It was after midnight, everyone was asleep (unless you count the people out partying in the club two streets away). Somebody else also up was, Billy. Billy was a round peaky faced intelligent boy, who spent half his life on the eerie streets of London; his parents liked him out of the house. He absentmindedly strolled three more paces, when the painful crack of a twig breaking made him freeze. The very sound made the hairs on his bony neck stand on end, like army soldiers standing to attention. When he knew the coast was clear, he plodded depressively onwards in to the gathering darkness. To the park was his destination..... On the other side of town, a shadowy figure was skulking menacingly. Drew. He was a fiendish character with bloodshot red eyes. He was about to take revenge on his arch enemy. Billy. He was the one who made his high school days a misery. Tonight the tables will turn. "Ha ha", cackled Drew. With that, he sauntered off to the park. Finally, (after many struggling moments) Billy arrived. Sweat was streaming down his face (which was as white as a ghost). He stumbled clumsily over to the single splintered bench, sat down and looked frantically around. Nothing was out. The moaning creak of the swing made him jump with extreme fear. London was not safe at night. Meanwhile, Drew glided towards the rusty iron gates of the park and entered discreetly. His target was sitting terrified on the bench. "My chance", murmured Drew gleefully. "Revenge!!!!!!!" He yelled. At that moment, something large and black pounced and painfully pinned Billy to the frigid stone ground. He looked cautiously in to his attackers face. Bloodshot red eyes Glinted malevolently in the darkness. "No", stammered Billy. "No"...... WHAM!!!!!!!.............. | 
