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- Herausgeber: Mythography Studios
- Kategorie: Für Kinder und Jugendliche
- Sprache: Englisch
Trick or Be Eaten
When Edward’s big brother gets lost during the Halloween Raid, he decides to sneak inside the Pumpkin looming over London and become a raider himself. But will he manage to survive Halloween night, when the challenges he faces seem to have changed since last year, when his best friend is also missing inside the Witch’s House, and when the aliens seem to have turned this whole thing into some sort of videogame?
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2019
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Contents
Title Page
Copyright
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
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Copyright © 2018 George Saoulidis
CHAPTER ONE
“It’s been five years of raiding the Pumpkin, and some patterns have begun to emerge.
Appearances seem to alternate between the US and the UK each year, at a random city. Why that is so, nobody knows.”
The Halloween Raid podcast
Ed ran towards the door.
“You better not go anywhere near that Pumpkin, you hear me, Edward James Price?” his mother said, waggling her finger.
“No, mom, I won’t. Just going down with the lads, see the raid on the streaming,” Ed said, one foot out of the door. He threw his backpack with his gear to the side, next to the trash bin.
“Going to watch your brother raidin’? Good lad. But cheer him on a little bit this time, eh?” she nodded, drying a plate with a towel.
“Bah! He never risks anything, just sticks to the lower levels,” Ed waved the comment away.
“Slow and steady wins the raid, that’s all it takes,” his mother said wisely. “Now come on back and give your ma a kiss, will ya?”
“Of course, mother,” Ed said, and lowered his head. He went back inside the house and planted a kiss on her cheek, and a quick hug.
Then he ran off into the night.
Archie was waiting on the corner, all decked up in gear. Arms wide, he complained, “Come on, mate. It’s nearly time, we’ve been waiting on you!”
Ed stopped and put his arms on his knees, panting. “I… Yeah, I needed to get out of the house, sorry.” He dropped the backpack on Archie’s feet.
Archie rifled through it. “Taser, flashlight. GoPro. Nice. You came through.” He added the items to his belt.
“What are you going with?”
Archie grinned, then slid his hands into his pockets. They came out with brass knuckles on them. “These babies.”
Ed raised an eyebrow. “Okay, might work. They’ll force you to get up close and personal, though.”
Archie clenched his fists. “Oh, don’t worry. That works for me, I’ve got a lot of anger to punch through.”
Ed sighed. “Charlotte dumped your ass again?”
“Yeah she did, that cunt!” Archie snapped back. “But enough about her, let’s get some looting done tonight!” He chuckled like a mad man.
“I… Uh, won’t be coming,” Ed apologised.
“What the fuck are you on about?”
“I promised my mom.”
“Your mom? This is the Halloween Raid, man! Get your head on straight, we won’t have another chance for two years,” Archie said, incredulous.
“I know… I’m sorry, I can’t. I’m gonna watch you at the pub.”
Archie looked like he wanted to argue a lot longer, but the Pumpkin was about to open up any minute now. He pointed a finger at Ed, “You’re gonna regret this, I’m tellin’ ya. Don’t you be whining to me about it afterwards.”
CHAPTER TWO
“The raiders have been calling it, ‘hardcore mode.’ It’s a gaming term, it means you only get one chance. If you die in the Pumpkin, you get blinked outside and denied further entry, forever. So many have tried to get back inside, only to fail. But the creepy thing is that one in a thousand deaths is permanent. Or, at least the raider goes missing, never to be seen again. Some say the aliens grab them, some that they fertilise the soil inside. What’s certain so far is that one in a thousand raiders that die, never come back. How do we know those numbers? Because millions have already fallen, and the statistics are accurate down to last one.”
The Halloween Raid podcast
Ed went inside the pub. The familiar stench hit him, how people enjoyed these foul establishments was beyond him, with the greasy tables and the aftertaste of beer. Everybody was watching the streaming channels on the monitors.
It had just begun.
The raiders streamed on GoPros, and everybody watched. People bet on raiders, who would fall, who would make it through the night. On one small television were the local boys, his brother’s team.
Nobody actually watched that. They were a youth’s football team that came of age and decided to go and raid together three years ago. They worked well together and went in as a team, slow and steady, taking on only what they could handle, looting and bringing home a moderate amount of riches to be split evenly among the group.
What a bunch of cowards.
The Halloween Raid started. Beer flowed, chips got munched on, it was all so exciting. Ed watched Henry’s stream, they were still at the main entrance, talking it through. He gave instructions to his men and women, all of them athletic seventeen-year-olds, all of them geared up, calm and steady.
The other raiders simply charged the gates that opened up, two-by-two, three-by-three, and some solo nutjobs who thought they could do it better on their own. The gates were massive, with scary gargoyles on top, with a grinning Jack-o'-lantern on each frame. The door creaked and opened slowly, and the raiders rushed inside through the tiny gap, punching each other and rushing to be the first one in.
Ed sighed and looked back at the tiny monitor. Henry was still talking about tactics. “Come on, Henry! People have already gone in, move your ass, you wanker!”
Of course, he couldn’t hear him, and nobody inside the pub really paid any attention to a fifteen-year old yelling at a monitor. They were all too busy watching the popular streams. Two raiders had fallen already, and three more were on a ghost.
The ghost rattled his chains and…
