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Ronnie O'Rourke Part.4. PPV RP#2
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06-27-2013, 03:48 PM


Ronnie O’Rourke – I am free.
Gran Canaria, Canary Islands.



Where would you go if you had come across unthinkable amounts of money? Vegas? Dubai? New York? Paris?


I think most people would agree on many different places of this nature where you would go to spend all your wealth and to live you worry free happy life.


These sorts of places were not possible for Ronnie O’Rourke. With these sorts of places there were temptations to be foolish, to be irresponsible and to ruin everything you had worked for. No, these places were far to busy for Ronnie to turn up at with his small fortune and set up a new home. All it would have to be is one slip of drunken tongue sat at a blackjack table in the MGM Grand or similar and that will be the end of it all.


No Ronnie couldn’t risk anything like that happening for his sake and for the sake of his family. His son Craig who Ronnie can see walking down the beach is here with him as well as his wife who is currently sat in the new home surfing the web, looking at pictures and articles about London, about her home which she misses dearly.


You see Ronnie did do the smart thing and once he had his money he packed up his family and moved them here to Gran Canaria, a perfect fit for a criminal on the lose, almost zero chance of ever being found.


The part of the island that Ronnie decided to make his home is almost deserted, in fact the only neighbours within any distance of them are actually in a similar situation to them, Ronnie was surprised at how these neighbours had been so open and honest about how they got there money to afford to move to these giant houses looking over the beach. Ronnie had kept his story firmly sealed telling the neighbours that he had earned his money from betting on the horses.


Ronnie is not sat on his decking looking out over the beach, Craig had now wandered out of sight and Ronnie just looks out to sea. Craig had been wandering up and down the beach for the majority of the time they had been here, you cant blame him really it is a boring life out in the middle of nowhere for a young man like him there wasn’t much to do so he just walked, sulked and missed home Much like his mother.


Ronnie lights up a cigarette and sits back in his sun bed, taking a puff thinking of his friend Jim who remained at home trying to negotiate new business ventures with Dimitri and god knows whom else. As the sun burns down onto his head Ronnie can’t believe that Jim has stayed at home to continue working with all the risks that are involved when he has enough money to not have to work again. ”You say this job will kill me in the end, Retirement would kill you first” Jim had said to Ronnie during the time when he was trying to persuade him to take the money and get out. Apparently it does ring true but Ronnie had already decided he would rather retire early and et out the game with a chance of full freedom rather than dice with death every time he walks up in the morning for work. It maybe so that retiring often leads to the downfall of some but for Ronnie, he preferred to die in happiness in a beautiful place like this than in a ten by six foot cell back home.



Ronnie remains sat enjoying the sun until he heard his wife shout his name from inside the house. He sighs deeply brings his legs round to the side of the sun bed and placing them on the ground he pushes himself up to his feet and heads inside with a typical wobble you may encounter when you had been sat in the sun drinking cocktails all day.



Craig



Craig O’Rourke could see there new home getting closer and closer with every step he took along the warm sandy beach thinking to himself that this is a nice place. He knows his dad thinks he is missing home because it is boring here in the middle of nowhere but his dad is wrong. It isn’t the place they are being boring of that he misses being back home. No Craig’s issue us whether he had made t correct choice to come out here with his family.

While back in London prior to leaving to come here Ronnie’s friend and business partner had approached Craig and asked him to stay, to work for him. Craig has thought about it for a little while, maybe a few days of so but decided to stick with his family and to be free.

He is now though having some second thoughts about this, it is probably just because he is so bored that these thoughts are running through his head. They have been running through his head for the past few days now and he has avoided any conversations with his father for the time being. Who knows what Ronnie would say if he had even known that Jim had approached Craig, hell if had thought Craig had been even considering it he would have flew off the handle.


Craig finally reaches the house and climbs up the steps to the decking and pool area. He had expected to see his father in his normal spot, soaking up the sun and having a drink, but as Craig reaches the top of the steps he could see that Ronnie was not there. Thinking nothing of it he picked up the packet of cigarettes and lit one up.

A few moments later Ronnie walked out of the house, his face as white as a sheet. He didn’t even acknowledge Craig was there he just carried on walking past and down the steps and along the beach. Craig could see something was wrong so flicked the cigarette off the edge of the decking to the beach below and headed through the glass sliding door and into the house.

Craig steps into the wooden floored lounge room, there was a fan blowing cold air from the corner of the room as the family had not yet got used to the heat and due to there new home being a new build there air condition was inevitably broken.

Craig walked through the lounge and into the hallway. He peers into his mum’s study and can see her sat at her computer. He notices her visibly upset about something so he heads inside.


Craig: Mum, what’s wrong.


As he approaches his mother turns towards him her makeup running down her cheeks. She points towards the monitor and Craig can now see the cause of her distress as a news report from back home is playing.


It is now clear for Craig to see the cause of his mothers upset. There had been some sort of suspected terrorist attack upon London. Many people have been killed including some high up officials.


Craig’s mother is very proud of here history and where she has came from this kind of thing would always upset her, she loves England and can never understand why people would do such things as this.


Craig pulls up a seat and continues to watch the report unfold. CCTV footage is show of part of the event happening. A white van pulls up and masked men rush into the worldwide known store Harrods with guns firing. There is then an explosion inside and the footage cuts out.


Craig’s face almost drops when a picture of the prime suspect is shown.


Dimitri Nikolovachech


Craig: Shit!


Craig’s mother clips him around the back of the head, telling him not to swear before he jumps t his feet and runs back out of the house and down to the beach in search of his father.


Shit he thinks to himself as he runs up the beach, have we just assisted with a terrorist attack on our own county? There must be a mistake. There is no way there is a mistake. That was Dimitri, we sold him weapons not one month ago. Craig stops and turns back towards the house as he hears his mother shout from the decking.


”They have hit Downing Street now”


Craig can’t believe what he is hearing, the home of the Prime Minister. Have they really now assisted in the execution of the leader of there country.

Craig turns again and begins running after his father who has now disappeared behind some rocks.


Craig’s phone is vibrating in his pocket as he runs so he reaches to get it as he heads behind the rocks after his father. He opens up the message, it’s from David who Craig had previously sat with watching Dimitri’s men collect the shipment of weapons from there building. Craig slows to a stop and reads over the message.


”Have you seen this shit!!! Jim has gone missing.”


He has probably dome a runner like he should have immediately after the job like the rest of them did. Craig puts his phone in his pocket and notices that he is at a dead end, where is his father? Craig looks up to the top of the rocks, there is no way he could get up there? What the hell!”


As Craig turns he quickly jumps back in fright as a huge masked figure is standing in front of him. As he jumps back he looses his footing and falls backwards onto the sand. The mask figure slowly moves closer as Craig drags himself backwards until finally his back is against the hard rock and he has nowhere left to go. The masked figure finally stops a few feet away looking down at the petrified young man.


Nightmare:Do not fear Craig O’Rourke, I am not here for you.



Craig: How do you know my name?


Nightmare: I am hear to collect your father, he must pay for his sins, he must suffer for all the pain and suffering he has caused.


Nightmare steps slightly to the right so Craig can see his father being held by a hooded masked man.


Nightmare: As you can see, my apprentice is assisting me with this mission and redemption will be completed for all the lives that are currently being taken away in London. Everything you have seen watching the monitor with your poor mother is down to just two men who provided these terrorists with the ammunition to cause such damage. These men are your father Ronnie O’Rourke and Jim Danielson. Danielson we have already taken care of now its time for your father to meet his Nightmare.


Craig: But my father would have never done this intentionally. If he had known what was planned.


Nightmare crouches leaning into the teary Craig and places his hand on his head and over his eyes.


Nightmare: The reason that your father did what he has done are an irrelevance to my mission, he must pay for his sins and I trust that after our meeting here today you will not look at continuing down the same path.




With that there is blackness and then suddenly a bright light. Craig slowly opens his eyes and finds himself lying in his bed looking up to the ceiling, he can hear his mother hysterical in another room and rushes out to her aid.


He reaches his mother who is sat at the computer and looks over her shoulder. This feels like de ja vu he thins to himself as he looks at a news report on the screen.


There had been a terrorist attack in London, no wonder his mother was upset, she loved it back home and couldn’t understand why someone would do such a thing.


Craig continues to watch as the report shows some CCTV footage taken earlier. A white van pulls up outside Harrods and some masked men carrying machine guns jump out and run in firing, a few moments later there is an explosion and the footage cuts out.

Craig is in shock as he watches the footage takes place. His thoughts go to his friends back home, he hopes everyone is ok. These thoughts soon disappear when the report shows images of the prime suspect.


Dimitri Nikolovachech


“Two of Dimitri Nikolvachech’s accomplices have already been caught and are in police custody a head of questioning.”


The images on the screen shake Craig to the bone.


Ronnie O’Rourke and Jim Danielson,


His father was here yesterday there must be some kind of mistake.


Suddenly the monitor goes to black before a strange image of some sort of masked figure is shown on the black background. This image gives Craig a strange feeling that he had seen it before somewhere else but he couldn’t place his finger on where nit something within him knows this image.


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The image fades and some test scrolls across the screen.


Redemption has been had, souls will be cleansed, and A Nightmare has struck.




THE END




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