A novel I won't be able to publish for three reasons. One, too short, two sued by Auspeaks and three I'm a character in it. I have certain rules for my novels, one of them being not to have yourself being a character in them.
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Prologue. Texas, U.S.A 2012

His name was Wayne Dick, He'd lead a life of hatred. A murderer of two people. He had been sentenced to death by lethal injection. He was strapped in. The priest asked the question, he knew he would ask.
"Do you have any last words or requests?"
He simply shook his head. The executioner was about to flick a switch.
He shut his eyes, he had waited for this moment. Just before the injection was put into his body, the door burst open, standing there was a woman in dark clothing.

"Stop!" she yelled. Wayne found it hard to see this so-called saviour, was she going to save his life or just tell them something and then carry on. Please be option one, he thought. He was right. Within minutes he was set free from the machine and sent back to his cell. This woman, whoever she was had saved his life, but for how long?


A week later, Northern Ireland, the U.K.

The adolescent male stepped out of the taxi/minibus. "Have a good life Tony." he said to the driver in a happy and relieved tone. As usual, there was no reply, but Tony did smile. He waved as the male stepped out and closed the door. He waited until the taxi/minibus had left and was out of sight. He breathed and then yelled, in a happy tone "FUC* YEAH!!" Normally he didn't swear in public, but this was a special day. The last day of high school.

As he cursed, several passers by glared at him, either being disgusted or confused. "Sorry!" He called out. No matter if they forgave him or not, he couldn't care less. He skipped, whilst singing "Blue Sky" to the back door of the house, opened the gate, did the same towards the back door.
Pulled out his key, still singing and finally opened the door. The dog, a mixed breed between a springer and a cocker spaniel waited in his bed.

He was confused, but more than usual he hadn't seen the guy this happy in well, ever. Or had he. He couldn't remember and why was he singing? Rather than think into the matter any longer, he walked over and demanded that he was let out. As the door opened, the dog dashed out. The adolescent turned on the T.V and sat down. The news was on.
Couldn't hurt to see what happened to the Dick guy, he thought as he realized it was on.

A female reporter, outside the prison where Wayne Dick was being held. Behind her, hundreds of protesters.
"Tom, it has been confirmed that Wayne Dick will be set free tomorrow and as you can see the American public is not happy about the matter. The man guilty of murdering schoolgirls Diane Tucker and Kate Tucker and famous for using to quote. They shouldn't have screamed so loud, then they might have lived. Back to you Tom" Although reporters are not sup-post to show that much emotion, it was clear that she was irritated and annoyed at the matter.

"Damn it." he muttered under his breath. Mabey Halo 4 I'll take my mind of things. He then went upstairs to his bedroom. He'd only got the game recently and had to make a reservation for it. He switched the Xbox Elite on, grabbed the controller and sat down.

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This post was last modified: 09-09-2011 10:56 PM by Some_Bloke.

In case you don't know what "Blue Sky" is or you like the song and want to hear it. I checked, it's actually called Mr Blue Sky.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=98P-gu_vM...ure=fvwrel
I'll post the next extract later.

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Meanwhile. A motel, somewhere in Texas.

Wayne lay in the bed of the room. He was in deep thought. "How did she save me, but more importantly, why?" "What makes me so special, that I am freed and other bastar*s are killed?"
Suddenly there was a knock on the door, interrupting his thoughts.

"Who is it!?" he called out "Who do you think?" came the reply. It was the woman. The door opened, she was standing there,  wearing dark clothes, had red hair and was white. Wayne was taller than her, had a short dark hair and was also white. He also had a scar on his left cheek.

When she spoke he accent indicated that she was from the southern States. "Mr Dick, you're probably wondering why I saved your life." He simply nodded. "Well, my company needs you..." "For what!? What makes me so special?!" He interrupted. "As I was saying, we need you to be our, well mascot, to advertise our company. You are going to have to lie though." "About what?" He asked.

"Well..." she replied "I'll tell you later. It's gonna get the people to love you, imagine that."
He didn't reply.  "I'll give you a while to think about it." She spoke and then left the room. The door shut behind her.

Still sitting in his school uniform that would be burned after he had emptied it's pockets. The adolescent sat on the bean bag, the controller grasped in his hand.

In a different Universe.

Leek, sitting over the table, deep in thought. How would travel between Universes, was it even possible. Sure creatures had come through the Void before but was there something specific about their DNA that made them able to do so. The virus, would wherever the Void took him, lead him to a Universe that the virus had come into contact with. His thinking was interrupted as there was a knock on the door. "Come in!" he called out. Standing in the doorway was Rick.
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Rick had a look of slight surprise and relief on his face. "What is it?" Leek asked. Rick was silent for a moment and then he spoke, slightly out of breath. "Harry, you've got to see this." "See what" without turning around. "Harry... Emer's figured out a way to travel between universes, without being mutated, and well ending up like [name withheld for spoilers] "What!?" Leek shouted, as he jumped out of his chair and nearly fell over. "And not the what what, I mean the surprised what." Rubbing the back of his neck, Rick replied "Yeah, that was kinda obvious."

The two of them ran down the corridor and into the conference room. Standing in front of a screen was Emer, sitting around the table were members of the HFA [Human Freedom Army].
"Looks like the gangs here. So I'll begin." Emer spoke, as she did the screen turned on and the lights switched off. "As most of you may know, Harry has perfected a way to communicate across different universes." "Hi" Leek whispered. On the screen blueprints for a device was shown. "This device will allow us to travel between spaces in The Void without being infected. Nanites flow through the bloodstream designed for preventing the virus from entering the brain and the rest of the body. That's what goes first, the mind."

On the screen an image of the blueprints for the nanites was shown, then an image of a computer generated nanites fighting off the virus. "They won't hold off the virus that many times..." Neil raised his hand "So you're saying that if we pass through too many times, the virus enters our mind?" "Exactly"  Sally spoke "How many times do you think we can pass through?" "Well, I'd say at least four times."
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At this point, Leek stood up and everyone in the room turned their attention to him. "The perfect way of stopping The Doomsday virus, is to contact different universes, set up a link create an alliance. So we can finish the mother fuc*er." He had said the final sentence with a tone of griminess, but one other thing could also be heard, vengeance. "That was the plan." Emer spoke, a tone of upset in her voice, she had obviously read his mind.

In our universe a week later. Northern Ireland, U.K

There was a knock on the door, the adolescent rushed downstairs to answer it. Opening the door, an attractive Indian adolescent stood there. "Maria." He spoke, "H..i." "Nice to see you too, she spoke." "My brother's out of the country, so..." "You'd like to stay here for a few days." "Yes, how did you know?" "Because I'm a genius." He spoke, trying to impress. At this point Maria laughed for a few seconds. "Harry, oh please, I'm well smarter than you." She paused for a moment and then spoke. "What was Einstein's biggest regret?" "Coming up with a formula that lead to the atomic bomb. How did Davros die, but not in the one where he comes back and steals the Earth?" "His ship flies into the jaws of the Nightmare child. How does Eddie Brock die, but not in the film?" "Cancer. In what country did that mad mayor come up with the rule that you could not die?" "France. How much longer is this going to last? What kind of question is that?" "Rhetorical. We should stop this. I'm closing the door before the dog gets out." Still in the same tone.

Maria stepped in, Harry closed the door behind her. "Did you hear about that Dick guy?" Harry asked as he closed the door "Wayne, Dick. The murderer slash pedophile. Yeah, my question is why would they let him out?" Whilst raising his pointing finger. Harry spoke "I think the better question is, who are "They". And what do they want with Wayne Dick?" As Maria sat down on one of the sofas, Harry asked "Do you have any idea, how long your brother's gonna be out of the country for?" She shrugged "I don't know, around a month. Where's your mother and sister?" "Well Meg's away at some competition and Mum's supporting her. So, a few weeks. Mum says it's my sort-of training of living on my own."

Texas, America.

"Right Wayne, all you have to do on air, is claim that you had autism and AuSpeaks had cured you." The woman spoke. "What? Autism Speaks, you have got to be pulling my leg so hard that it's coming off, then again those kids were autistic." A smile came to his face as he though about what he did. "Oh and don't be afraid to break into tears. That would work, crying sorry." "I don't mean to be ungrateful, but what are you doing this for?" "The first step in our new campaign. But if I told you anything about it, I'd have to kill you." Wayne laughed, but then the woman raised up a part of her coat, showing that she had a gun, Wayne's expression changed, his laughter stopped. "You're serious." "Do I look like I'm joking?" She replied.
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"One of the features I love about Halo 4, is that you can go online with more than one person from the console. Oh, duck." Maria's Spartan ducked, dodging a rocket. "Yeah. Oh, guy behind you." "Got him" He said as he threw and energy grenade at the guy. "Oh shi*, Chuck Norris." "The, Chuck Norris?" Maria asked, her tone showed a small sign of confusion. "Yeah, I've never killed him, I came close once, but I think I've already told you that story." Over the chat, Chuck spoke, he was around his late teens [He's an actual player on Xbox Live and he is really, really good, the story is true though, my friend ended up killing him.] "We meet again." He spoke, trying to make the moment seem dramatic.

He stepped out of a Warthog, his armor was EOD. He drew a Needler rifle and aimed. "There were two of us last time Chuck and we were able to beat you." Harry said into the mic. "Yeah" Chuck replied "But I've got upgrades." "Well, as you can see Chuck so do I, Commando armor and I've improved at the game itself." "Sniper rifles are only useful from a distance." Chuck pointed out "Well then it's a good thing I've got this" Harry spoke as he drew and energy hammer. "And what of you?" Chuck asked Maria "Well I've got a Type-51 and an energy sword."

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Five minutes later.
"Ha!" Yelled Chuck. As he opened fire. The two of them opened fire on Chuck, either hitting him or missing him, as he dashed about, attempting to dodge their attacks. Realizing that he wasn't going to be able to kill them this way, he got back inside the Warthog. Only to spot someone in an anti-air wraith. He took it for himself, in this time Harry and Maria were able to get into the Warthog. "Shi*" Maria uttered "He's tough. I honestly don't think we'll be able to beat him."

Texas, America.

An announcer voice said "You are watching discussion T.V. With your host Michael Moore."
The audience began to cheer and clap as Michael came from off stage and sat down. "Well, folks, on todays show. We got Wayne Dick. Who says he has a confession." Offstage Wayne was getting ready. The woman approached him. "Don't forget what we talked about Wayne." "I won't" he replied "You better not. Or It's back to prison for you." "All I have to do is go on T.V, tell two lies and that's it?" "I don't know." Said the woman "It depends on your performance."
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Moore spoke "Ladies and gentlemen. Mr Wayne Dick." From offstage, Wayne could here people booing and shouting things like "Sick!" "Psychopath!" "Monster!" They'd be sorry if he could pull this off. As Wayne walked on stage, the booing and shouting got louder as he sat down. "So, Mr Dick, I don't think you realise how much you upset not only the American public, but the world." "I do understand Michael." He slightly muttered. "Call me Mr Moore." Moore demanded. "And even if you understood that, here's something that will probably bring out how guilty you are. If you are truly sorry." On a screen behind them a picture of two young girls was shown. "Look into their eyes Mr Dick and say sorry."

A tear went down Wayne's face, causing Moore to look confused. "I'm sorry..." He uttered, trying to hide his tears. "I'm so, so sorry." More tears came from his eyes, at this point the audience began to realise this and went silent. The amount of tears became larger. Until he buried his head in his hands and began to shout, in an upset tone "I'M SORRY!!" he cried. Moore began to feel a tone of guilt and then he spoke "I'm sorry I misjudged you, Mr Dick."

Northern Ireland, U.K, two hours later.

"I can't believe that we actually killed Chuck." Harry said, with a tone of happiness and surprise. "Yeah, he was really pissed off." Maria laughed. "When you said you had my back, you weren't lying." She said in a tone of relief. "What should we do now?" Harry asked. "Well, we could always see the status of the Wayne Dick guy." She suggested. "Ok." Harry shrugged. Maria turned on the T.V. It was a repeat of Michael Moore's new show "Discussion T.V".

Texas, America.

Stepping into the car. Wayne and the woman exchanged glances. "What now?" He asked. "Well, I must say, Mr Dick. Do you really... "No" he interrupted "I'm just one hell of an actor, I was about to go into the movie business before that whole "incident"." "Well." She continued " The next step of our plan is about to commence." "What do you mean by "our" plan?" Wayne asked "Welcome aboard." She responded, whilst handshaking Wayne.

Northern Ireland.

"I knew his was making it all up, God damn it!" Harry muttered angrily. "He can't just go on T.V and say that!" "It appears he just did." Maria replied in an angry tone. "If he was "cured", if a "cure" was developed, we'd know about it before now. Wouldn't we?" "He isn't cured at-all came a voice." At this point Harry lifted a fire-poker that was next to the fireplace.
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“Put the weapon down, boy.” The voice was weak, the person sounded as-if they were in pain. As the person came into the clear. It became obvious. The person had been shot. Probably more than once, due to the amount of blood. He was black, with short hair.
“You should have gone to the hospital.” Harry pointed out as he put the weapon down. “I can’t.. I can’t do that.” “Why are you here?” Maria asked. “If you are the right people. Please god, let you be the right people, I have a.. I need your help. But first, do you have a first aid kit by any chance.

Texas, North America.

“Wayne.” The woman spoke. “I can’t tell you my real name yet, as I don’t trust you enough. Just to let you know. But, I’m going to give you your next assignment.” “As long as it’s not Opera.” Wayne implied in a slightly humorous tone “Actually Mr Dick, while you were in prison, she ended her show.” “It was a joke.” “I know.” She replied.

“What is it?” Wayne asked impatiently. “Another talk show?” “Yep. You’ll be talking about us and how great we are. She replied “Making us look like saints.”

Northern Ireland, the U.K another two hours later.

The man sat on the sofa. His head in one of his hands. Sitting on the other, were Harry and Maria, waiting for him to speak. His clothes were bloodstained. "Well?" Maria asked. "Well, what? I'm just taking a moment to catch my breath."
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Finally the man started speaking. “Right.” He said “Please god… Are you Some Bloke?” Harry nodded. “Depends on who’s asking that question.” “Don’t try to be cool, SB. It’s the most un-cool thing that a person can do. Well that and be racist, bigoted or a chav.  “Racist and bigoted can be the same thing.” Maria pointed out. “Harry, what is he talking about?” She asked. “You didn’t tell her?”  He asked Harry “Tell me what?” Maria replied. “It’s a long story. I didn’t know you well enough to tell you the whole story. Just one part of it.” “Wait. You’re the Some Bloke. All this time I should have realised.” “Can I continue?” The man asked in a sarcastic tone.

Harry nodded. “Ok. Well, Some Bloke, Harry whatever the hell you usually call yourself.  I’ve finally found you. You… I need your help.” “What for?” He asked “I was just getting to that part.” The man continued. “I need a way to sneak back into America. I trust you’ve been up to date with the Wayne Dick case. And don’t lie to me. You posted an angry rant about it.” “How did you know?” He asked. “He’s obviously been following your moves. Whilst trying to track you down.” Maria pointed out “But what do you need his help for? With, well getting back into the U.S.”
“You see.” The man spoke “They are goanna be looking for a black man with bloodstained clothes travelling alone. But with you guys, its just goanna make it a lot harder for They to track me down.”

“Plus you would gladly help me bring down well, Them.” “Just, who are They?...” Maria asked, but before the man could reply she spoke the words “Never mind.”

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I don't get it...

Google goanna....

^But I'll continue anyway.
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In another universe.

Leek sat over a computer consol, looking exhausted. Emer walked over. “Well Harry?” Emer asked. “Well what.” Leek replied. “Are any other universes that you’ve contacted infected?”  “Not yet.” He replied “Not yet. Lucky them.” He said in a tired tone.

In our universe. Northern Ireland, U.K.

“So what’s your name anyway?” Maria asked the man. “It’s Martin.” He replied.  
“I’m gonna need to stay the night. We leave tomorrow. “ “Wait, what, tomorrow.” Harry responded. “Who the hell’s gonna look after my dog?” “I knew you were going to ask that question. But don’t worry; I’ve a contact around here. They’ll be able to take care of him” Martin responded.” “But. How do we know you’re not some creepy pedo? “Harry asked.  “And that it was the police that shot you.” Maria continued.  “I also knew you would ask that question.” He replied.  “Firstly, you two know fine well that the police in this country don’t shoot people.  And secondly, paedophiles knock on the door. I was able to get because the door was unlocked. Only rapists and burglars do that.

“Well technically they come in through a window.” Harry pointed out.  “My point is. I have proof that I’m neither a pedo, rapist nor kidnapper.” “Really?” Maria asked in a slightly angry tone. At this point Martin reached into a shirt pocket and pulled out a wallet and opened it. Inside was an ID for the NSA. “The reason I want to stop them is the fact that they may become a threat to International security.

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The next morning.

“Got everything you need Some Bloke?” Martin asked.  “Outside of cyberspace, call me Harry.” He replied in a slightly irritated and bitter tone.  “Why may they become a threat to international security? May I ask, Martin?” “Work that out for yourself. You already know the answer Maria.” He replied. “They may, using Wayne Dick and their new campaign, brainwash the public of the entire planet.” “Cleaver girl.” Martin replied, trying to sound cool. “Due to what you said the other day…” “Yeah, I know.” He interrupted.

“You really don’t mind him calling you by that name, do you?” Maria whispered. “Nah. I just want a way to peeve him off.” He whispered back.   Giving him a funny look she asked. “Why?” “I don’t know.” He replied “I just feel like it.”

Warehouse, Texas, North America.

Outside the warehouse, the car pulled up. Wayne, the woman and two men stepped out. The men wore uniforms, each with a badge on them that represented the organization. “What the hell are we doing at this dump?” Wayne asked the woman. “You’ll see Wayne. You’ll see.” She replied in her usual, blank tone.  The two men stepped forward, one of them pulled out a key and turned a lock. A panel then opened. It was blank apart from numbers and a red light, a beam then came out of it as the man looked into it. He then entered a code, the doors opened. “Shall we go in Mr Dick?” She asked in her blank tone.

The four of them stepped inside. The doors shut behind them and lights began to come on. “Wow.” Wayne gasped.

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