The Archer’s Ghost

By

Timothy P Stavert

Part 8

The Lost Soulsfrom Avon-mouth Gorge

Hazel and Simon arrived back at the Avon-mouth flats which were in darkness,

“It like there’s a power cut tonight Hazel, we may as well have an early night.” Simon said putting his hand on her lap suggestively.

Hazel didn’t answer she turned into the entrance of the gate dialling her mobile. “Cuss the damned thing,” she said then dialled another and spoke to the security guard who came down the stairs shortly afterwards.

“Hello Miss Savage, Sorry about this, it appears some youths from the “Severn Estate”

Have knocked out the power station and we have just been setting the block support on override.” The guard said, and then all of a sudden he was surrounded by a dozen hooded gang members who demanded his master key.

Simon and Hazel looked at each other then the Security who switched for the door to come down but was stabbed and fell to the ground.

“Out of the car you two.” The man with the knife said, as he pulled it out of the Security Guard who lay bleeding on the ground.

The blade of the knife was about ten inches with a jagged edge. The Knife-man pointed the knife at Hazel motioning her to get out of the car, she looked at Simon briefly. The car was surrounded by these scruffy youths and men, “You ready?” She

Whispered to Simon, he nodded in return.

“I won’t tell you again woman.” He yelled and was about to grab hold of the handle, when Hazel put her foot down, burning rubber from her tyres as she sped to the other side of the underground parking. Three of the other youths were thrown over the bonnet as the acceleration was so great.

They knew they had nowhere to go as the doors were now closed and the gang ran after them. She stopped and turned at the top of the parking lot facing as they made ground.

“Well this is it Hazel, Let’s go and finish it.” Simon said.

Getting out of the car the Gang stood facing them, the leader moved forward “Leave the woman to me, I fancy some fun tonight you girls can have the man.” He said holding his knife.