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Convict number 2!!!
The crazy convict 'loved her'. Havisham was madly in love with him. He was a gangster golddigga, meaning there was no 'love' or 'her' it was only the huge amounts of money he was interested in. Money was his heart, his soul ,his .... everything. There was a plan from the very start to take the money and make a run for it. On the night of the wedding day him and Magwitch would take the money and nobody would ever find out.
As he thought what he could do to run from his 'loved' one, he could hear the trees knocking on the window as the wind howled at the moon. The convict tried to ignore the clock striking midnight but all he could do was watch the time go by. Every second he was getting closer to his life becoming a grave mistake.
It was like his life was coming to an end before it had even begun. There was a part of him that felt bad, but he thought of all the money he had gained, which made his blood boil. The convict could feel the adrenaline rushing through his veins as if he had just robbed a different homie's pad.
The feeling was immense as if nothing he had felt before as the clock showed 20past the convict was nervous. He knew this would be his last day of freedom the night is a mash of all the world's sins but no longer can it cover his.
His sin was too bad he did not know what to do about what he had just done, he could hear the sirens as he ran for his life. His heart was thumping as he looked behind to see if Magwitch was behind him....Havisham was waiting excitedly at the altar in a beautiful white wedding dress. The cake was waiting to be eaten, guests had arrived, but little did anyone know. The groom had no plan to marry the poor soul. The excitement in her soul to get married was big, however the surprise that the convict had planned for her was even bigger!
As he ran and Magwitch followed sweat seemed to pour down his face rolling down his forehead. As they looked ahead there was fog and mist, Magwitch shouted 'Keep running we nearly there!' As he starting slowing down to take a breath he slowly disappeared. This didn't stop the convict from running as he knew he was the one with the vast amount of cash. After a few minutes he started hearing police sirens coming closer and closer. Something sharp and big swung for his face as he tried to move it hit his face. Blood started pouring from his cheek. He fell to the floor as someone crept up and nicked the sack of cash. He tried to make out who it was. However due to the mist he could not tell. But he suspected it would be Magwitch as he was the only one who knew the bag contained money.
As he stumbled to his feet he felt a heavy object hit him in the head forcing him back on to the ground. The last thing he heard was heavy footsteps as he lay unconscious. He later woke up realising he had been arrested and was lying back in his old cell that he had escaped from before. But the thing that really cheesed him off was that Magwitch, the crook, was nowhere to be seen. Things racing through his mind: Had Magwitch taken the money? Was Havisham still at the altar waiting for him? Was this Magwitch's plan right from the start? Did he have a future in this hell forsaken place? ................