Final+story+ The+Rat+Trap

5th draft from Sean Choi (scene 1) It was a one very dark, windy, and quiet day in Oxford, England. Charlie, a not tall but not short man with blue eyes and long hair wearing jeans and winter sweater walked toward his Rat Trap factory through a very narrow path where no other people go through. Only rats or dirty animals go through there. He was waking for nine seconds through the narrow path and saw something small piece of paper lying down on the ground. Charlie thought that it was a bill of money so he picked it up. However, he noticed that it wasn't bills of money; it was a bunch of small newspapers that flew to this narrow path. After reading those newspapers for 20 seconds, he soon was paralyzed and froze for more than 30 seconds. There was the word "DEAD" in the title of the article in huge letters. Charlie wanted to know from where, so he read and looked for more details. He found out that a worker from his factory died. He found a picture of his mate dead with marks of bites from rats. Charlie screamed “BLOOOODDDYYY HEEELLLL!!!!! WHY IS THAT MATE DEAD?!?!?!” Charlie ripped the paper in rage and sadness and also curiosity at the same time. Charlie was very scared too, but he couldn't do nor say anything but just sigh and return to his Rat Trap factory and work hard. He walked toward his Rat Trap factory with sadness and fear.

5th draft- Maria Tower It was a gloomy, windy, quiet day in London, England as Charlie was walking to the Rat Trap Factory where he worked. He had his long trench coat snuggled over his tall, firm build and his tan colored burney hat covering his sleek brown hair. He strolled along the cobble stoned street where the few wealthy men with cars inched by him. You could hear the rustling of leaves as they fell from trees and the birds chirping above as they flew south for it was almost winter. Charlie squinted his eyes as he saw something flying in the distance. It looked like a tiny bird flying aimlessly through the wind, making Charlie smile. The smile drifted away as he glanced down at his copper pocket watch that read 9:05am. He then picked up his pace for he was five minutes late for work. Out of the corner of his green sparkly eyes he saw the bird coming straight at him. "What kind of bird is that?" he thought to himself, " One that wafts side to side. It seems to be a bit drunk." Before he could react, the bird smacked him right in the face. Simultaneously, he came to a complete stop coming to realize that it wasn't a bird at all. A little panicked, Charlie grabbed the object off his face noticing it was just a newspaper. He let out a shaky breath of relief. He then began to crumple the paper until he caught a glimpse of the words RAT TRAP FACTORY written in big, black letters in the front. Shock and curiosity ran through his mind as he started to unravel it. "Could it be? No, that isn't possible for it has been years since it happened. Well, just maybe." Charlie murmured under his breath. He leaned against a cold brick wall to flatten it out. His eyes scanned the paper quickly and saw the word "death" which sent chills down his spine. His eyes grew bigger and his hands began to shake as he read through. "One man reported dead at the Rat Trap Factory. The body was found 12am, November 7. Detectives report gnaw marks on his legs and arms. Cause of death still unknown. ...." Flabbergasted, Charlie lifted his head hoping this wasn't true.He shook his head in disbelief thinking "Bloody hell, another death! Things aren't what they used to be" The old fella at the corner gave Charlie curious looks as he passed him. "Hey, lad, you a'righ there? You look a bi' li' headed." the old man questioned "O-oh y-yes, I-I jus'.. I'm fine" Charlie struggled to say. As Charlie walked away he hid the paper behind his back. He then neatly folded the wrinkly newspaper up, stuck it in his pocket, and continued to walk to work as if nothing had happened.

Scene 2, Daniela Mora and Lucia - 4th Draft

As Charlie came into view of the factory, the woman at the entrance turned and smiled. There he was, running down the street, his feet hitting the pavement with a thump. His brown hair was bobbing up and down, covering his gorgeous green eyes as he ran toward her. Mildred’s breath quickened as he got closer, her heart palpitating so fast she thought it would burst out of her chest and fall into his arms. Before she knew it there he was, right in front of her. “Im….sorry” Charlie said between breaths, unable to catch air. “My cloc’ wouldn’ ring dis morning, please don’ ma'k me” he smiled, pleadingly. “We-ll I-I gu-guess” she stammered as though she had just run a mile. She cleared her throat and began again “Well I guess dat doesn’ matta” she blushed a little “I mean, who eva died for being 15 minutes late?” with that she leaned in, so close to him that she could feel his heartbeat and whispered “We’ll just pre’end this neva happened”. She then smiled at him, and winked as she took his card, and checked him in… as early. “Thanks alo’ Mildred, i’s means a lo’ to me”. He said, nudging her shoulder. Just then he saw her, coming toward him, her long black hair moving in the cold wind, his love, his one and only, Star Rellik. Charlie immediately let go of Mildred’s hands, and turned to face Star. “Well, hullo” Star pronounced smiling sweetly at Charlie, kissing him on the cheek. She too had feelings for him, but they were taking their time. Her smile took Charlie into a roller coaster of emotions, and when he looked at her cool black eyes, he just couldn’t look away. "She is as beautiful as anyone can possibly be," he thought. “Hi” Star murmured coldly at Mildred. Tom, a dear friend of Charlie's, and Star and Mildred's lonely co-worker walked into the office even later than Charlie. “Well Tom” began Mildred, “yeh’re tardy again.” She shook her head disapprovingly, and marked him late, for the third time that week. Mildred had never cared for Tom, there was something suspicious, sneaky about him. Unfortunately he was Charlie’s friend, therefore he had to be treated nicely, but sometimes it was just so hard to do. Mildred, was not a patient person, and Tom just put her nerves on the edge. “Bu’ common Mildred” he groaned in annoyance, “I wasn’ even tha’ la’e, plus Charlie was late too”. “Im sorre Tom, can’t make more exceptions,” responded Mildred, standing her ground, she knew Tom was getting angry, she could tell by the way his eyes grew bigger and bigger. “I’s the rules,” she continued, shrugging her shoulders. Tom paced around the entrance nervously, pulling his hair and muttering curse words. Finally he moved toward the desk and said: “I know wha’ you’re problem is” he announced “You’re a fat old bloated cow who make’s everyone’s life miserable." Mildred would not take it, she stormed out from behind the desk, put one finger on Tom’s chest and said, “Well who a'e you to speak, huh? Yor'e the creepiest persun alive, who has no friends at oll”. Charlie was about to step in, he had to do something but as soon as he was going to, Star pulled him back.  “What do you think you’re doing,” Star whispered.  “But he’s my friend,” answered Charlie, dignified. “I mus’ do some’hing”.  “Just leave them alone Charlie,” snapped Star rudely, taking grab of his arm, holding it so hard it made Charlie wince. “Tom’s a big fellow, he can fend for himself”. She then let go of his arm briskly, lifted her chin proudly, and smiled to herself, enjoying the scene before her.  “Why are you soo obnoxious?” hollered Tom, who was still upset. “You know how haurd it is for me! And I live da fardes’ away!” “Well then why don’ you ge’ your barmy fa’ buttocks to wake up ealier,” answered Mildred. “Talking abou’ fat!” exclaimed Tom “Have you looked in he mirror?” “You, you.." muttered Mildred, who wasn’t very good at comebacks. “You barmy pillock! Just go away!” “Bloody hell Mildred!” yelled Tom, slamming his hand on the desk so hard it made the hairs on Charlie’s neck stand. “Jus’ give me one more, one more chance! I promise I won’ be la’e anymore”.  “I already told you,” exclaimed Mildred, exasperated “I’s the rules! Now ge’ your bloody self ou’ of my office!” Her face became red as she said this, and Star couldn’t help but snicker at the sight.  “Oh, because I am soo scared of your’ big ugly self!” mocked Tom.  “Ge’ ou’! Ge’ ou’!” shrieked Mildred, just as she turned and saw Charlie heading toward the factory entrance. She wanted to stop him and apologize. She wanted to tell him that she didn’t mean to do this, that she was not normally like this, that she was a nice person, but with Tom always around, it was so hard for her to keep her patience. “You will regret this,” whispered Tom, under his breath as he headed toward the entrance “You will pay." He was about to walk out the door when he stopped abruptly and turned around, a smile plastered across his face. He strode toward Mildred, swift as a cat, and moved close to her, so close he could feel her sweat and said: “Oh and by the way Mildred, people //can// die for fifteen minue’s”. He then glided toward the door, leaving Mildred, shaking, cold as ice.

**__David Li Scene 2__**

“Hey Mildred.” said Charlie as he entered the factory with a gasp, “Sorry for coming in tardy. My glaikit clock wouldn’t ring this forenoon, please don’t mark me tardy.”

Mildred is the person in charge who’s in the factory and who’s absent. She’s also the factory’s supper server.

Mildred hesitated for a moment. But then she said, “Fine, but this is the only time I’m going to not mark y—“

Charlie quickly grabbed her hands, snogged it twice to pretend that he was really thankful to her (Charlie never liked the olde, bloater, “has no brain” lady) and quickly said “Thank ye thank ye thank ye so much! This means a lot to me see ya later bye!”

Mildred’s chevy chase blushed as she watched Charlie going to his office.

He ran towards his office, sat on his chair, took out his computer, and started to working … Well, pretending to work. All he’s doing is typing some random letters.

As Charlie typed his ridiculous yet pathetic letters, his beautiful girlfriend Star Rellik came by.

“ Hey Charlie.” said Star with a sweet voice.

“ Hi Star” said Charlie with his chevy chase blushed.

Star then let out a shriek, and jumped, thinking that a creature had tad her. Tom, Charlie’s best friend, started laughing hardly.

“What are ye laughing at?” snapped Star.

“Nuffin’ really. Just wanted to say hi to my awesome mucca Charlie.” Tom answered.

“Is that so…” said Star, “aren’t ye suppose to be in yer own office working on some new rat traps?”

Tom’s face got red like fire and shouted with rage, “Who dae ye think ye are!? My guvnor!?

“No, I’m just sure that ye ’re the murderer that killed the workers. And I hae proof.”

“ ye will regre—“

“Now, now. Both of ye chill,” Charlie interrupted, “lets go eat supper shall we? My stomach is begging for food now. Plus, Tom couldn’t be the murderer, he’s a noice bloke and he’s my dogs bollocks mucca. No mucca of mine would dae such thing.”

Star said calmly, like a detective “So what? He knows a lot of things about rats, he loves rats, he has a tons of rats in his house—”

“Stalker!” interrupted Tom, pointing the middle finger at her (Tom’s a bad man especially if you piss him off)

“ shut up both of ye. Jesus, let’s just go to the cafeteria to hae some supper …” said Charlie.

Charlie sighed for a moment, and then went to the cafeteria with his mates. Charlie waited in the cafeteria queue, waiting for his turn to get his dish. As Charlie got his food, Mildred added a pudding, pudding.

“Thanks Mildred, that’s very noice of ye.” Said Charlie with a smile (pudding Charlie’s favourite dessert ).

“ Ye ’re welcome…”said Mildred shyly. Her face blushed, her heart, pumping faster than the speed of light (well not really, I’m just exaggerating obviously).

Anyways, after that, Charlie sat at his table eating with Star whilst the couple ate their supper, Tom was having a fight with the olde, bloater bint.

“That ain’t fair! Ye gave a pudding to Charlie and ye won’t give a pudding to me?!” shouted Tom, “I’m a good man olde lady and if ye don’t give a pudding to me ye will regret!”

“Hmph,” said Mildred, covering her lugholes, “I can’t hear anything so ye can’t hear anything either.”

“ Ye can say all ye want about me but ye ’re gonna feel sorry for me bleedin' soon.” Murmured Tom, glaring at her.

Tom then put his dish on the table. Then he bent down the floor, no one knows what he’s doing. “What are ye doing Tom?”

“ nothin’,” as Tom interrupted Star. He quickly stood up and went to eat his lunch.

Leila Draft 5- Mildred's Death As the clock struck 12:15, the news spread like an epidemic through the factory, traveling through mazes of whispers and cries and tears and then coming to rest in the ears of our very own Charlie Burkes. Mildred was dead. There were rumors of how it happened of course, but none seemed likely. Charlie wondered if Mildred had “walked” into a knife as some claimed? Tripped over the cord of the meat grinder, fallen perilously into an unwanted death and cut up like a piece of mutton? Had a bloody, violent heart attack resulted in the death? But none of those theories seemed just right, for Charlie heard that Mildred was found with an array of gnawing marks running down her forearms and pants. That blood spouted from her open mouth like a fountain. That her eyes were rolled back to reveal milky, white pupils and that her face was contorted into an expression of the purest fear. A scream caught in the back of her throat. A cry strangled by her death. And then nothing, nothing at all. At 12:25, Charlie rushed to the scene of the crime just in time to find Star Rellick sitting silently in the corner, propped up against the industrial walls, staring. A few shaking factory workers circled Mildred J. Beckon’s body. Charlie peered over their heads. The corpse was sprawled across the floor, leaking rivers of crimson liquid, which flowed out of her body like an open faucet. Gushing. Charlie Burkes opened his mouth and screamed. At 12:30, the entire factory gathered around Mildred J. Beckon’s corpse and stood in an ominous silence, murmuring to each other. “She wasn’t even 30 years.” “Mad world we live in. Mad.” “Who could’a done’ it?” At 12:35, people began the accusations. They needed someone to blame. “It had to be Joe.” “You look migh’ty supicious.” “Liar! It was you!” Tom was being quiet. Too quiet. “’Ey Tom!” a worker screamed, “You ain’t said anything. Nervous? Maybe you done it!” “Ya!” chimed in another, “You seem real nervous” “AND I heard you had fight this mornin’ with her” another worker shouted, signaling with his hand to the corpse, not wanting to meet it with his eyes. “I DID NOT murder Mildred! I would never bloody murder anyon-“ Tom started. But was interrupted by a very pretty voice saying, ”We ‘aven’t seen you since this morning.” Everyone turned to look at Star Rellick in surprise. “Hey she’s right.” “I swear I di’nt see him after check-in!” “Its true! Its true!” “I di’int do it! I swea’! I promise! Please!” Tom screamed. The factory workers advanced, spitting insults. Star Rellick smiled. “STOP IT! Stop it all ye’ blokes! I was with Tom since the mornin’. He couldn’t have done it.” Charlie Burkes stood in the middle of the crowd holding his hand up high. Tom sent him a quick, grateful grin and rapidly scampered out the room, leaving the doors swinging behind him. The factory workers reluctantly left their accusations hanging dead in midair. But now a new question had evoked for them. If Tom didn’t kill Mildred, who did? And then in half panic they realized that the murderer was still somewhere in the factory. Not caught. Not convicted. And the truth that they all wondered about as Mildred J. Beckon’s corpse was taken out to the dumpster by the alleyway was, “Who would be the next victim?

isabella 3rd draft- scene 4

Draft 3:

After Tom had abruptly left the room, and the doors had stopped swaying back and forth, Star was the first to speak. "Well, wha' ya think about tha', eh Charlie?" Charlie just concentrated on his work, still not liking the fact that everyone was fussing at Tom, even when Charlie told them to stop. "Em, yeah. Bu' I still don't think i' was Tom. He would nevah hu't a fly." "Well, he would nevah hu't a rat eithah," this little remark made everyone who heard it chuckle under their breath. "Ey, dont be so ha'd on 'im. Sure he has a pet rat and 'e's always spi'in out rat facts, bu' he's a good man. Like I said, he would nevah hu't a fly or a rat for that mattah, and I dont want you oll pickin' on him so much." This made the entire room fall silent. No one knew what to say, no one except Star, she always new what to say and she seemed strangely fascinated in this particular subject. "Ri' then Charlie, who do ya think i' was, eh?" Star asked, raising one eyebrow a bit. "If you ah so sure it wasnt Tom, then who else could it be?" Charlie didn't like arguing with Star. If they were ever going to get past just being friends, they would have to agree on most things, especially big things like this. "I -I mean, you oll could be ri' abou' Tom. Bu' I jus' dont think so. I have no ideah who it could be, bu' I dont think it was Tom," Charlie didnt think he was arguing back in any way, but just stating his opinion. "Charlie think abou' it, would ya? Tom was the only pu'son in this entire room who don't like Mildred. For God's sake, he would a'gue with her every bluhdy day," the man sitting on the other side of Charlie exclaimed. "Cha'lay, I belayve Stah," the woman sitting across from Charlie said. 'Its jus' Tom's my friend, I dont think we can pin the blame on anyone qui'e ye'. Jus', jus' drop it, kay?" Charlie said. At that everyone stopped talking about it except Star. "Charlie, lis'en tuh me," Star said in a hushed tone, waving her hand signaling Charlie to lean in closer. "Whe'e do ya think Tom was those five extrah minutes aftah break, eh?" Charlie shrugged, "I dont know, the bothrum?" Well," she exclaimed, "I think I saw 'im wo'k to the front of the factory whe'e Mildred wo'ked. Wha' do ya think abou' tha'?" Charlie really did not want to argue with the love of his life. He did not want to go against his best friend either. So he simply said, "I think we should stop to'king abou' this subject befor' Tom comes back." He tried to say this in the sweetest way possible, but Star had a strange look on her face. It was a mix between hatred, sorrow, and determination. Charlie didn't know what else to say. He didn't want to bring up Mildred's murder again, but that seemed to be the thing on everyone's mind. So Charlie then continued with, "But how strange ri'? Gna' ma'ks oll ovah her boday. How did those ge' the'e?" Star replied with a very stern, "You we'e ri', we should stop to'king abou' this. Y-you know, so Tom won' 'ear us, t-tha's why we should stop." And then she began to work again, but Charlie noticed she wasn't being herself. She normally worked so smoothy, like she was a pro at it, but now she was being very awkward and twitchy. She would mumble things to her self every now and again like, "Bloody 'ell, i hate him." And sometimes, "Da'n you, Tom, you could 'ave been a bi' mo'e obvious," that what Charliw could make out, but he wasn't quite sure what she was saying so he just ignored her and kept on with his work.


 * Samantha Ward Scene 5, Draft 4**

Silence was evident during the afternoon shift. Only gears and conveyor belts made slight, yet loud, creaks. Star and Charlie toiled on as Tom returned to the line. An aura of discomfort floated around their station. Tom’s rat, Scabbers, was the only company he had in a crowded factory. Scabbers and Tom were in deep in conversation while he worked on, fixing the machines. By perching Scabbers on his shoulder, Tom did his best to keep him out of harms way. Star curiously gazed on with her glassy eyes, but minded not to stray from her work of turning the traps on the conveyor belt. “Whawt a harribely strange chap.” Star slyly thought to herself. “Why caun’t he make anay human friends? He is just so earritating.” Charlie himself was a little confused. As Tom’s best friend he knew of Tom’s strange fondness for rats. What Charlie didn’t understand was why Tom was working in a factory that created death traps for rats. He never asked though, he didn’t want to hear Tom ramble on about rats, although it was inevitable. Tom’s knowledge of rats was inconceivably vast and unique. Thousands of facts, of rats and their kin, floated around in Tom’s mind, 8,760 hours of the year. Tom often spilled his thoughts, even though no one really cared to listen. Tom was the kind of man who rode alone. He was fond of company, though not usually the human variety. “Did you know, there are more of you rauts than people in Brit’n?" Tom began his rant, but focused his words to Scabbers. “Thies is probabely becawse you could produce around 2,000 pups per year.” No one said anything; no one knew what to say. Charlie shuddered at the thought of rats taking over his beloved country. He also quivered at Tom’s raising level of strangeness. He liked Tom but he was beginning to really act abnormal, to a level that made Charlie question their friendship.  “Although your relatieves often live in di’ty places, they are actualley clean creat’res who spend much of their daay grooming each oth’r. But you know that, you clean little chum. ”  “Well that is just delightful.” Star rudely remarked.  “ You //would// think so.” Tom whispered under his breath, in a soft tone only Scabbers could here. He squeaked back and Star gawked their way. The truth was, Tom thought there was something a little ratty about Star. Something he couldn’t comprehend. Star had an odor, a smell of rodent. Tom didn’t know how he could smell it, nor how he could explain the smell. He just knew it was there. He knew she was strange, abnormal. But Charlie was his best friend and he did his best no to upset him. Although he knew, in his heart, that Charlie was changing and he knew is was because of Star. “You will eat anaything from soap to dead boadies,” Tom returned to his banter with Scabbers. “All though you especially like the taste of aupples, like Star.” “Yes,” She replied. “Maney people do like aupples.” Star didn’t like Tom. Tom was too nosy for Star’s liking. He knew too much, he wanted to know too much. He was a quiet, sly busybody, and she didn’t care for his presence. Her uncomfortable response halted the conversation, at least between the humans. Scabbers and Tom continued to enjoy each other’s company. Charlie had been rather quiet that day. Star’s aucusations of Tom had left a bitter taste in his mouth, and in his mind. “Maybe Star was right? Maybe Tom really was the killer? “ Charlie’s mind begun to spin like the gears in his machine. “Tom has always been a little strange, a little abnormal, a little off the beaten trail. Maybe his queer ways are queerer than they seem? Could he have committed such a sin? Is he really a sly and foul person? But how would Star know? She always knows what is going on, she always has an answer for everaything.” His gears began to spin faster. “Nothing is wrong with Stah. Shay is the love of my life. She is beautiful, kind and looving. But Tom is my frien’. Yes, he is a little peculier but a true friend he has always been.” All of a sudden all the gears stopped. Scabbers had fallen onto the line. His leg hit one of the traps and snapped instantly in half. Little trickles of rat blood began to flow across the machine. Tom cried out but Star cried louder. She fell grabbing //her// leg. Immediately Tom reached for Scabbers, as Charlie reached for Star. “Ohh Star, what hahppened? Are you awlright?” Star clutched her knee as Tom worked frantically, but carefully, to free Scabbers from the trap. “Well I went lunging to save Scawbbers, uhh the rawt, and I must hawve twisted my knee o’ something. Bloody hell.” Charlie bent down and heroically scooped Star’s delicate body. She continued to clutch her knee as Tom finally freed the limp, gray rat. Everyone watched, stunned, as Star was taken to the infirmary. To her fellow factory workers, Star was brave. Only one being knew the truth and he couldn’t tell anyone.

Eduardo Schahin, Scene 6, Draft Six (I put draft five at the scene six page) Draft Six The bell rang loud and echoed throughout the factory. It was finally snack time. The hallways became crowded as a slow moving mass of tired men headed for the meal hall. Charlie walked with slow, heavy steps, and was one of the first to arrive at the door. He went to the food line, where a single woman now had to take care of all the workers’ demands, and got a full mug of beer to ease his nerves. He sat on an old metal table with two wooden benches on the sides, and greeted his mate Tom as he sat on the opposite bench. Soon the table was almost full, except for a spot Charlie saved next to him for Star, who arrived a little late (according to her, the nurse took a long time to examine her knee). Charlie dug his right hand deep in his pockets. He took out his snack, wrapped in the same worn tablecloth he used every day, reached for his hard bread and ham sandwich, and left his oatmeal biscuit aside. “Oi, mate, can I have that biscuit of yers?” Tom asked, looking straight at it. “As always, the bum fo’got to bring his snack. What happened now, huh? Did Scabbers eat it in the morning?” Star never liked the fact that Tom was always borrowing things from Charlie, especially when he didn’t give them back. “Ye know, rats share everything among themselves, unlike you, Stah.” “Shut up, ye fat ol’ pig!” Star wouldn’t let Tom have the last word. “Can’t ye just stop arguing, please? Yes, mate, you can have that biscuit.” Charlie was tired of Star’s comebacks, even though he loved her with all his heart. He rose from his seat, and went to refill his beer mug.  As Tom flavored the biscuit, Star grew even angrier. She never liked him, and she always had her doubts about him. Today, she decided to finally share her suspicions with him. “So, Tom, where were ye after morning break? Ye arrived fifteen minutes late.” “I already told ye. I went to the front of the factory to take some air for meself after morning break.” Tom was quite cross at his description, since he hadn’t forgotten about Star’s earlier remark about his whereabouts. “Only one mo’e question. Wasn’t Mildred ‘round there, too?” “I really don’t know, Stah. My only company there was ol’ Scabbers. Now, why don’t ye just keep yer questions to yerself?” Tom was really //not// enjoying Star’s questions. “I don’t know, Tom, if I can believe yer version. Ye and Mildred were at the same place, at the same time…” “What are ye insinue’ting, ye bloke?” Tom’s patience with Star’s suspicion was over. “That ye were at the same place Mildred was, at the same bluhdy time, and that ye came out all right, while ol’ Mildred’s corpse came out in a bag.” <span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-indent: 35.4pt;">“Aye, Stah’s right!” One worker yelled. <span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-indent: 35.4pt;">“He ha’ gotten in a fight with Mildred earlier, hadn’t he?” Another worker remarked. <span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-indent: 35.4pt;">Soon, the entire hall was filled with cries of “Murderer!” and Tom tried to defend himself in vain. Charlie left the line for the drinks in a hurry, and he rushed to assist his friend. <span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-indent: 35.4pt;">“Ye know what? I could’ve just killed ye, Stah, ye fat, good for nothing buttock!” Tom yelled at the top of his lungs, filled with rage. <span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-indent: 35.4pt;">Charlie stopped short. Could it be that…? Could Tom have actually… killed Mildred? The entire room was silent now. <span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-indent: 35.4pt;">“Ye know I didn’t mean…” Tom staggered, “I didn’t mean that I… Charlie, ye know that I would nevah hut a fly!” <span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-indent: 35.4pt;">After a long pause, Charlie finally opened his mouth: <span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-indent: 35.4pt;">“How could ye evah do such…such…such a horrible thing, mate?” <span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-indent: 35.4pt;">“But I didn’t do it! I swear!” Tom cried, tears running down his cheeks. <span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-indent: 35.4pt;">“Liar!” The workers yelled, and one even threw his beer mug at Tom. <span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-indent: 35.4pt;">“Ge’ ou’!” Star hollered at him. “Or we will call the police!” <span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-indent: 35.4pt;">“Don’t bothah,” Tom answered. “I will go there meself, and see who thay believe in!”

**//Scene 7- Gustavo Angulo (draft 4)//** The streets of London were misty that night. The only person visible from miles away was Charlie. He had been walking down the same street for a bit over an hour now, and his feet had begun to get tired, but he had to keep walking. He had to smooth things over with Tom, they were friends after all. At last he came to Tom's street, then to his house. The gloomy appearance of the house sent a chill down his body. The house seemed abandoned, and he began having second thoughts if he should have even come. He rehearsed once again what he was going to say to Tom, even though he had practiced what he was going to say on the way there over and over again. He looked like a loony talking to himself out there. He took a step forward and stepped in front of the door.

Gary Hartman draft 4

Charlie opened the rusted and wooded barrier. Charlie swung open the door and looked into the room. His face turned pallid, drops of sweat running down his neck, and eyes wide open. Charlie’s hands were shaking, his face scrunched. Charlie didn’t breath for a minute until his brain finally took in the image of his best friend Tom,hung by his neck from the ceiling of his house with a big, brown, gnarled rope. Charlie was disgusted, Toms head was hanging down, blooding pouring from his mouth ran down his chest and made a small puddle of blood on the floor. Toms wasn’t wearing a shirt, Charlie could see scratch marks running down Toms chest. Charlie took a close look at Toms body he noticed that there were little red marks on Toms body they looked more like small bites, small hard bites. Charlie noticed that the floor was dirty which was awkward because Tom was a neat freak. Charlie could smell a perfume, which puzzled Charlie because it was a perfume for a woman, but Charlie also recognized the perfume but couldn't remember were he had smelled it before. Charlie could feel and hear the wind blowing through the house, it sounded as if the wind was coming from the back door, which Tom never used because he didn’t like to go into his back yard. Charlie looked down and found Toms eyes on the ground witch wasn't a big surprise because he had noticed that Toms eyes were missing as soon as he saw his body. There were a lot of things that were awkward and didn’t make sense, but Charlie couldn't figure out who would do this or if Tom had done this to him self

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As the door creaked open, Charlie turned around, stupefied. There stood a figure, a slim figure of a lady with her hair waving in the chill London wind. As he looked up, Charlie squinted to make out the silhouette in the distance. Time stopped. Something wasn’t right, something was out of place. Shaking, Charlie felt an ice cold wind. A dark, evil, and cold aura filled the room. He quickly scrambled to his feet, constantly tripping over himself. He didn’t know what was happening, but he was sure it wasn’t good. That’s when the lady made her move. In one instant, she was almost on top of him. Up the creaky stairs he ran, right after kicking the horrible lady in the stomach. It was a horrible sensation, as if she had a bunch of bodies in her. He kept running from the unknown to the unknown. As he reached the top of the flight of stairs, he stopped to listen, for he dared not to look back. A small sound, first only a whisper, as if tiny little feet were scurrying, their little nails scratching the old wood floor. It got louder and louder, Charlie kept moving, even more frightened not knowing which mysterious but certain death would await him if he didn’t escape. Charlie ran quickly, puzzled over who or rather what was after him. He kicked the door open to reveal what appeared to be Tom’s room, nothing but a bed, a broken radio. Charlie got inside the room and bolted the door only second before meeting resistance. He was trying to find where to hide, finding nothing. As something or rather somethings started bashing the door, He decided to escape through the window, the door was about to give away. He tried open the window. Jammed. He punched the window, getting glass between his knuckles. The door opened with a SLAM! and without thinking twice Charlie jumped. But he wouldn’t give up, not until he was safe back home. He looked back at the window, surprised to see nothing. But, he still felt uneasy, as if this wasn’t over yet. He decided to be cautious, at least until he was somewhere safe. He rushed home, stumbling over his bruised body.

As Charlie got home, he sat on his bed to breathe, but mostly to think, his heart was beating. Fast. He felt his heart would burst out of his chest, he had to find some answers .Fast. This case was too much for him alone, he couldn’t take it. This had to go to somebody higher up. Charlie grabbed his coat and was about to left for the police station, He walked for 12 minutes, Only to hear the little sound of the paws scurrying again. He started to panic, his heart racing again, he checked up, then to the left, then to the right. Nothing. Then Charlie looked down, into the sewer right on the sidewalk he was on. He fell back with the force of the push that came within. As he lay in the floor he looked back to see his attacker, he was about to recognize the slick silhouette when the woman opened her mouth. As he stared in terror, at those horrible rat like teeth. But what really scared him was what came out. As he stared, a giant gray body came out of the mouth, then to then 3 and soon dozens. Charlie finally recognized the woman but by then it was to late. Everything he tried to scream was drowned by a thousand gray bodies devouring him.

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It was a dark, cold November night. There was no moon and the wind was quite strong. Star was walking home from work at the factory with her long grey overcoat on. The street lights flickered every now and then, and the buildings around her cast eerie shadows all over the street, but she just kept on walking. Huddling up in her over coat with her hands deep inside her pockets, a newspaper clipping whirled by. Star picked it up with her small pale hands.

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"The factory around the corner of the block where the bread store named Hedrick’s Breads is has experienced yet another tragic murder. After several incidents that were documented, all were reported having gnawed marks all over the bodies. Charlie Burkes is dead. His funeral will be held on November 17th.”-- =====

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Star smiled. Her mouth opened slightly, as if to chuckle, but no sound came out. But still her mouth stood open. A long pink tail whipped out of her mouth as quick as lighting. Star's eyes darted wide open she and snapped her mouth shut. She scanned around to see if anyone saw, but the street was abandoned as it always was at 9:30 on a night like this. The lady, known as Star to her fellow friends, stuffed the article in her overcoat and kept walking through the cold foggy night of Friday, November 13, 1864. =====