THE MILK MAN, a short story by actung. Date added: 2010-01-27. Times viewed: 1275.
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- Intro: When an accident turns a man into a monster, where will it lead??
Scarred for life while delivering milk to a house as it became destroyed due to a gas leak explosion, and now known only as ‘the milk man', he vows to blow up everything and anything he can until someone stops him, but just who is going to stop him? And can he even be stopped at all?
Looking out through the curtains of a living room window at a pigeon as it lands on the grass towards the far end of the garden, a voice quietly speaks.
‘Over, over, left a little, BOOM'.
A small explosive device blows the pigeon to smidderines while a sadistically evil laugh comes from inside the house. It is early morning, daylight has only just begun to show itself, and the noise from the explosion, even being a small explosion was enough to wake the neighbours. This, and the likes, is what they have had to put up with since the arrival home from a ten week stay in hospital of a man who now has become an animal.
Kevin delivered milk for a living and his early morning routine became his way of life. If ya asked anyone that knew him, they would all tell you he was one of the nicest guys that they had ever met, who would always lend a hand to anyone who may need one, the explosion not only scarred him physically, but changed everything about him.
A room in Kevin's house filled with monitors which have been tied in with live camera feed from the local shopping centre is now his new place of fun as his latest excursion is about to take place. He has also been able to rig the doors to the four entrance/exits to this local shopping centre so they can open and close at a push of a button. A large number of explosives of varying intensity have also been set up around the three floor levels of the shopping centre. With no demands at all and with no regards to the safety of those he would entrap inside, Kevin was ready to have himself some fun.
An untraceable phone call to the local police station began a nightmare for all those who would become entrapped, as the push of that button seals the doorways. The glass doors are so well enforced that it'd take some amount of pressure to break through them. Kevin began with the small explosives hidden in the toilets, the cherry bomb like explosives were strong enough to cause injury to those whom happened to be using the rest rooms at that particular moment in time. It didn't matter to Kevin if it was man, woman or child that came into contact with his fun and games.
This once pleasantly happy and placid man is now sick, warped and twisted, having his evil brain ready to disrupt the lives of, and dismember those who just happen to get in his way. The shopping centre has a medical room to deal with possible injuries but it was in no way ready, equipped or would have had the man power to deal with the oncoming panic. Once the word spread that an explosive device had gone off, chaos began to ensue. There is a nearby hospital, but this is of no use as there is no way in or out and things had only just begun. The quick arrival of media only added to Kevin's demented idea of fun. A nation would now witness his escapades.
Upon hearing of the first explosives, people chaotically made their way to an exit none of which, including staff and supply entrance and exits, were open. Security on the inside attempted to calm things down; with great difficulty as this was a very large building capable of holding thousands of people at any one time.
It took about twenty minutes for things to begin to calm down after the cherry bombs went off in all of the buildings toilets, and just as things did calm down, the calmness was taken away once more. The centre of the building on the second floor is where the main courtesy desk can be found. Up above and behind this desk is a large twelve foot by eight foot screen which usually either shows a news channel or a big sporting event if such an event is taking place and being televised, but at this moment in time, a digital clock appeared on the screen reading 00:05:00, a five minute timer which soon began to count down towards zero.
People panicked, and their attempts to escape were futile. In the final minute some accepted their faith, ringing family and friends expecting their lives to come to an end. The clock reached zero as people braced either themselves or embraced whoever was closest to them. Four small explosions went off from the pane glass roof, some glass shattered and fell without seriously injuring any one, as the final explosion went off a large plain white sheet began to roll down from that glass ceiling until it was fully stretched out, and in big black letters in read ‘BOOM'.
Police investigations led then to Kevin’s house, when they entered they found no one. There were a number of television screens in Kevin’s living room, each one showing a different part of the interior of the shopping centre. One by one each television screen changed from what it was showing to having no reception at all, and when the final screen went off, Kevin’s scarred face would appear on every screen.
‘What happened today is just an example of what I can do. Next time I play for real.'
A week passes; it's just after seven in the morning. A milk float passes slowly down a street, something which at one point in time was a very common sight, nowadays it's such a rare thing to see. Carrying many glass bottles of milk, the float comes to a halt in the centre of the street. A car comes down the street, it is blocked by the milk float. There are no signs of a driver for the milk float so the driver of the car gets out and looks around, it's so early in the morning there is no sign of anyone else around let alone someone whom may be delivering milk. He takes a glass pint bottle of milk, removes the lid and begins to drink from the bottle, continuing to look around the street for signs of someone connected to the milk float. A couple of minute pass and the man still can see no movement of any kind.
There is a timer on the float which the car driver only notices when the timer counts down from five seconds until zero at which point the glass milk bottles begin to shatter one by one as each bottle carried its own device causing it to shatter. A shard of glass causes injury to the confused man’s face. The damage would be bad enough that it would leave him needing to have his eye replaced by a glass eye. Months on and that man would become known simple as ‘Glass Eye', and he would seek revenge on the one whom left him this way, and that would be not a battle between good and evil, but a battle between two men, two entities, both once may have been good, though now both just pure evil for when ‘Glass Eye' comes face to face with ‘The Milk Man' who knows what may happen......???
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