SOMETIMES THE BAD GUY'S WIN

My name is Mathew. Matt for short. I work as a journalist for a well known daily paper, uncovering stories, lies, treason, and all that sort of stuff..... I am also gay.

One day, I was working on a big story, and suddenly all the pieces seemed to slot in to place. My God, I knew who did it!!

I was on the phone to my editor like a shot. "Phil? It's Matt, listen good, this will blow your mind!!"

Phil, my editor, just couldn't believe what I told him. Murder, corruption and fraud, by our very own government. The proof was there, and I had it all...

Later that day the story was ran, and as I watched it come off the press, I didn't think of the danger that was to come!!

It was a week later, and all was calm. A parcel came addressed to me to the office. I wasn't expecting anything, so I left it on my desk until I had finished work. When I did finish work, I was so tired that I just wanted to go home, so as I was the last person to finish, I had to lock the offices. Boring job, but, hey, I had to...

When I got downstairs, I had just set the alarm and was locking the front door, when I realized that I had forgotten my parcel... Not wanting to walk back up for it, I thought that I would leave it until tomorrow!!

I took three paces from the door, and there was a massive EXPLOSION!!! Glass was shattered all over the place. The building was a mess... I was just flung to the floor by the force of the blast... Good job I had my thick coat on, otherwise the falling glass would have cut me to ribbons!!

I got up, and dusted myself down, 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10!!! Yes, I still had all my fingers and thumbs... I looked at the devastated building!! God it was a mess.... In the distance I could hear sirens from rescue vehicles, and it wasn't long before I was surrounded by police, firefighters and paramedics...

After going to hospital for a check, I was told I could go home as I was OK... Which I did.

I couldn't sleep that night, after all, who would be able to sleep after almost being killed by a gas explosion!!

Later the police arrived to talk to me, I said that I had told them everything I knew already!! But, they had something to tell me.

PC - "Sorry to inform you Sir, but, the explosion was said to have originated from your desk!!" I replied "That's silly, there's no gas round my part of the office!!"

PC - "Who told you it was something to do with gas??" "Nobody!!" I replied "I just assumed that it was a gas explosion, as there's nothing else it could be!!"

The PC then went on to tell me, in great detail, what was found by my desk...

"MY GOD!!!" I exclaimed... "What are you telling me, that it was a bomb???"

"Yes" Said the PC, "It was sent to kill you!!"

That's when the shock took over... The rest is a blur as I couldn't concentrate on what was being said....

The police had told me it was best to move as there is an obvious threat to my life, and as long as I was living in London, that my life would constantly be in danger!!

Since that day, I have moved six times, this is my seventh move, in just under a year.. I am moving to a small village somewhere in the countryside where I can be a freelance journalist from home, covering all the environmental news and story's, as it was felt that this would give me a low profile for whoever wishes to kill me...

I have now lived here very peacefully for four years, and nothing had happened, no more bomb's, not even a threat, except from the local farmer who hates it when I take a short cut through his fields.. But, he's OK really, just a bit of fun!!

I had a call from my editor telling me that there was a new landfill site that had just opened near me, and that I was to get the story...

I set off to this landfill site, to meet a guy called Julian, when I got there, my god, what a big site it was, getting very full of junk.... I saw this massive vehicle, with metal wheels 10ft tall, will massive studs sticking out of them. It was just driving over the rubbish, crushing it, grinding it. It would then reverse back over the same piece of rubbish, crushing it even more, then forward, then back... It would do this quite a few times so that the rubbish was as crushed as it could be.

The wheels reminded me of soccer boot's, with the hard studs underneath, crushing, grinding everything under them, not caring what they destroyed....

After I had watched this vehicle for a while, it drove to a shed and stopped outside. A man got out and went in to the shed. I saw my chance of an interview, so I got to that shed as quickly as I could, and when I got there, I knocked on the door...

A man's voice shouted "COME IN", so I did as was asked. I opened the door, and I saw this guy standing in front of me, he must have been six and a half foot tall at least, dirty blond hair, blue eyes, wearing some fantastic old beat up boot's, with faded blue jeans which has been ripped and torn, and a once white tee shirt which had also been ripped and torn. He was wet with sweat, and he really turned me on...

"I'm looking for Julian." I asked. "I'm him" came the reply... I couldn't believe my luck, this was the very guy I was supposed to interview.

I asked him everything from his foot size, to 'how fast does your finger nails grow??' I really got to know him... Then I started asking about this landfill site, and how heavy the vehicle was, I couldn't believe it when he told me, "20 tons, enough to crush anything!!"

"It would be like being about 5inches tall, and put in the middle of a soccer pitch with all the players running over you in their soccer shoes...

I was so engrossed in his conversation, that I didn't notice two guy's walk in behind me.

They grabbed me, and tied me up and gagged me. Sitting me in a chair, they proceeded to tell me that they were working for the government, and it was time I wasn't around!!

They carried me from the shed and placed me face down in a cardboard box, putting my face against some holes they had cut out. Then the sealed the box with me inside. I could see everything they were doing, and I saw Julian getting in to the landfill crushing vehicle and starting it up.

The two guy's then walked away towards Julian, I saw them hand him what I could only think was money, and they left. Julian then had the vehicle running straight for me. But, at the last moment, he drove round me. I heard the engine turn off, and I could hear him jump out of the cab, and walk down to me.

"I have been given a lot of money to kill you" He said. "But, I want to have some fun with you first!! If your good enough, I will let you live, but, as my slave." I nodded in agreement...

He stood up, and said "Right then, what can I get you to do??? I know!" He pulled a knife from his pocket, and held it to my face, we both stay motionless for a while, then he cut's off my gag.

He took off one of his boot's, he wasn't wearing any socks, but his feet stunk. He rammed his boot in my face and told me to breath, which I did. The damp, musky odor mixed with the sweat and the smell of the leather, and his unique foot scent drove me wild.

After everything had finished, and I had nothing else to lick clean he put his boot back on, and looked at me.

"You disgusting fag!! You pervert!!" He yelled, then he kicked me in the face and walked off... I could hear him walking to the crushing machine... This was it, he is either going to kill me, or, drive off...

The engine started up, and I could hear it slowly start to move... But the noise of the engine got quieter....

"I'm saved, I'M SAVED!!" I was so delighted that he hadn't killed me... I didn't care how long I would be there for, at least I was alive.... My worst fear, confronted, beaten...

I felt on top of the world... But, the feeling didn't last long, as I could hear the motor, it was getting louder, and louder..... NO!! He can't kill me... Not after giving me hope!! No, he's just trying to scare me....

The motor got louder, and louder, until it sounded as if it was right on top of me!!

I let out a scream, but nobody heard it, and as I was slowly crushed in to the ground, I vowed revenge... My day will come... My day WILL come... MY DAY WILL COME!!!!!!!

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