Dog Fight
(A Creepy-Colin Escapade)
Written by
Paul Skelton
Billy Chandler, who was nearly twelve years
old, loved his toy. It was ace. During the day, Billy was home alone for the school holidays with only Benji, the
families Yorkshire Terrier for company. Benji did not share Billy’s love of the
toy. In fact, he was terrified of it, especially when it was used to chase him 'round the garden.
Billy’s Mum, Lorraine, worked in the local
bookies in the afternoons, and Dad, Terence, worked the twilight shift (2pm –
10pm) at a local warehouse. Both parents worked six days a week, with only
Sundays off. Lorraine finished at 5:30pm each day and had Billy fed, watered
and in bed by 7:30pm, giving her a two-hour window to go to her bedroom and
play with her favourite toy, which was ace.
Creepy-Colin was a fifteen-year-old nerd who
lived next door. He was very clever and into all sorts of high tech gadgetry,
including a sophisticated surveillance system set up to watch Lorraine when she
played with her favourite toy. What he did not know was that Billy with his
toy could spy on Creepy-Colin. Billy often wondered what Creepy-Colin was
looking at on his computer screen, but judging by his antics, he reckoned it
must be very exciting. Only Lorraine was oblivious to all this spying, whilst
lost in ecstasy and pleasure, sprawled naked on her divan bed.
The neighbours on the other side were the
Caswells, a family of six adults, all benefit and alcohol dependant. Their pet
dog, Tyson, was a vicious pit bull, who regularly attacked other people's pets
when he was on the loose.
One afternoon, Billy was playing in his
upstairs bedroom, whilst Creepy-Colin next door was setting up his telescope
to watch Mrs. Wilson (two doors down) come out to do some topless sunbathing.
This was inferior entertainment compared with Lorraine’s activities but had
its moments when Mrs. Wilson applied sun-tan lotion to her chest area.
Billy was just turning his attention from
his Tonka-Toy truck to his X-Box when there was a loud and urgent banging on
the front door, accompanied by shouting through the letterbox.
'BILLY, BILLY! Let me in quick! Your dog's
in trouble. He's being attacked in your back garden. LET ME IN! I CAN HELP, BILLY!' It was Creepy-Colin.
Billy jumped up and shot a glance from his
bedroom window to the back garden below. He could not see Benji, but he could
see Tyson, who had come through a hole in the fence. Alarmed, he ran down to
let Creepy-Colin in.
'Billy, them Caswells kicked a hole in your
fence, which let their pit bull into your garden. Benji's hiding behind your
Dad’s shed. Saw it all through my telescope. We gotta do something, Billy.'
'We can't fight Tyson, Colin. He'll kill
us.'
'No, not with our bare hands we can't. Get
your drone, Billy, and I'll get some knives and stuff from your kitchen. I've
got some duck tape, we can rig up your drone to scare Tyson off, okay? See you
up in your room, Billy, in two minutes.'
Billy went and got out his favourite, ace
toy: his drone. It was a sizeable one fitted with a camera. It was also fully
charged. Within minutes, Creepy-Colin was in Billy’s room, equipping the drone
with sharp kitchen knives, attached with the duck tape. He'd even found some
loose craft knife blades to stick onto the rotors. Billy, meanwhile, had opened
the bedroom windows wide. He saw a bloodied Benji being chased from behind his
Dad's garden shed by a snarling, slavering Tyson.
'QUICK, COLIN,' he yelled.
'It's ready, Billy,' Creepy-Colin affirmed. 'Now, gimme the remote controls, and hold your drone over the window ledge.
I'll fly it, coz it's a bit heavier than you're used to with all these knives
on it.'
Billy did as he was asked.
The drone lurched drunkenly through the
open window into the garden. Benji was now perched up on top of an old coal
bunker, quaking and yelping in fear. The rather heavier pit bull stood in front
of the bunker, glaring up at Benji and growling with malicious intent. Tyson
lacked Benji’s agility and therefore did not succeed in his attempts to jump
up onto the bunker himself, which bought Billy and Creepy-Colin valuable time.
Creepy-Colin lost no time in mastering
control of the drone, and in moments, had it circling above Tyson’s head. As
Tyson attempted to rear up on his hind legs to assault the drone, one of the
knives slashed one of his front paws, leaving a nasty gash. The stricken pit
bull fell back heavily, howling in pain just as Creepy-Colin steered the
whirling machine in for a second attack. This time the blades caught Tyson in
the face and head. One ear was sliced through, an eyeball vacated its socket
and Tysons jaw was severely torn. The whimpering hound retreated to the
Caswell’s back garden, leaving a scarlet trail behind him. Once he was on the
other side of the fence, he hid under a garden table to lick his wounds.
Billy ran downstairs to bring Benji inside
for a drink of water and some rest. He and Creepy-Colin then found some unused
paving slabs to block the hole in the fence, they even thought to use Billy’s
Dad’s garden hose to wash away Tyson’s trail of blood.
* *
*
Billy’s Mum arrived home just after 5:30pm.
'Hi, Billy, been up to much?' she called as
she entered the front doorway.
'Just playing with my drone, boring day
really.' Billy yawned.
Billy was fed, watered, and sent to bed at
7:30pm, but he did not sleep. Once he'd heard his mother close her bedroom
door, he got out of bed, put his dressing gown on and sneaked downstairs.
Creepy-Colin’s mother and father were out at the local pub when Billy entered
the house. Soon Billy was in Creepy-Colin’s room watching the action on his
computer screen, he'd never seen his mother quite like this before.
'Told you, Billy, ace, innit?'
'Blimey,' said Billy. 'Is it naughty of us,
doing this?'
'Nah. Fun though, innit? I call it
neighbourhood watch. It's just spying really.'
'Yeh? Like James Bond and stuff?'
'Yeh, Billy, like that. And remember, Billy, if
it hadn't been for me doing my bit of spying, we might not have saved Benji. So
no telling, right, Billy-boy?'
'No. No telling,' Billy reassured him. Then
giggling and pointing at the image of his mother on the screen in front of
them, Billy said, 'And mum's the word.'
'Ace,'
said Creepy-Colin, high fiving Billy’s palm.
