Breaking Britain (Completed)

Chapter 21

21
Saturday 5th January 2030
20:50

           Steven Brown had the music on loud as he arrived in the council car park. He parked next to a Rover 600, the car would have looked good when it first came out in ninety-seven. Instead it had sat in the same parking spot for over a year not moving. One wheel was missing and was replaced by bricks, the other three were all punctured, where there was white paint, it looked more like a dirty brown, in most spots and it was difficult to decipher the dirt from the rust. The right wing mirror was smashed and back window had a crack through it. However, this was far from being the worst car parked there.

          Steven looked at the darkened tower blocks, that had been redesigned by graffiti artists. He was home.

          He switched the radio off and sat there for a moment. He could feel the tension releasing from his body. Even after killing so many unsuspecting people and getting out of the hospital before anyone had noticed something going on, he had still feared the worse.

          While driving home, he constantly checked his rear view mirror, worried someone may be following him. As it turned out no one did. At one point after exiting the hospital, an uncontrollable paranoia set in and he started to believe, the very men that had been sent to assist him carry out the plan, were afterwards, going to get rid of him also. But they hadn't, instead they had jumped in their cars and left, without even a "thank you", or a "goodbye".

            He looked across at the passenger seat. Michelle Gross was seated, facing forward, staring out into nothing. She had joined the men shortly after leaving and had been this way after they had injected the ninth person on the list, as they walked out of the room, she had whispered to Steven, that she had recognized the woman in the bed, as someone who had served her at her local video store. Steven had responded, 'good, that's one more job available for a white person'.

           After that, Michelle had struggled to look at any of the remaining patients in the eyes and struggled to introduce the doctors, until she was unable to talk at all. The last few they had killed, they had felt the necessity to leave Michelle in the hallway. Fortunately, she had been perceived by fellow medical professionals, as overworked and tired.

         He needed to make a decision about her, he had been informed by "the contact", that he would either have to keep her with him, or dispose of her. He had made the decision to take her with him when he had left the hospital.

         He slowly took his hands off the steering wheel which he had only just become conscious he had gripped tightly. He looked at Michelle, he had spent the past couple of months with her, grooming her, making her a slave to his every need, making her understand how lucky she was to be with him. He was right too. Under any other circumstances he would never have considered hanging out with her, let alone form a relationship with her.

        He decided he would make the decision later. At that moment, he couldn't even consider the latter. She had shared the most personal thing he had ever done in his life and he felt a bond to her, a kinship.

        'Shall we go in', he asked.

         She didn't acknowledge him.

         'Michelle, we should go in', he said in a genuinely soothing voice, placing his hand on her shoulder blade.

         She looked at him and nodded.

         They both exited the car. Michelle shut the door and stood there dazed by the evenings events. Steven came round, placing his arm around her waist and guiding her to the tower block. He padded his right hand pocket to make sure he had his screwdriver available.