May You Live in Interesting Times

Chapter 3

When we arrived at the office the next morning, we didn’t get much time to talk things over. Crime Stoppers had received a tip off that the killer was living in a terraced house in Crouch End. Naturally, we went mob handed which included full riot gear and body armour. In the end, it turned out to be nothing more than a man who had systematically killed almost all the local tomcats because they kept him awake at nights. Many of us felt like real idiots but the press seemed to be satisfied that we were taking the murders seriously.

We did finish the day with one less serial killer on the streets of London. Unfortunately for us, it was the wrong one but at least the press had something to crow about.

Rae gently poked the fin that she had GLOO'd onto the rat's back seventy-one and a half hours ago. The rat reacted only slightly. She tested the rat's sensitivity every five minutes until 71:55.

71:56... Poke... Nothing

71:57... Poke... Nothing

71:58... Poke... Nothing

My name is Tom. I am a 16 year old boy. I am the smallest in my class, with long brown hair, and very thin. Some think I am a girl when they see me from behind.

Today I was sitting in class when I felt a pain in my chest. I asked the math teacher: “Miss Jones, can I go to the bathroom?” She said yes.

I ran to the bathroom but it wasn't easy because of the pain. Once inside I entered a booth, sat on the toilet and took off my t-shirt. When I looked down at my chest I saw my nipples were hard and the skin around them was swollen.