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  • He crept, closer to the target.

    Inch by inch he moved silently, breath held tight so as not to give away his position. He couldn't see her but knew she was there; he could feel her presence and hear her faint humming. She seemed so happy, without a care in the world. He would soon put and end to that

    The sun was falling fast, and darkness was quickly engulfing the house. He knew he needed to act quickly before the opportunity vanished. His shoulders pressed tightly against the wall as he moved stealthy to the end of the corridor to the open doorway. This was it he thought, the moment was almost here. All his preparation told him he mustn't, but he couldn't help but steal a glance around the corner, to see her, his next victim.

    She had her back to him, kneeling on the floor, crouched over something but he wasn’t sure what. It was as if she read his mind and thoughtfully provided an answer.
    “All nice and clean now, that’s better isn’t it. You’re hungry aren’t you, don’t worry sweetheart, mummy will get your bottle”
    The sound of her sweet voice interrupted the calm silence for a fleeting moment, his concentration faltered for a second and his excitement betrayed him as a smile stretched across his face

    He knew he had taken a massive risk, he could have been seen, but this was better than he could have hoped for, he needed to act quickly before the opportunity vanished.

    This was it he thought.

    His hand tightened around the handle of his blade, as he slowly un sheathed it. The muscles in his body tightened, he could feel the adrenaline pumping through his veins. He allowed himself a slow and deep breath, closed his eyes just for a moment and readied himself as it pictured the scene, rehearsing it in his head before it unfolded before his eyes.


    She had finished changing the nappy and realised instantly that she was exhausted; She had had a hectic day but currently the house seemed very peaceful and she was making most of the brief respite.

    It dawned on her that it was quickly becoming dark as the sun had given out the last of its light for the day; she was behind with her normal routine. She needed prepare the babies bottle for one last feed before bed when suddenly the hairs on the back of her neck began to rise and Goosebumps erupted like a wave washing over her.

    She had a strange sensation that she was being watched, so glanced over her shoulder and looked around but there was no one around the street outside was still and the birds were slowly finishing their song for the day, she shuddered for a moment and then turned her attention back to her baby.

    It was then that she realised something was wrong, a sound that she couldn’t place behind her, like sharp intake of breath or a distant whisper. She quickly turned to the source of the the sound but it was already too late.

    Luca exploded into the room, she could see the sword held tightly in his hand and instinctively moved between him and her baby. She had seen that crazed look in his eyes before but he was looking past her, through her, towards the floor, towards the baby.

    In the milliseconds it took her to comprehend what was about to happen Luca was already pushing past her as he scooped the baby up on one swift motion with his free hand.

    Alana was spun around in the collision, and quickly steadied herself to regain her balance. This scene was all to familiar to her, this was not the first time this had happened. She stared helplessly at her assailant through eyes instantly filling with tears, tears she had shed many times before now. The anger rippling through her body, fixing her to the spot as she screamed the only words she could form "LUCA NOOOOOO, don't take her again"

    He stopped and turned to face her, his grin stretching across his face as he allowed himself to laugh and reflect on a job well done.

    At that moment footsteps thundered from the floor above, as the floorboards creaked in protest with the sudden movement, the house wasn't empty. The steps grew quicker and louder as they descended the stairs. Luca realised instantly he was in trouble, but he was committed now and caught up in the moment so had to see this through. No turning back.

    She entered the room calmly, this scene all too familiar to her, although the room was darker than she had expected, later than she thought. She calmly walked across the room and turned the lamp on so she could see the full scale of the scene in front of her
    "WHAT is going on here" she demanded in a authoritative yet calm voice

    Luca held the sword aloft and dropped the baby to the ground as he shouted "POWER RANGERS SAMURAI" and began waving his sword around as if in the heat of a ferocious battle.

    Alana looked at her mother, tears streaming down her face and between tearful snorts she struggled to get words out quick enough "Luca snatched...snort...snif...my baby Annabel and pushed me..." as the tears began to stream once more

    Tuula glanced at the clock, it was getting late and she had been distracted browsing eBay up stairs.
    "ok you two, enough tears and shouting, it's time to get ready for bed please. "Luca, what do you say to Alana" she asked.

    "Sorry Narna" he said reluctantly, stemming the flow of her tears almost instantly.

    "Right, time to get ready for bed. Luca put your Power Rangers sword back into the play room. Alana, take baby up to bed, time to brush your teeth"
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