Borderline Madness - The Young Inductee

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great update mate
I'm guessing the shady man is from the club?
 
Great update Ed, don't know where this is going which is good, looking forward to another update soon!
 
Good update mate....good twist with the shady man,eager to know where it goes
 
Update might be up at some stage tonight.

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Chapter 7 – Hot ‘n’ Cold

Desperatly happy after a tremendous victory, Tomas began walking back to his house. Absolutely knackered, every stride was an effort and his throat burnt, due to lack of moisture, and the heavy sun bore down on his uncovered neck.

The winners medal clattered back and forth from Tomas’ neck and the ringing of fans’ screaming was still in his mind, despite the attendance being no more than 60. But Tomas was elated, as he was after every victory, and in a world of his own, he forgot about everything else.

*

Fiddling around for keys was an unbelievably tedious task, due to aching quads and hamstrings, and the humid temperature. Eventually, Tomas found the right key and ploughed it into the gaping key-hole, giving Tomas a huge amount of pleasure to finally be inside.

The door swing open and Tomas got a glance of the curtains flailing around in the wind, but passed it off as nothing and headed into the kitchen to get a drink of water and make himself a sandwich after a tough match.

“Pa, fromage?”

Tomas waited for a few minutes before speaking again.

“Pa?”

*

A cold spark shot down Tomas’ spine. It was horrifying. The long, pointed spear was right through his abdomen, and he was impaled into the wall. Blood was splattered behind, as well as a small pool of the dirty red fluid swirling around his feet.

All sense left Tomas and he immediately ran over to his deceased father. There was no note, no explanation, and the blood on Tomas’ hands made him wonder. Who? How? Why? All that mattered now though, was that his father was dead.
 
:O Great update as usual Eds, really enjoying this one, that troublesome spaniard!
 
Might get an update up later tonight. :)
 
once again you provide another outstanding story, excellent stuff mate.
 
Good stuff mate, an actual story developing here not just "I played a game, I won 2-0, X and Y scored". Eagerly anticipating the next update.
 
Chapter 8 – Through the Floor

The next twenty four hours went by in a blur. The death of his only remaining parent had been a loss that was unimaginably huge. Pierre had been notified and the Police Station was home for the day after the death.

The police are exploring the idea that Tomas' father had in fact killed himself. Tomas knew this was complete and utter nonsense, and had told the police this on numerous occasions, but they never listened. The only man that really knew, really understood Tomas; was dead.

*

The police had asked both Pierre and Tomas a number of questions. They'd told them everything they knew - and everything they didn't. It all seemed a mystery. Who would want their dad, their pa, dead? A simple vineyard worker.

A suspicious man had caught Tomas' eye as he wondered around the Police Station virtually all day. Although, a strange man in a Police Station isn't anything new. But there was something about him. Something very familiar.

*

The boys had had possibly the worst twenty-four hours of their entire lives, and yet, it somehow continued to get worse. The social security workers had informed them that the closest relative found was a Montenegran great-uncle who had been convicted for treason, and was therefore unable to take them in.

The two lads were told that it was more than likely they would be living in a care home for a while - assuming nobody wants to adopt or foster them. Although, who would? Two rowdy, unacademic, unpopular teenagers. Not likely.

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Anehbody?
 
Very nice update Ed. It's always difficult trying to connect everything in such a detailed and intellectual way, rather than just listing the facts. Another brilliant story in the making here.
 
Another fantastic story :). I especially liked chapter 7. Good stuff!
 
Chapter 9 - Excusez-moi?

Tomas' father hadn't been a great man, or even a great father, but he was the most important thing in the world to both Tomas and Pierre. Football was very close to both of them, but they would gladly give it up to be with him.

The police had told Tomas they had a note from his father, but they were retaining it for evidence - running fingerprint and handwriting tests. Despite Tomas' protests, they refused to give him the note, and the message remained a mystery to the 17-year old.

*

It came as a shock when the police handed Tomas back with the handwriting results and fingerprint test results, and they showed both were similar to his; unsimilar to Pierre's. Despite this Tomas was never suspected due to the sheer number of witnesses that saw him lift the trophy for Trevon College.

That seemed so far away now. That brilliant feeling. Scoring a hattrick. Winning the game. Lifting the trophy. Pats on the back. Cheers of applause. It was magical. But it seemed like Tomas was never going to get anything like this again. The world of love, joy and passion had fallen around him and now all he saw were hate, bitterness and regret.

*

As Tomas waited in the Police Station, the man from the game, in the large grey brown overcoat, shuffled in. He was carrying a briefcase, and his tattered face had a scar near the right ear, and only toughs of hair remained on his otherwise bald head.

He nodded to Tomas, opened his briefcase, pulled out an A4 sheet of paper, dropped it by his outstrechted right hand, and disapperead out the door. Tomas saw it was written in English, hand written - how strange.

Mr. Tomas Lemoigne,

I am writing to you from Prevession-Moens Clube de Football. We are sorry for the very informal way of communicating via text messaging, and have therefore decided to send you a letter.

We are currently considering three applicants for the role of Assistant Manager, but we regret to inform you that you are not one of these. We wish to have a meeting with you about the other vacant position at the club, which is Fitness Coach.

We expect you at the club just before kick off on Saturday, so 1:25pm. If you are late, you will miss your meeting and miss this oppurtunity. At the club reception ask for Laurizs, and the woman at reception will know who you mean.

We very much look forward to meeting you, Mr. Lemoigne, and we are deeply sorry for the great loss you have just taken.

Ciao.
Club de Football Prevessin-Moens
 
Do the French say "Ciao"?

Anyway, enough knitpicking, great update Ed, but Ch 7 is still my favourite! Looking forward to the next update when hopefully more will be revealed. :)
 
Do the French say "Ciao"?

Anyway, enough knitpicking, great update Ed, but Ch 7 is still my favourite! Looking forward to the next update when hopefully more will be revealed. :)

He's written a letter in full English, I don't think he's French. I'll say no more. XD
 
Nice, loving the twist. Any update on 'Slaying the Dragons' or is your FM still up the pole?
 
Yeah, my FM is screwed. No idea how to fix it.
 
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