Previously on Death in Stockdale:
Henry Hut has travelled back in time (by 1 hour) to save the
life of his Friend Lemiwell Jones. He has teamed up with Chub, a young girl who
knows Henry has travelled back in time and also has the ability to predict the
future. To complicate matters (especially for the author) Henry has just
discovered that the killer of Mr Jones is in fact … Mr Jones himself…
“I don’t believe it!” repeated Henry from last weeks
episode.
Chub Shrugged for the sake of continuity.
Mr Jones dusted himself down and spoke.
“Henry. I knew it would be you. You have to let me in there.
I have to kill that version of me before it’s too late.”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” barked Henry, his arms outstretched to
highlight his rage. “I’ve not travelled a hour back in time just to watch you
die again. You are too important to this town to die twice. WE NEED YOU!” He
pleaded.
Mr Jones shook his head sadly.
“No Henry. I have to die. It’s the only way to stop the
madness that’s coming. Everything that happens… it’s all on me…it’s my fault.” Lemiwells
face lost its determination and sagged a little.
It was at this point that Henry realised just how different
the man in front of him looked to the one that he had wished good luck to just
a few hours before.
“A year from now – today in fact – I used Professor Proctos
time machine to come back here and stop myself from winning the election. All
the things I wanted to do, all those people I promised to help. They were all
dead. It was all my fault….” His voice drifted a little.
Henry frowned. “What? How can you be responsible for
anything bad happening. You were... will be going to save the town from that
rat bag Dr Malevolent. He’s the bad guy I all this.” He bargained.
“That’s what we all thought Henry.” Lemiwell choked back the
pain of memory. “But it turns out that he is the only one capable of doing what
is going to be necessary to save us all.”
“Bollocks!” swore Henry. “He’s a nutter. He want’s to stop
my mum from making me dry Weetabix – he’s a fruit cake!”
“If only Dry Weetabix were the worst of our problems..” Said
Lemiwell as he explained what the past/ coming year would have/had/did in store
for Stockdale.
Chub listened impatiently as the two men jibber-jabbered
about Zombies, dinosaurs, alien abductions and a mad old lady turned serial
killer.
After a couple of minutes Chub stood between the two.
She pointed a dirty finger at Lemiwell Jones and said “You.
Do what you came to do. Once it’s done you are coming with us.”
“but..” started Henry.
“Shut yer gob!” growled Chub. “Find a car for us to escape in.
Once Mr Jones has killed…um .. himself(?) then we are all going to same Gus.
Anybody has a problem with that then you can discuss it with my mates Lefty and
Righty” She held up two sets of very sharp knuckles that may not have done much
damage were it not for the fact they were coated in months of dirt and muck and
for all their adventures neither Henry Hut nor Lemiwell Jones wished to get a
tetanus jab.
Three short minutes passed before Henry heard the muffled
BANG of a gun. His body twitched at the memory but he did not have time to
react before the hooded figure he now knew as Mr Jones ran out of the town hall
and toward the car Henry had procured for their get a way.
“Nice wheels” Said Mr jones.
“It’s Dr Malevolent’s.” noted Henry. “Seemed appropriate. I
don’t trust him, but if he’s going to be in charge of this town he can start by
walking the streets for a while. Where to Chub?”
Chub directed Henry to the edge of town. The car weaved in
and out of traffic and before long it was clear where they were headed.
There was a sign by the road.
THE TOP SECRET HIDEOUT OF DR MALEVOLENT: NEXT LEFT – no salesmen.
Chub explained. “Mr Malevolent took Gus a few months ago. I
was supposed to find the Professor but when I got to his house, you fell over
me Henry. I thought you would be able to help me.”
“Why not ask for the Prof?” asked Henry.
“He’ll be there.” She said quietly.
The car pulled up in the car park.
The three of them ran inside the warehouse that was the (not
so) secret HQ of the Doctor and his devilish plans of domination.
They were met inside by a large amount of darkness. Darkness
that was broken by small flashing lights. Scientific lights on scientific
machines that had large cables running out of them in all directions.
Henry, Chub and Lemiwell allowed their eyes to adjust and
follow the path of the cables as they ran down the length of the warehouse.
That was until they came to a pair of feet.
Eyes stopped. Throats gulped in fear and dread.
Then ears popped at the single most glorious word they had
ever heard.
“SCIENCE!”
It was Professor Procto. His arms filled the darkness as he
spun in wonderment at the amount of technical gizmos and gadgets around him. “Isn’t
it wonderful?” He asked nobody in particular.
“Where’s Gus?” Pleaded Chub.
“How did you get here?” Asked Henry at the same time.
“Over here.” Said the Prof, followed by “SCIENCE!” The
latter response being aimed at Henry.
Lemiwell Jones followed in silence. It was just hitting him
that he had caused his own death to save the future but something didn’t feel
right.
The foursome followed the line of cables until they across a
large metallic tube. The tube had a large glass window and inside was the body
of Gus, Chubs mentor and only friend.
“Get him out quick!” Screamed Chub.
The professor unlocked the door to the large tube and
together with Henry and Chub they helped the half naked man out of his strange
prison.
Lemiwell stood back and noticed other lines of tubes
reaching further into the warehouse.
He followed the trail while the others
fussed over Gus.
As he disappeared into the darkness his voice echoed back to
the group.
“My God! Look at this!” said called back.
The group followed Lemiwells voice until they all stood
together and viewed their worst nightmare.
They hadn’t known their real nightmares until this moment,
as before them stood dozens of similar tubes to the one that held Gus.
Gus lifted his head to look upon the fate of Stockdale.
“My God!” repeated Lemiwell. “That’s Shabby… and his dog.”
“yes..” croaked Gus. “Dr Malevolent has been experimenting
with cadavers. He planned on using my mind to reanimate these corpses and
unleash them on the town.”
“The filthy bast….” Henry stopped mid-sentence as one of the
many bodies in front of them twitched.
It was only a small movement, but when a dead body moves – nobody
with any sense of self-preservation stands still long enough to see if it will
do anything else.
“EVERYBODY OUT!” Exclaimed the Professor.
And out, everybody went.
The Professor joined them as they clambered into the stolen
car.
“Let’s go before…” Started the Professor but he cut off by a
huge explosion that cost most of the budget. (it really was a fantastic
explosion, with fire of red and orange and flames and smoke and sparks and
everything!!)
It didn’t take long for everyone to arrive back at Mrs Featheringays
for tea and illicit Weetabix of the dry variety.
Mrs Featheringay listened, in that way that old ladies do,
to the story of Henry’s time travelling, Gus and Chubs abilities and how the
Professor blew up his nemesises…es(?) HQ and the troubling confusion of Mr
Jones killing himself even though he was
still here to tell the tale.
“So we won’t be having zombies knocking on the door then?”
She asked.
“No.” Said The Professor triumphantly.
“But the horrible Dr Malevolent is now in charge of things?”
She continued.
“ah.. yes.” Mused Henry.
“But not for long!” Chirped Gus, who was feeling much better
after his ordeal now he had eaten a bowl of irradiated wheat crumbs and had a nice cup of tea.
“What do you mean?” said Lemiwell, worriedly.
Chub shrugged in reply.
And Mrs Featheringay slapped Henry on the legs when he swore.
“I don’t BLOODY believe it!”
And everybody laughed because it was the end of the story.
And everybody laughed because it was the end of the story.