Hi, matzo A.K.A the milkbottle here. I Have been writing a story based on the two series of the war of the worlds, i have done the first couple of chapters in rough with images, iwill post it in my next post BEWARE, it is very long!
The Team reached London as fast as they could. They stayed the night in a hotel and discussed a plan to infiltrate the factory. “How can we infiltrate the facility?” Blackwood’s voice was very serious. “I can climb up to the top and work my way downwards.” Laura replied. “I could always Find the back way in and work my way upwards. Meet my wife half-way.” Said peter. “Me and Carrie will keep in the van. Work the communications.” It was all agreed. The next day there plan would be put to the test.
The van parked around the road from the factory. As Laura climbed up the building she saw various machines and beds through the windows. When she reached the top off the factory she slid back down to the big window and smashed through it. Luckily there was no one about to here the smash. She went over to a desk with a laptop on it. She hacked on to the system and activated the company profile. There mission was to Harvest Human bodies for the Martians and slowly leak them out into the world. The project, however was backed by the government. “Blackwood, are you receiving.” The voice over the coms system was fuzzy. “Go ahead.” Replied Blackwood. “There harvesting bodies for the Martians. It’s backed by the u.k government though.” “It does not matter, destroy everything in there o.k.” Blackwood’s voice sounded angry. “Any news from peter.” Asked Laura. “Yeah, he’s on the second floor, only three more floors and he’s beaten you half-way.” Laura skipped out of the room and checked the stairs with her pistol. Strangely every floor was empty except for the top floor and the fifth floor. That is where they must have processed the bodies as the room was full of catacombs where the Martian body’s moulded into the human bodies. Laura looked at her husband at the other side of the room. Before she could say anything a pair of mechanical tentacles grabbed the couple and put them in separate catacombs facing each other. Out of the corner of the room a man walked in. “Ah, the Blackwood team, you will make some lovely bodies for my best two Martians.” Blackwood new they were in danger so himself and Carrie jumped out of the back of the van with pistols in there hands. They ran up the stairs shooting Martians as they went. At the fifth floor Blackwood stormed in and shot Yano; the man in the chest he fell over with green blood spurting out of the wound. Carrie got to work shutting down the catacombs. It didn’t take long. Peter and Laura walked out of the catacombs and ran over to Blackwood. “Go to the van, we’ll plant the charges.” The couple ran down the stairs and out back into the road. Blackwood planted the charges and ran out with Carrie at his side. They all jumped in the van and got away just in time from the pile of bricks that flew from the explosion.
They drove to Ten Downing Street in anger. “What the hell did you think you were doing!!” Blackwood’s voice shocked the prime minister. “We thought they were safe!” Shouted the prime minister. “You’re one of them aren’t you?” Blackwood asked. “You humans are so slow it makes me sick.” At that moment Blackwood rushed to pull out his pistol but a slimy tentacle coming out of the p.m’s back stopped him. “There are war machines about to launch everywhere in London. So there is no point in killing me.” “Oh yes there is, it means there is one less Martian on earth.” The power of Blackwood’s hand overpowered the tentacle and a load bang marked the death of the current leader of the Martians, Yano. Blackwood leapt out of the famous black door straight into the team van where the rest off the group waited. “Before you ask, he was a Martian and he said there were war machines launching everywhere in London, anything?” The group shook there heads. Without warning there was a huge earthquake as three huge war machines burst out of the ground. Destroying everything above it. Men were flung threw the air. One machine tested its heat ray. A quick spark was released at the end of the tube that poked out of the huge metallic hull. It gave a quick burst that hit a dome of a building near where the van was parked.
One of the war machines gave off a huge roar that defend the people running away from these machines of death. The heat ray found its way around the city killing everyone in its way. The team got on the phone in the van. “Start project, a multitude of idols, out.” Blackwood slammed the door of the van and told everyone to pray. In the sky a formation of four bombers flew over and dropped six capsules about the size of a normal car. When they hit the ground a huge plume of white gas flew up high into the air. It was a concentrated mixture of bacteria, the war machines stumbled and eventually crashed to the ground, the men and women underneath the machines had no hope. The bodies of the Martians were dead, as these germs were a lot more powerful than the germs that sent the Martians into hibernation. The group walked out into the park where they found human bodies reduced to dust by the heat ray. Martian bodies lay hanging out of the hatches of the war machines.
Suddenly a huge lorry full of army men rolled onto the park. “You, get back to Downing street the new prime minister wants you!!” The gang did what they were told and walked back to the building. Inside they saw a tiny man with big glasses which almost covered his face. “So, Blackwood, you did good, therefore I am placing your team in a cottage near Horsell Common. You and your team will be there for the anniversary.” “Thanks!!” The team ran out the door and revved up the van.
At the cottage an army general waited by the door. As the team pulled up in the beaten and battered van the man shook his head. The team smiled as they walked up to the cottage. With bags slung over there backs and laptops in there grasp they entered the old cottage. “Well it’s in range of Horsell Common and it has all the regular commendations.” The soldier’s voice was reassuring for the group as they worried it would be a stingy little flat miles away from the danger zone.
As the man left the group started to unpack there things. Within two hours they were done. The group marvelled at the speed they did the job in. Three o’clock was the time things began to get strange, as the group ate there tea a young artillery man fell into the house. The group rushed over to help the severally injured man. “It wiped us out. The Martians flying machine, when we shot it down it released two mini scout…ers.” Carrie reached for her aid pack and began treating the savvier burns on the soldiers left arm. “O.k. Here’s the plan, Carrie you stay here and treat him, me, Laura and Peter will deal with the scout droids.” Blackwood’s voice was in complete control The three grabbed there weapons and headed for the army lines. On the way they dodged under heat ray blasts and green laser attacks that flew out from the scouting machines. When they reached the lines they were asked on how to defeat the tiny war machines that were used to scout ahead of the group. The machines were about two times as big as a human, they had blue eyes instead of green ones and they were robots. “Concentrate your fire on the blue eyes and you might get through the shield!!” Blackwood shouted as hard as he could. It was no use as the shield was to strong. “Peter, use the golden bullet.” At Blackwood’s command Peter pulled out a sniper rifle with telescopic site and shot the bullet straight in the centre of the two eyes. It shut down the shield and corrupted the machines programs, making it destroy itself. It fell to the floor, clearing the way for the destruction of the second machine. As the team walked into Woking the army general jumped up to them. “How did you do that?” “Well, pure gold shuts down the machines system.” Said peter As the army general stood there in amazement the group walked off to find the second machine.
In the cottage there were screams off pain as Carrie treated the wounds on the artilleryman. Unto there knowledge the second scout machine was in the house it scuttled around the kitchen being careful of the noise level. It entered the living room on the wall, directly above where the artilleryman was lying on the sofa. As the artilleryman opened his eyes he gave Carrie a nod and nodded again at the wall. Carrie reached for her laptop and began acting as if she were typing something, now with a clear path for the heat ray to kill the artilleryman the machine got ready. As it fired Carrie leapt in the way off its path with a mirror, somehow the invisible beam was reversed and it destroyed the scout machine in a wonderful display of flicks off electricity.
As the group neared the cottage they noticed a smashed window in the top of the old building. They rushed through the crumbling door and stared at the scouting machine in horror. “What happened?” Asked Blackwood. “Well, it creped into the house hoping to kill us, but it forgot about me.” Carries voice was calm. The group, especially Carrie fell into a tired and haunted sleep that night. As the group nodded off a strange green light flashed in the sky. Unaware of the danger in there path the group fell asleep.
Chapter 5 An Eye For An Eye
The group woke up the morning after in a great rush to get to Horsell common as the anniversary of the book “The war of the worlds” was being celebrated. The group including the artilleryman got to Horsell common about ten o’clock. As the group spread out among the different stalls Blackwood offered the artilleryman a drink in the temporary café on the edge of the common. Blackwood ordered a bacon sandwich and two teas, the artilleryman seamed anxious to sit down. “They will come again you know.” Blackwood stared at the artilleryman trying to understand what he meant. “NO, they wouldn’t dare.” Replied Blackwood. Blackwood noticed a group of bikers digging in the centre of the common, one of the bikers shouted “TO LIFE IMMORTAL!!” his voice was defining. As the biker shouted the tainted words the ground heaved upwards and then collapsed in on itself taking all six bikers with it. As the artilleryman ran to the pit a huge mechanical monster lifted out of the pit and he realised with horror that he had seen this horrific thing before. “LOOK, WHAT DID I TELL YOU!!” He shouted.
It climbed onto its three long, spider like legs. Before the artilleryman could finish his second sentence he burst into flames and turned into dust in a couple of seconds. All the team gathered under the café, in hope of avoiding the heat ray, eventually the machine shrank back into the pit from which it had come, but it was not long before a bombarding machine hoped out of the pit, the small bombarding machine was a biped with a small hull, large enough for one Martian. It stepped around the common looking for more humans; luckily it found none and trawled back into the pit. The Blackwood project ran to the cottage and phoned the army, that night the army deployed men and tanks around the common, the team watched as fog lights swiped across the common. It was midnight when the Martians made there moves. A battalion of about five bombarding machines attacked the army with full force; they did not stand a chance. The bombarding machines blew up everything in sight and as the fighting machine lifted from the pit the group realised that without there specialist equipment the army would fail. Blackwood ran out of the bunker the group were safely housed in and ran towards the fighting machine, he jumped onto one of the legs and began to climb He was exhausted when he reached the top, from his pocket he pulled a tiny capsule the size of a pill and dropped it in a vent atop the huge machine. He slid back down the leg and crawled into a ditch and waited all night in a horrific sleep. When he awoke the next morning the fighting machine lay, destroyed on the common. All of the bombarding machines were also destroyed: reduced to ruble by the human forces.
Chapter 1 the resurrection (Selafield nuclear power plant) The night of the invasion was a cold night, no different from any other night in October. The landscape was lovely, hills, green fields all slightly covered in a thick layer off fog and snow. Amongst all this there was a disturbance. A group off three men with balaclavas over there faces glared greedily at the fence on the other side off the muddy bog, almost like road. The fence itself was guarded by two soldiers, who were heavily armoured with huge machine guns and enough technology to wipe out the power source of London. One went through the fence, he stopped and looked at the other.
“I am going for a break. Look after the hut won’t you.” He spoke in a Cambrian accent although his voice was very deep.
“You’re gonna leave me here!.” The others voice was a lot quieter, as if he was being strangled.
“YES.” The reply was as quick as a dart flying towards the red dot in the centre that marked obvious victory for the player. Before the guard could speak again his friend had already entered the vast complex of huge buildings. He was white in the face. He tried to move but he was glued to the spot. He could move his mouth however, his husky voice began too murmur the words.
“Typical idiot he knows I’m afraid off being alone.” His voice was no longer as sympathetic as before. “Ahhh, that guy really……..” Before he could finish his sentence a pair of huge wrestler like arms wrapped around his throat and then a huge click. The eyes of the guard slowly slithered into his eye socket and his now useless body slumped to the ground. The attacker pulled the body into a bush next to the fence and gave off a sharp loud whistle. The three men in the bush ran quickly yet silently towards the fence. Without a word one of the men opened up a security control box and cut all the wires. One off the men, obviously the leader pointed to the attacker, gave a slight click off his fingers and then pointed to the fence. Without a sound he walked up to the fence and pulled it open. The strain on his face was clear. The commander of the group used another hand signal; he looked at all the other members of the group and then pointed to the huge bulkhead doors which were the group’s target.
When they got inside they found a huge, long corridor with signs by each door. As they crept past the mess hall the leader off the gang took a huge jolt back with his head, it’s a good thing he did, a second later the guard from the fence walked out of the room with a bun in his mouth. His mouth as full as a fruit basket he said to himself.
“Time for that break I was talking about”
The men followed him to the toilet however only two went in. Inside the stench was horrendous. One off the men clasped his hand over his mouth too stop a very inconvenient occasion, as they went further in they heard a women’s voice.
“We should not be doing this in here” It was now totally clear that this was definitely a woman. One of the men, the short one in comparison, climbed over the lockers in the room to peer over the edge. What he saw gave him a slight grin underneath his balaclava. The guard was romantically kissing the receptionist. The men reached down and grabbed the women onto the top of the lockers. The guard turned around in order to run over to the other side of the lockers, but all he found was the hot end of a silenced pistol. The terrorist on the floor gave a nod to his friend on the lockers, who now had the women tightly held around the waist. He whipped out his silenced weapon and shot the women twice in the stomach area. The women fell off the lockers and smashed her head on the floor; it now was covered in a stain of thick blood. The terrorist on the floor followed suit. These men were on a mission and showing no mercy to anyone foolish enough to get in there way.
As the two murderers crept back into the long corridor the leader again used a hand signal. Without making a signal noise he ordered his comrades to walk down the corridor. About half way down it split into two, the left was called the experimental department however the criminals went right into the barrelling department.
“Close the bulkhead.” the leader of the gang finally began to speak, he was definitely Irish Without a word of complaint the technician of the group ran towards the door and started to work his magic, within two seconds the door lowered shut.
“Let’s get this thing over with.” There mission was now clear to see.
“O.K Thomas you move the barrels with the crane.” The Irish voice could now be matched with a face, the man looked as if he had been in world war three, a long scar gave that fact away. His voice got more and more authoritive as there operation continued. Thomas, who ever he was pulled off his balaclava to reveal a most unforgiving face. He leapt onto the crane and began moving the old rusty barrels marked 1954 under what could be called a petrol outlet. This however was not petrol coming out of the outlet, it was radioactive waste.
As soon as the first barrel was filled to the brim with the sickly green, brown slime that was the team’s objective, the sound off the alarm echoed around the room. This caused the wrestler figure, obviously the tough man off the group to jolt. Making his hand fall into the hole in the barrel, the scream that was created from this accident was horrendous. The man’s eyes were open so wide that it looked as if they were going to pop out at any second. Thomas rushed to his aid, pulled his hand out off the barrel only to discover that the skin, muscle and tendons in his hand were dissolved by the waste leaving only pure bone.
“Move Thomas.” The leader’s voice took over from the sound off the alarm.
“But Shane nearly just died.” Thomas, for the first time disrespected the leader’s decision.
“If you don’t move, I’ll shoot you as well.” The group obviously had no time for a burden. Thomas did what the leader said and stepped out of the way.
“Sorry Shane.” BANG. Another life was taken by the group. Thomas shielded his eyes to avoid the bloody sight.
“How many barrels, Wheeler.” The leader’s voice sounded as nothing had happened.
“9, Just enough to fit in the truck.” The last man’s name was revealed in true criminal style.
“Let’s move out” Said the leader
“What about the barrels!!” Replied wheeler, he was the only one in the group who could shout at the leader and get away with it
“They will move along the conveyer belt and great us by the truck out side” The leader’s voice suddenly turned very cocky. “COME ON WERE GOING!!” The leader had had enough.
The gang ran down the corridor, back into the night. Sunrise was approaching over the high hills in the distance and the fog, snow and darkness were disappearing, as for the disturbance, it was a lot louder.
“LOAD THE BARRELS!!!” The leader’s voice was as clear as the air they were now standing in. The group followed the order and loaded the barrels on the truck. They were done in a matter off seconds.
“HEY YOU!!!” The guards were on to them. “OPEN FIRE!!” The guards loaded there weapons and began to fire. The group jumped into the van and drove, smashing through the gates which blocked there way, guards still firing behind them.
About ten miles down the road on the fells the group were driving over the summit listening to heavy metal music. Unknown to them the barrels were being unscrewed from inside! The sound being masked by the music.
Thomas looked into the back. He rubbed his eyes in astonishment. He turned around to tell the group what he saw, before he could get a word out, three slimy tentacles, covered in toxic waste, burst out off the barrels and wrapped themselves around the faces off the group, causing the driver too crash into a ravine, leaving an overturned van with something in it that definitely should not be.
Chapter 2 THE WALLS OF JERICHO
The remnants of the accident could not be seen from the muddy road. There was no way of salvaging the wreckage as the van was totally wrecked with hardly any of the original chassis and 3 wheels missing. The group inside however were still alive with only a few cuts and bruises as the three scrambled out off the van they paused and looked at each other. They no longer looked like humans. They had what looked like honeycombs sticking out on all parts off the body. The leader looked at Thomas. “We have been reborn, the humans, they are foolish.” Although he was speaking his lips did not move at all. What ever the creature the body now was it was not human as it spoke telepathically to the others.
“Yes, they care not for themselves or each other, we can hide our selves on this planet using there bodies.” Thomas was also one off these creatures.
“How can we with these marks all over these sick bodies.” It was clear that these creatures were not fond off being in the human bodies.
“It must be the effect of the radiation, NITROGEN that is what we used back home.” The leader replied with great strength. “They will probably have some where we were reborn.” These creatures were clever, and to the harness the power of rebirth they had to be as now human had ever done this before. Just as the leader began to speak a huge burst off light from the hilltop blinded him.
“Hey, what are ya doin down there.” As the soldier clambered down the rock face he got to see the faces in more detail. “ohh, my god.” As soon as the soldier saw the creature’s faces he loaded his weapon and got ready to fire. It was to late the creatures crabbed there weapons and shot him just as his finger touched the trigger. The strange thing is the creatures did not use the arms they used two huge tentacles which burst out of there backs.
“KILL THEM ALL!!” the creature finally used it’s human mouth. As more soldiers approached, the creatures wrapped there tentacles around the bodies of the men and flung them into the air, breaking there bones as they landed. About ten soldiers died in the attack.
“Wake up the others.” The leader ordered his men to unload the last six unopened barrels. The men rolled out the barrels and put them in a long line and began to unscrew them. After every barrel was opened slowly a creature emerged.
The creature itself was a stumpy little thing about seven and a half feet tall, it was a bipod with one eye in the centre which was divided into three sections, each of different colours. Blue, red and green the top two however had a black spot in the centre which could have been for enhanced vision. They were almost like jelly fish as every so often they change shape ever so slightly. They had very long arms which got thinner as they went down to the fingers which these creatures had three of. The creatures overall colour was a dark red going on brown colour that was reminiscent of the planet mars. These creatures were Martians.
“Use the bodies of the humans.” The leader spoke to the whole group. After these words were spoken the Martians each picked up a body with there slithering tentacles and pulled the human body into there own. Astonishingly they merged into one this must have been what happened to the men in the car.
“Our mission my brothers are to steel nitrogen and take our war machines back.” The leader off the Martians was now a soldier too.
“Lets get on with it then, shall we.” The Martians climbed up the rock face and clambered unto the lorry that was there transport. As the last Martian climbed aboard, those sickly tentacles burst out if his back and threw the last remaining body down the ravine. As the lorry with the deadly Martians approached the nuclear plant they were stopped by a stern looking man in a black suit.
“DID YOU KILL THEM?” The Martian at the steering wheel looked at his passenger, gave a nod and then looked back towards the mysterious man. “WELL!!” The man’s voice became more aggravated. “YES WE DID, SIR!” The Martian replied almost as loudly as the man himself. “Good, that is what I like to hear, come into my office.” The man’s voice sounded much relived. The Martians however; due to the man’s actions were getting ever so closer to their nitrogen and their war machines.
Inside the power planet they were ordered to walk down a long corridor which was familiar to the Martians and the bodies they were in before the attack. They must have been walking for two minutes before they got to the man’s office. Inside, the office was about as big in height as a double Decker bus. One of the walls was a huge window, the scenery being a lake and some docks coming out from the plant. The Martians moved around the room looking at the different artefacts littered on different tables dotted around the room. The man sat down on a office chair and pointed to the sofa that was in the middle of the room. The Martians looked at each other and sat down, all nine of them in one long line. “Alright, because you guy’s dealt with an important accident today I have decided to give you a twenty five percent increase. Is that alright with you?” “YES SIR” Again the Martians looked at each other before delivering their answer. “You can call me the g-man.” The Martians got up off the sofa and walked out of the room into the long corridor that followed. The g-man shut the door behind them.
“Lets get on with the job, you three go and get our weapons, me and these five will go and get the hydrogen.” The gang split into there different groups and went about there different missions. The group that was given the task of collecting the war machines stormed into the room called the collection room. The room was huge. Inside were five huge mechanical monsters, with two green, bulging eyes. Two machines had huge holes in the green eyes, which the Martians took no interest in as the repair time was too long for them. One of the Martians walked up to one of the machines no doubt issued for war and spoke some alien language. When he finished a door on the hull of the machine swung open and he stepped inside.
The interior of the machine was alien but had various human objects scattered about like photos and maps and even cooking utensils. The control panels had an eerie, greenish glow. The various nozzles and knobs were all on a panel surrounded by crystals which created the glow. As the Martian looked up he noticed the top of the machine was covered in red ivy that in some places pulsated as if it were alive. The Martian did not pay great attention to this and so walked over to a glass ball with a 3 fingered hand slot on it which was clearly the starter motor for the war machine. As he got closer towards the globe the body the Martian was in began to get honeycomb marks all over it. Strangely it began to deform until the true Martian burst out in all its crimson glory. The Martian slowly lowered and carefully rested its hand in the slot, but as first contact was made a huge bolt of pure electricity coursed its way up the Martians body and blew back it to the end of the hull.
The other two Martians sensed the death of their companion but continued into the remaining machines they both walked towards the globe in each machine and followed the same procedure as the dead Martian before them but strangely they survived the other machine must have been booby-trapped.
Suddenly. BANG!! The hull of the machines burst through the roof of the compound. They were huge tripods with feet big enough to stamp on a man like a man would to a fly. They must have at least been one hundred feet high. And they were insight of the docks where terrified workers boarded the ferry to escape from the monstrous structures.
Meanwhile, the other Martians had loaded the lorry full of nitrogen tanks and were ready to leave. They all hopped on to the lorry and drove out through the long tunnel ramming through anything and anyone in their path.
Back at the docks the ferry had left land and was sailing down the lake as fast as it could to escape the war machines but all was in vain. A huge green laser zapped the ferry causing it to sink.
As the G-man looked out of his window he pressed a button labelled air strike. He ran down the long corridor fearing for his life, outside he leapt into his car and drove as fast as could. Within a few seconds, 2 jets stormed over the war machines and dropped as many bombs as they could. After the dust had settled only a heap of metal marked where the machines once stood. As workers crowded round the heap a three fingered hand slowly slithered out of the wreckage and collapsed on a bar.
Chapter 3 Thy kingdom come (London, 10 downing street) “The threat is over Blackwood!” The prime minister’s voice was erratic; he slammed the table as he stormed round the room. “Just let me put the team together. With me, Carter and Johnson we can make sure nothing like this happens again. “OHH, ALLRIGHT. BUT DO NOT SCREW UP!!” Blackwood walked out of the room to his comrades going by the name of Laura Johnson Carrie Brookes and Peter Johnson. The group had been researching the Martians for years. They briskly walked out of ten Downing Street and jumped in a van, heading for Heathrow. Inside the walls were plastered with pictures of huge tripods and sightings of Martians. One picture showed an old lady standing next to a huge swan ship which was probably a later version of the war machine. “Canada, that’s there next target.” Carrie said. “Why?” Asked Blackwood. “That’s were we entombed the brethren.” “Ohh, yeah in the mountains, on tubular pass, right.” “Yep.” Strangely the group talked about the Martians very openly and didn’t hold anything back.
In Canada the group decided to stay in a tiny village on the foot of tubular pass. It was a very local village with a tiny garage and a corner shop. Over the road from these there was a gun shop, which in the near future could be a very dangerous hazard. The group parked in the village car-park and decided to split up and warn civilians of the danger they could be in. Carter went over to the gun store. “Hello, anybody in!” Just as she finished a tall man walked in with a long grim face. “Yes.” The man spoke in posh, American voice. “I just wanted to know, have there been any strange, quiet men come into your shop recently.” A quick head shake was his reply.
Carrie said sorry for any inconvenience, and walked out of the door. As she left 5 other men with honeycomb marks on there faces walked out from behind the counter. The tall man walked up to the door and locked it shut. They stood in circle. “What do we do Yano?” The mouth of the tiny man did not move. The Martians were back!! “They will camp on tubular pass, at night, that’s when we make our move.” The mouth of the leader was also telepathic. He put his hand inside the gun cabinet and pulled out a Smithern Weston forty-five.
Outside, Carrie waited anxiously for the group. When they finally met up they talked to each other about there experiences interviewing people. It was a long conversation. When it was over they jumped in there van and headed up the long, winded road to tubular pass. Tubular pass was a cold place with nothing except for carnival cave where the Martians were buried under tons of rubble. Trees were the only friends in the area. The Blackwood team decided to camp over on the other side of the pass closest to the village. That not was so close. It was so muggy it was damm-near impossible to breath. At about midnight, the Martians made there fatal move. They stole a handling machine from the local museum and began there project. The handling machine itself was exactly like the war machines, except it was on six legs and had tentacles poking out everywhere. No-doubt for caching humans. It trundled down the road and stopped at the base of the pass. It was so dark only the machine itself could be seen with the naked eye.
As the monstrous spider climbed up the pass it made sure not to make to much noise. Instead of breaking down trees it carefully pinched them out of the ground and stored it on the back of its shell. I t stopped at carnival cave and let out Yano, the leader of the Martians. He ran up to the rest of the slope with a single syringe in his hand. When he reached the Blackwood camp he looked at all of tents and poked the syringe in each one hoping for some blood as this is what the Martians needed to survive. At two unsuccessful tries he finally got some blood. Just enough to feed his brethren. When he got back. The handling machine had unblocked the cave and was pulling the body’s of the Martians out and dipping them in hydrogen, to restore them from there hibernation. The Martians struggled to there feet and waited. Dying. They needed blood. When Yano reached his brothers he injected them with a tiny bit of blood to feed there hungry appetites. The handling machine kept on working. It pulled out a huge flying machine with two jet engines. The newly rescued Martians, all 30 off them boarded the magnificent flying machine. There was a load whoosh as the huge machine lifted itself up to the night sky. It turned on the spot lights dotted around on the hull. It released a tube on the hull under the huge green visor.
There was strange light emitting from the end of the tube. Then, suddenly the Martians released there heat ray. The second of there three weapons. It was a huge invisible flamethrower that could only be seen by the devastation it left behind. The smell of burning and the noise of people from the village woke up the Blackwood team. They ran out of there tents to a scene of pure horror. The flying machine had left. The handling machine however was heading towards the village in search of blood. Peter pulled of a belt full of grenades. The group stared at the belt for a second and then looked at the machine descending down the pass. Peter pulled out a grenade and ran down the pass, sliding and slipping. When he reached the machine he let one of the tentacles grab him and put him inside the basket where many other people waited to be drained of there blood. He pulled the ring and threw the grenade into a vent on the side of the machine. The basket flew off and rolled down the hill, stopping in the car park where the rest of the gang waited in the van.
The handling machine slumped to the ground in an array of different explosions. “Are you all right.” Laura asked her husband. “I’m fine; it’s these people that are the problem. How can we tell them?” A group of about 40 gathered round the people in the basket, Blackwood pulled himself on top of the van to give an announcement. “PEOPLE! Inside this briefcase is one million dollars, to share between you all. However if a word of this event is spoken to anyone. We will pay another visit with a demolition notice.” Blackwood dropped the briefcase on the floor. The village mayor picked it up and shared the money out equally. “NOW. Get back to your houses and go back to bed as if nothing has happened.” The people walked back into there houses and did exactly what Blackwood said for them to do. The team got back into the van and relaxed for as long as they could. “Hey look, I’ve been bitten on my arm.” The gang looked at Laura. “That’s no bite, that’s a syringe mark.” Peter replied. “I wouldn’t worry about it.” Peter’s comforting remark was desperately needed. Blackwood took the wheel and drove out of the tiny village heading back for England. “When we get back we can go to Horsell Common.” Said Blackwood. “Ohh, yeah it’s the anniversary off that book isn’t it.” Replied Peter. With the group back in England they began with the search again. There first lead was a Factory where people had been going for auditions for a new movie. They weren’t coming back though. The factory was in the dock side at London. It stood there with a huge banner dangling from the roof. It was a grim place but everywhere there was a sense of happiness. People walking about with smiles on there faces. It all looked so much like a cover-up. At the very top of the Factory looking out of the window, was the G-man, who the group hadn’t met yet. Who is this G-man and whose side is he on. The earth forces or the Martian invasion. No one knew him or what he did. Only the fact that he helped stop the original invasion.