior of the van

     The giggling worker, who hadn’t stopped giggling at all, lent forward.

     “Hey, Fiona?” he whispered.

     “What is it?”

     He looked at the other figures in the van, all huddled up and leaning against the side of the van, three on one side and three on the other, each man facing each other, not saying a word but letting off an atmosphere that suggested seedy work had to be done and they were the ones to do it.

     “This is a blast, isn’t it?” Gary giggled.

     “Oh, shut up.”

     Fiona let forth a sigh of relief as the van trundled on into the night, taking a breather from all that had occurred. After several more miles of trundling, the van suddenly stopped and the workers disembarked with their tools at the ready. The leader of the group got out from the passenger side of the cab and stood before his men.

     “Right lads, let’s get moving.”

     They made their way towards a lonely, tumbledown building that gave an eerie presence in the darkened night. Behind it was a slow-moving river that sparkled lazily in the darkness. The leader knocked on the door and it was opened by a giant of a man, who gladly stood to one side with an outstretched arm leading the workers in.

     “Have we been here before?” whispered Gary.

     “Ah, Derek, you made it.” a shrill yet vile voice suddenly sprung up seemingly out of nowhere. Gary and Fiona looked all around but could see no-one to whom the voice could belong to. However, they saw Derek bend down and plant a kiss on what seemed to be, at first glance, a child, but then they saw who it was.

     “It’s that Doris! We’re back in the restaurant.” Gary could hardly contain his surprise.

     “Nothing ever gets past you, does it?” said Fiona sarcastically. “Now look, just follow my lead, and try to blend in.”

     “You know where to go, don’t you?” said Doris in a sickly sweet voice.

     “Sure we do, doll face.” Derek gave her a cheeky wink and took his mask off. He turned to the other workers, his face bare for all to see.

     “Right guys, you know what to do. We’ve only got a few hours to get this very delicate task done as best we can, so let’s not bugger it up.”

     Fiona began to panic slightly as the other workers took their masks off. She then panicked even more as Gary took his off.

     “What are you doing?” she asked, her voice sounding like a muffled volcano ready to erupt.”

     “Hey!” Derek noticed Gary’s unassumingly innocent face and marched over to him. “Who the hell are you, you weren’t at the debriefing earlier!” he then turned to Fiona. “And why haven’t you taken your mask off mate?”

      Fiona began to give a grunted reply in as manly a voice as she could concoct, but she barely managed to get past the first syllable before Gary let out a cheerful cry.

     “Hey look, it’s Doris and Sylvester!” he waved vigorously to them. “Hello guys!”

     Fiona let her head fall forward, completely losing hope in the situation.


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