Changes : Written by my self. with music

John could still hear over his right shoulder the bustle of the now angered and abusive customer and things had seemed too taken on a worse turn. The man was grappling with the service staff and shouting “you ****ing wrong changed me you asshole now ****ing give me my money back!” John turned to see all the kafuffle and looked directly at the man who was out raged at being short changed. He was pretty well built and john could see an old army tattoo on his right arm as he shook the service staff backwards and forwards. John’s eye brows rose as he saw the man start to pull back his left arm in readiness to strike the service staff then as suddenly from out of now ware a young lady approached the man and gently wisped some thing into his ear. The man then release his strong hold of the service person and then bushed his arms down and backed off as he so he turned his head to the lady and said “okay ill sit over there and wait!”. The man then turned and walked over to a chair and pulled it towards himself and sat down. John shook his head and then turned back round to see what Jessie was up to. Jessie had already put the burger on the cold brown plastic tray and was filling the rather larger than normal cardboard cup with his coke. She then turn and smiled at john “there you go love have a larger one on the house” at the same time as letting her right eye wink. John gave him self a little chuckle and released a smile back as he put his change back into his pocket. Jessie then gave a little nose twitch and turned and headed for the deep fat fryers for his chips. John looked back round and could see the now sedate man tapping his foot as he seemed to be waiting for some thing happen. John let out a small humph and looked back round at the adverts on the wall showing the delights of the service area. Moments later Jessie turned up with his chips and placed them on the tray. She then looked up at john “There you go love hope you meal is nice” joined once again smiled back “I’m sure it will be” he said then he turned and headed to find a clean seat and table.


After a few moments john found a table and sat down as he gazed over the delicious smelling meal. He fumbled about and unhooked the wrapping for the straw and then punched the straw into the plastic lid of the cup. John then picked up the cup raising he head as he sucked up the sugar rush of goodness into his dry mouth. He could feel the cold coke moving its way down the back of the thought as he twitched to help it along its way and licked his now moist lips to remove the cold bite of the coke. John looked forwards and could see the back of the man who was arguing and could see hi still stamping his foot as he waited for something to happen. John then brushed his hand over his rough chin and then set himself to attack the Big Mac. He lent forward and opened the box containing the wondrous all mighty Big Mac and as he did he could feel his mouth starting to prepare for the onslaught of flavours. Then with out warning a wash of sensations came over his body as to say feed me, feed me now! John them moved his hands toward the delicatessen of the sweetest fattiest desire of human mankind and grappled with the burger. Slowly john moved the burger to his now dripping saliva ridden wet mouth and took a massive bite out of it. As he ate his Big Mac he could see the impatient man had now been approached by a young well dressed manger type gentleman, the Army tattoo man then stood up from his chair and started to abuse the manger and was not listening to what he was being told. After a few moments the manager handed across some thing to him and then from what it seemed to john was asking him to leave.


John stated to bite his lip and snarled across at the man as he did so john put down his delicious burger into the box and then moved his hand across to the back bar of his seat and adjusted his posture to relax that little more. The man had seen john snarl at him from the corner of his eye and then pushed what ever he had been handed into his pocket and set to approach john in the aggressive manner he was accustomed to. John’s heart started to up its pace and he could feel his muscles on his chest tighten with a vice like grip to his rib cage, he then tightened his grip on the bar behind him as to try and release the feeling of anger with him self a little more. The man stomped forward and prepared him self for more confrontation against the snarling bloke. The lights of the surrounding area started to pulse with johns heart beat and the sound’s of the arcade music crackled and whimpered as john’s heart sped up its pace with out him even noticing it. “Who the **** do you think you are you ****ing ****er?” shouted the man as he approached john. The pain from with in john’s chest started up again, this time more prominent with the spasm of his muscles and the pounding of his heart, his grip on the cold steal tightened as he looked directly into the eyes of the oncoming and abusing man. John’s lips were about to hurl a torrent of abuse at the arrogant person when a crack of light shot forward and hit the abuser directly on the forehead leaving a black scorched rounded mark. The man jilted backwards and lost his balance and started to tumble backwards. John’s eyes squinted a little more and a smile appeared on his face, john stood up from his seat. “What did you say asshole?” spoke john from under his devilish like smile, with these words another crack of light appeared this time straight from johns chest and hit the man directly centre on his own chest this time ripping open the man’s t-shirt. The man’s body flayed and spun falling to the ground with a thud his legs were twitching and his body was flinching and shaking in an uncontrollable manner then his body just froze. “Some one call an ambulance quickly?” shouted a woman who noticed the man fall. John looked down and sniggered to him self then he turned and sat back down to his meal.

This is the Music for chapter 1 (the dream).

Hopefully it will post now.

Please use as you wish but please crdit me with it allso. thank you.

[url]http://homepage.ntlworld.com/sylvia.rungien3/sound/Changes_Chapter1_The%20Dream.mp3[/url]

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Wow mayhem you are truly a brilliant writer,I love reading original works....can imagine in my mind, the setting,
scenery and characters unfold.Havent listened to the song yet,savour that till the end.Awesome piece mayhem....
gonna re-read it,incase I missed something!...sooo cant wait for next instalment...*hint hint*...its brilliant!

Thks mran

John could see people running around in a panic as they tried to revive the now dead to the world man. A couple of women were leaning over him trying to perform some sort of resuscitation with out much luck. A floor manger ran over franticly hitting numbers on a mobile phone trying his best to get the emergency services. John looked back down at the tasty meal and carried on devouring all its delights. All was now clam with in himself and it felt good as he munched down the rest of his meal. A few minuets later two Para medics ran though the doors of the entrance to the food mall and planted them self’s down besides the lifeless body. People were quickly moving round to see al they could and see what had happened. “Can you all back off please while we work” said the second paramedic as his started to move people back away from the body. “Any one see what happened” shouted up the paramedic that was leaning over the body. Every one just looked round with dismay and nothing was said. John gently wiped his lips with the ruff paper towel and took one last glace at the commotion that was going on in front of him and the body of the lifeless soul. He then stood from the table taking one last glance at the fallen body and like nothing had happened made his way out of the food mall. The coldness of the breeze pinched at john’s cheeks as he stepped out side the mesmerizing lights from the ambulance plagued john with the sadness of his undoing as he moved forwards to his own car.


John brushed his hand through his hair and stepped towards the Picasso while taking one deep breath then exhaling the coldness from with in. John reached down to his jacket pockets and found his keys to the door and unlocked it, then he opened it and as he did so he saw a reflection of the old women from the hospital in the window she was laughing and pointing at johns back. John squeezed the door handle and in one fell swoop john swung round to look at the woman who seemed to be laughing at his very nature. Nothing, there was nothing, no one was behind him not a sign of movement except for the blue and red flashing lights which bounced off all the surfaces out side. John moved his hand to his forehead and rubbed quite hard as if to clear mind then he turned back to the car and removed his jacket placing it on the passenger’s side. John got in the car and started to relax a little as he did so he tried to think of were to go from here. Flicking through his mind as thought it was a roller index of friends past and present that he could ask for some help, Steve from the infamous over-clock.com, Simon with his hidden secrets of desire for love, Johnny with his indiscriminate love or any thing that wore a skirt, Sylvia the ex lover whom beard his for ever loving children, Janine the fun loving friend whom he loved to help when ever needed. Sylvia he thought to him self yes she will help me she’s the one who has always been there for him even after ever thing he has done, she’s the one who really cares. With out thinking john then pushed his key into the rigged Ignition and started up the car.


John started the car rolling and his eyes were hunting for the signs of the petrol station. Passing by the ambulance that was now concealing a dead body of some one who he had just killed with out a second thought he moved quietly passed and headed for the lights of the shell garage. As he got closer to the garage he could feel his body slowing down as to relax and then he suddenly stopped the car and thought to him self what if this thing that is happening to him self kicks off while he’s filling his car. What if it sparks off the petrol, what if? John waited a few moments while he worked out his decision and then thought to him self **** it and moved the car forward to the station. John parked the Picasso up the far left hand pump and removed the Keys from the car and stepped out. He had a quick look round for forecourt the moved towards the pumps. John then opened the petrol cap and then grabbed the pump as he tried to blank his mind and not think about what had just happened moments before. He then squeezed the trigger and let the deuces of life flow into the car as he watched the counter quickly click up. Once john reached thirty pounds he released the trigger dam he thought as it stopped on thirty one pound’s and one penny. “Bloody thing’s” he muttered to him self as he placed the Fuel hose back into its seating. Shacking his head slowly john moved towards the payment counter ready to hand over the cash to the subtle looking gentleman behind the window. “Pump 5 mate” john said through the window as he handed across the money. A little draw of solid metal slid open as though it was waiting for a million pounds to be handed across and john threw in the money that was scrunched up in his cold hand. The man behind the windows counted the money slowly and then opened his till and placed it inside then turned back round and just looked back at john with out saying a word. “**** me mate thank you, wouldn’t go a bloody miss would it” spoke john though the vents in the glass shield. The man still just looked straight forward as though a trance had indulged his brain; john turned around and started back shaking his head again. What the ****ing hell is this world coming to he thought to him self as he headed back to his car, once there he opened the stiffening door and started off on his mission to get back to Sylvia and try and redeem something out of all this mess he had got him self into.

The coldness was gushing through the back broken window of the car and john could feel the breeze on the back of his neck biting as he pushed on. The noise was starting to become more defining as the car speed up its pace. The world was passing with in the blink of an eye as john was mowing down the motorway mile by mile. John was feeling tired and his head was flowing in and out of sleep as he tried to keep his eyes from closing, then his mobile rang its little merry tune to tell him that he had just received a text message. John slowed down the car and pulled over to the side of the dark motorway and pushed his hand into his pocket to hunt the illusive mobile phone. He managed to grasp it and pull it from his ever tightened jeans and flicked though to see that the message said. “There are some sandwiches out side for you?” John shock his head and though to him self “what you expect me to turn back now after half way there. Go and **** your self.” With this thought he turned off the phone and pushed the mobile back into his pocket.


He stretched his legs and pushed himself back into the car seat ready to carry on his journey. John could see in the mirror a wagon was passing by and waited a few moment’s before he hit the accelerator to get the car moving again and off he went. As john was carrying on hammering the motorway up his thoughts passed by on how loreena had taken all his life away from him and dumped him like some one who throws there rubbish out every Monday morning in the cold winters day. She all ways kept saying that he was like all other men who had treaded her badly, yet all the time he did what ever he could to make her happy. The effort he had spent charismas day pleasing her basted daughter and ungrateful mother and uncle. The cooking of the meal, the trying to be happy in front of every one so that they could enjoy them self’s, yet deep inside his soul he was hurting to see his children. The next day had come and there was no money left for him to take his hard fought for presents to his kids who he had promised he would visit. She didn’t care for him; he was just being used and abused with her self indulgence of what he could bring in. This was making john feel argy in side once again and the pain was feeling stronger the more he thought about the way she had treated him. Several sweet drops trickled into johns eyes as his body started to over heat with the rampant thoughts that ware passing through his mind. The times she sat there trying to engross him with her ***ual encounters with taxi drivers and computer engineers that she could not pay but did so with ***ual favours.


The lights of on coming cars playing tricks on his mind as pondered on. John was starting to see the way she had been treating him and this was turning his stomach from with in. John raised his hand and wiped away the salty water from his eyes, spotting a blue sign with the reflective words Scotch Corner 25 miles. With this new he would be back at the home of his ex lover Sylvia and his children with in the hour, John released the pedal and the car slowed down to a mere 60 miles per hour. He started to think about what he was going to say, should he tell Sylvia the truth about what had happened, should he say about how he had been treated in the hope that she would take him in.

Thats all i ever wrote tbh. i might complete it some time when i have more time. But i think i left it there on edge for some reason as it was written in a time when i need to get some thing out of my system ...

Thankyou too mayhem,my passion for literature has been re awoken.Look forward with eagerness to next instalments!
It's awesome!!

illl post more once i get around to it.

[Lazy]

lol that took me nearly an hour to read that