Complete with music from the film, Michael Madsen with cowboy hat appeared in Neville's mind and spoke over Vincent's tale of woe. "She deserves her revenge. And we deserve to die." Laugh. "But then again, so does she." American movies got everywhere. Neville considered running o...

Past the gas, which was still burning his nose out, Neville felt a kind of crawling itch on his face that he recognised from a couple of paintball games, in a milder form. Why not a dozen games with a gun that kicked as badly as the Wildley? Nev ducked back. He didn't think of shouting to his compan...

Neville only felt panic and bewilderment then; later he remembered that when he fist had gunfire aimed at him, he curled up on the floor, face buried in his chest. He couldn't tell where the bullets had come from; he felt a shock that must've been one striking beside him, and a hail of stone chips w...

The idea had occured to Neville not to take everything here at face value. But he was nothing like harsh enough to think a kid with eyes like that might be faking. The thought that kept his gun in his hands was; what if he's dangerously crazy? Or just so plain scared he attacks us? Bit too late to s...

“Until I got here I can honestly say that I did want to die...” "Ain't tha..." Neville couldn't ask what had made her feel that way, but remembered where her uniform came from. He thought about what the hell he could say. Clare seemed to be talking about the Game as if it wasn't completely...

((Continued from: Starting Place for Girl no.38 )) The announcement went off half-way to the well. Neville counted up the dead; over twenty in the last day. He didn't know what was proper to thing about it; probably he'd know when he saw it for himself. He didn't move to discuss it with Clare or Ry...

The three students moved cautiously away. As he looked over his map, Neville thought he heard something that might be a gunshot, no plural, two or three. The others didn't react, so stayed silent and chalked it up as another reason to get out. He knew he'd been pretty lucky, and guessed he'd have to...

Neville grinned at the familiar slight bemusement in Ryan's face; "I'm from England, up north, 'afore thi ask. Little more mud, a little less Buckin'um palace." He'd used the line hundreds of times; using it again left a cool, linging feeling in his throat. "Nice t' see thy getting us...

"...It's not like I'm going to abandon anyone in this..." Rather you than me, lass Neville though, then inwardly grinned at what a chauvinist he was. It might be as well to stick toghether; you watch my back, I'll watch yours. Besides the girl wasn't bad looking; Neville had got a little f...

Neville hadn't noticed the girl in the tree with the shotgun; his hand jerked towards his own weapon before he took the situation in fully. "Nev' Eden. Are thi two toghether? I just got dropped; an' I ain't keen on shootin' owt. 'Less I have to." He gave the shotgun another look, and waite...

((Continued from: Boy 103 Start )) Neville had calmed down a bit. He was presently longing for his hiking boots-they were good boots-not to mention a tent, and few dozen other things. He wasn't so uncomfortable yet; it had to be a security thing, which was bloody good fun to find out about himself....

If I should die think only this of me...some corner of a foreign field, that is forever- "...t' place where Nev' Eden got done." The boy shook faintly, and quietly cursed England, America, the b*stards who'd left him here, and the kids who would probably kill him. Countries went; only dea...