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The next few days, Mr Evans was seen all around the place. He was talking with the neighbours for a few minutes, then moving off again. He was seen dusting the avenue with a broom. The neighbours thought he was just a bit mental (which wasn’t actually really strange. Number 2 had a demented cat.). He was also seen mowing his lawn with a scythe.
One day, Leena opened her eyes, and yawned. She picked up her daggers, went down the stairs, grabbed a roll, and walked out of the door. Leena walked across the street, and knocked on the door of Bill’s house. Bill answered the door.
‘You’re just in time for my invention!’ Bill said. He dragged Leena up 3 flights of stairs, and they went into Bill’s room. Bill’s room was a comfy room, if you ignored the scorch marks on almost every available surface.
Bill ran to the centre of the room, and picked up a weird contraption thing.
‘I think I’ve finally got it made,’ he said excitedly. ‘A contraption that can fry eggs!’ he brought a frying pan out, and put it on the thing. He then pressed a button, and put an egg in a slot. The machine lit a fire underneath the pan, and rolled the egg on the pan. The egg smashed, leaving shell all over the pan. A claw picked the egg shell pieces out. Some egg white dripped into the egg fryer. The machine stopped, and made a sputtering sound.
‘Duck!’ Bill yelled, and they both ran into the cupboard, Bill grabbing Fluffles, the fluffy white cat. There was a loud explosion. Bill peered around the door, grabbed his water bottle, and poured water on the fire. It fizzled, and went out.
‘Phew,’ Bill said. ‘Well, that’s definitely a failure.’
‘Yup,’ Leena said.
‘Well,’ Bill said, ‘what about that Mr Evans?’
‘Mr Evans?’ Leena said. ‘Is that the name of the guy we saw with the Barry’s best dog food truck?’
‘Yeah,’ Bill said. ‘My mum invited him over for dinner last night. He was really nervous. It was as if he had never really been around people before. In the end he left early.’
‘Weird,’ Leena said. ‘Anyway, can you help me erect the target board? I’ve just finished painting it.’
‘Alright,’ Bill said. ‘Let me just…’ he grabbed a box of donuts that had miraculously survived the egg fryer’s explosion, and pulled one out, along with some cat food for Fluffles. Then, they went outside.
Leena went inside her house and grabbed the target board. She rolled it down the steps, being careful not to make any noise. Her mum and dad were still sleeping. Leena brought the target board, and saw Bill waiting with a bottle of his home-made super glue, and Fluffles in his arms. The super-glue was made with a combination of different super-glues, and hardened in a minute after being squirted out. Leena took the bottle from Bill.
‘Hold this up for me, will you?’ she said. Bill lifted the circular board up, and Leena glued the back of it to the tree. They both crept up the stairs, and up into Leena’s room. Bill settled himself down on a bean bag, while Leena opened the window, and stared down at the target board. She took careful aim, and threw. It thunked into the target board. Just then, Mr Evans came out of his house. Leena threw another dagger. It thudded next to the first one. Mr Evans walked over to Leena’s house, and stared up at the window.
‘Hey!’ he called up. ‘What are you doing? You could kill yourself with those things!’ Leena leant out of the window.
‘I’ve done this before Mr Evans!’ she shouted back. ‘Don’t worry!’ just then, a bird landed on the window sill. Fluffles leapt for the window, and knocked Leena’s hand. The dagger slipped, and fell directly into Mr Evans’s leg!
‘Oh my!’ Leena exclaimed. She ran down the stairs, with Bill who had seen it as well.
‘Are you all right, Mr Evans?’ she asked.
‘Yes, quite all right,’ he said, inspecting the wound with interest. He pulled the dagger out of his leg. ‘I’ll be fine.’
‘Aren’t you hurt?’ Bill asked, worriedly.
‘Hurt?’ the Mr Evans asked. ‘Oh yeah, hurt!’ he hurriedly made a few pained noises, and clutched at his leg.
‘Well,’ he said, ‘I’ll be off then.’ Then, he walked off with an obviously fake limp.
‘What was that about?’ Bill asked.
‘I have no idea,’ Leena said. She knew that there was something strange about that man. And she was going to find out what it was.
Chapter 3
‘What,’ Bill asked for the 50th time, ‘are we doing here again?’
‘Gathering critical info on the suspect,’ Leena said.
‘And why,’ Bill said, ‘does that involve my binoculars?’ The two friends were crouching underneath Mr Evans’ window, and Leena was staring through the window with Bill’s binoculars. The curtains were opened, and Leena could see a dusty living room, and an even dustier staircase, with the dustiest coat on the dustiest coat hanger she had ever seen. The smell of lemons wafted out as usual, and there was a cornflake packet on the table. But Leena noticed something else.
‘There’s a large painting on the wall!’ she whisper-exclaimed, ignoring Bills grumbles of, ‘You could have just asked for the binoculars,’ ‘it says 100 A.D!’
‘Who cares?’ Bill said, as his stomach gurgled. ‘Say, do you want to go and get a donut? Or 10?’
‘This painting could be a clue!’ Leena said.
‘My stomach is giving me a clue,’ Bill said, as his belly gave another gurgle. ‘It says that I want a donut.’
‘Be quiet about your…Oh!’ Leena dived for cover behind a bush, dragging Bill with her. She peeked over the windowsill again. ‘Mr Evans has come back in!’ Mr Evans walked into the living room, and sat on the chair, letting out a large puff of dust. He poured some cornflakes for himself, and began eating. 2 hours later, Bill had gone and got some donuts, and had eaten a few, and Leena was beginning to doze off, when she was jolted awake by the noise of a scraping chair. Mr Evans had gotten up, and was walking out of the door!
‘Come on!’ Leena hissed to Bill, but Bill was finishing his 4th donut and wouldn’t move an inch.
‘O U Ithut E,’ he said through a mouthful of donut. Leena stood up, and crouched behind the bush as Mr Evans came out of his house. He stretched, yawned, and walked off. Leena followed him.
Mr Evans walked down the street, past the chickens in sunglasses having a pool party, past the big number 1 of a house, and walked straight across the corresponding road. He walked into the park, and soon swept into the forest. Leena crept behind him. Soon, Mr Evans reached the centre of the forest. He sat, and took a deep breath in.
‘Soon,’ he said, but his voice wasn’t his voice. It was rasping, low, and menacing. ‘Soon, I will conquer the world. I will destroy this pitiful place once and for all. I can wait. I have waited 1000 years, and I can wait. I must wait for next Saturday. Then, I can strike. The whole world will soon know the name of Viggo Armagno, destroyer of worlds, conqueror of cities, enslaver of galaxies. The whole world will soon know the name, of Viggo Armagno, the immortal.
One day, Leena opened her eyes, and yawned. She picked up her daggers, went down the stairs, grabbed a roll, and walked out of the door. Leena walked across the street, and knocked on the door of Bill’s house. Bill answered the door.
‘You’re just in time for my invention!’ Bill said. He dragged Leena up 3 flights of stairs, and they went into Bill’s room. Bill’s room was a comfy room, if you ignored the scorch marks on almost every available surface.
Bill ran to the centre of the room, and picked up a weird contraption thing.
‘I think I’ve finally got it made,’ he said excitedly. ‘A contraption that can fry eggs!’ he brought a frying pan out, and put it on the thing. He then pressed a button, and put an egg in a slot. The machine lit a fire underneath the pan, and rolled the egg on the pan. The egg smashed, leaving shell all over the pan. A claw picked the egg shell pieces out. Some egg white dripped into the egg fryer. The machine stopped, and made a sputtering sound.
‘Duck!’ Bill yelled, and they both ran into the cupboard, Bill grabbing Fluffles, the fluffy white cat. There was a loud explosion. Bill peered around the door, grabbed his water bottle, and poured water on the fire. It fizzled, and went out.
‘Phew,’ Bill said. ‘Well, that’s definitely a failure.’
‘Yup,’ Leena said.
‘Well,’ Bill said, ‘what about that Mr Evans?’
‘Mr Evans?’ Leena said. ‘Is that the name of the guy we saw with the Barry’s best dog food truck?’
‘Yeah,’ Bill said. ‘My mum invited him over for dinner last night. He was really nervous. It was as if he had never really been around people before. In the end he left early.’
‘Weird,’ Leena said. ‘Anyway, can you help me erect the target board? I’ve just finished painting it.’
‘Alright,’ Bill said. ‘Let me just…’ he grabbed a box of donuts that had miraculously survived the egg fryer’s explosion, and pulled one out, along with some cat food for Fluffles. Then, they went outside.
Leena went inside her house and grabbed the target board. She rolled it down the steps, being careful not to make any noise. Her mum and dad were still sleeping. Leena brought the target board, and saw Bill waiting with a bottle of his home-made super glue, and Fluffles in his arms. The super-glue was made with a combination of different super-glues, and hardened in a minute after being squirted out. Leena took the bottle from Bill.
‘Hold this up for me, will you?’ she said. Bill lifted the circular board up, and Leena glued the back of it to the tree. They both crept up the stairs, and up into Leena’s room. Bill settled himself down on a bean bag, while Leena opened the window, and stared down at the target board. She took careful aim, and threw. It thunked into the target board. Just then, Mr Evans came out of his house. Leena threw another dagger. It thudded next to the first one. Mr Evans walked over to Leena’s house, and stared up at the window.
‘Hey!’ he called up. ‘What are you doing? You could kill yourself with those things!’ Leena leant out of the window.
‘I’ve done this before Mr Evans!’ she shouted back. ‘Don’t worry!’ just then, a bird landed on the window sill. Fluffles leapt for the window, and knocked Leena’s hand. The dagger slipped, and fell directly into Mr Evans’s leg!
‘Oh my!’ Leena exclaimed. She ran down the stairs, with Bill who had seen it as well.
‘Are you all right, Mr Evans?’ she asked.
‘Yes, quite all right,’ he said, inspecting the wound with interest. He pulled the dagger out of his leg. ‘I’ll be fine.’
‘Aren’t you hurt?’ Bill asked, worriedly.
‘Hurt?’ the Mr Evans asked. ‘Oh yeah, hurt!’ he hurriedly made a few pained noises, and clutched at his leg.
‘Well,’ he said, ‘I’ll be off then.’ Then, he walked off with an obviously fake limp.
‘What was that about?’ Bill asked.
‘I have no idea,’ Leena said. She knew that there was something strange about that man. And she was going to find out what it was.
Chapter 3
‘What,’ Bill asked for the 50th time, ‘are we doing here again?’
‘Gathering critical info on the suspect,’ Leena said.
‘And why,’ Bill said, ‘does that involve my binoculars?’ The two friends were crouching underneath Mr Evans’ window, and Leena was staring through the window with Bill’s binoculars. The curtains were opened, and Leena could see a dusty living room, and an even dustier staircase, with the dustiest coat on the dustiest coat hanger she had ever seen. The smell of lemons wafted out as usual, and there was a cornflake packet on the table. But Leena noticed something else.
‘There’s a large painting on the wall!’ she whisper-exclaimed, ignoring Bills grumbles of, ‘You could have just asked for the binoculars,’ ‘it says 100 A.D!’
‘Who cares?’ Bill said, as his stomach gurgled. ‘Say, do you want to go and get a donut? Or 10?’
‘This painting could be a clue!’ Leena said.
‘My stomach is giving me a clue,’ Bill said, as his belly gave another gurgle. ‘It says that I want a donut.’
‘Be quiet about your…Oh!’ Leena dived for cover behind a bush, dragging Bill with her. She peeked over the windowsill again. ‘Mr Evans has come back in!’ Mr Evans walked into the living room, and sat on the chair, letting out a large puff of dust. He poured some cornflakes for himself, and began eating. 2 hours later, Bill had gone and got some donuts, and had eaten a few, and Leena was beginning to doze off, when she was jolted awake by the noise of a scraping chair. Mr Evans had gotten up, and was walking out of the door!
‘Come on!’ Leena hissed to Bill, but Bill was finishing his 4th donut and wouldn’t move an inch.
‘O U Ithut E,’ he said through a mouthful of donut. Leena stood up, and crouched behind the bush as Mr Evans came out of his house. He stretched, yawned, and walked off. Leena followed him.
Mr Evans walked down the street, past the chickens in sunglasses having a pool party, past the big number 1 of a house, and walked straight across the corresponding road. He walked into the park, and soon swept into the forest. Leena crept behind him. Soon, Mr Evans reached the centre of the forest. He sat, and took a deep breath in.
‘Soon,’ he said, but his voice wasn’t his voice. It was rasping, low, and menacing. ‘Soon, I will conquer the world. I will destroy this pitiful place once and for all. I can wait. I have waited 1000 years, and I can wait. I must wait for next Saturday. Then, I can strike. The whole world will soon know the name of Viggo Armagno, destroyer of worlds, conqueror of cities, enslaver of galaxies. The whole world will soon know the name, of Viggo Armagno, the immortal.