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  He finished by gasping at a newspaper article about their crash, which he had found before they entered, and it had the headline: MONSTER WILLY ON THE LOOSE AND CAUSES CRASH!

  Going by what they wrote they believed it was a normal horse and that they had done something to it, and that they were the ones guilty of the occurrences!

  Simpson, Fogler, Hanks, and Cameron stood silent and just took what was coming! The damage they could get for it was high, especially if they decided to take action over the horse attacking so many people!

  None of them could imagine the horse winning now! It was crazy and Cameron was sure that they or the horse would be banned from ever racing again, and he felt sorry for Hanks as it could be the end of his career as a jockey!

  He was sure Malone was so upset by the bad publicity he was going to order them to have the horse destroyed! Even though he was sure that they could sell it for far more than the price they had bought it for, especially with having been in all the media!

  They all stood frigid and he realized that Malone had run out of things to say and had planned on getting them replying, and Cameron examined his face and saw he was trying not to look surprised about the affair in the newspapers, and he suddenly poured a drink, and calmed himself.

  “Sit down!” Malone eventually ordered, clearly less annoyed now, and they all took seats and sat about his table.

  “Cameron!” he eventually whispered, annoyed. “Are you behind this?”

  His stare went deep into his mind and Malone realized by the reactions of the other three soldiers about him that it hadn’t been Cameron, and he joked, “Are you drunk again, Cameron?”

  “I’d a drink before I came in here!” he moaned back, annoyed at being accused of the whole problem when it had not been his horse or idea and that he had been talked into it all!

  “Perhaps you can explain how a horse crashed the vehicle?”

  “Well!” he moaned, angrily. “You know how it is! We were racing back here at a hundred mile an hour in the horse vehicle, which has a Ferrari engine, and a woman with no clothes on jumped out in front of it and it smashed into a guardrail at the side of the road, at just the right angle causing it to fly away up in the air, but miraculously landed on all four wheels!”

  “Ferrari engine in that old banger truck!” Malone gasped, examining his eyes.

  “But it continued on going, with its acceleration, racing forward and hit the guardrail again, bounced off and furiously flew around like an airplane propeller blade, bouncing against a wall, consistently smashing parts from the front and back off sending them flying through the air, over to the other side of the road, with them hitting objects all across the road and into other vehicles and house windows, landing on top of people in bed and watching television, with glass shattering and exploding in everywhere!”

  “They must have been flattened!” Malone silently moaned.

  “It landed on its wheels again, and never stopped and went on at full blast, continuously exploding forward and hitting objects in its path, which bounced away across the road, and it finally flipped through the air and did another cartwheel all over the road, hitting a guardrail, until it finally smashed away the body and rolled down a steep slope below, doing cartwheels and bouncing up into the air, bouncing off the sides of trees, and it finally landed on its wheels on a road below, and a cop in a police car raced out from the side of the road and stopped at its side!”

  “So you had to have been charged?”

  “He told us how dangerous our driving had been and I explained that it had occurred for a good reason and that there was an emergency!”

  “What was so urgent?” Malone asked curiously.

  “I told him that we were late for work!”

  “Late for work! The cheek!”

  “He asked what line of work we were in and what was so important!”

  “What did you tell him?”

  “That the truck had a six-foot ass!”

  “The horse, of course!”

  “He asked what people did with six-foot asses and I shouted that they gave them radar guns and parked them at the side of roads, and I shoved the accelerator hard down and shot away into the horizon!”

  “I’ll handle your corruption, Cameron!” Malone hollered. “After this meeting you’ll go straight to the kitchen again and squeeze the juice out of ten strong citric lemons into a glass and pour in a full bottle of castor oil and add strong chili powder and drink it straight down your throat!”

  He sat forward and firmly ignored them, and shuffled papers!

  “There has been another complaint of all of you!” Malone announced loudly, studying them again, seeing if they would react. “This time it is authentic!”

  Simpson burst out laughing, and asked “What about?”

  “Some people don’t like you lot! They complain everywhere about things you do!”

  His eyes suddenly fell on the papers that he had forgotten about, across his front, and he gasped and sat back in his seat.

  Simpson showed an expression of being humiliated and tried to get what he was going on about, and asked, “You should send them to us for us to resolve things!”

  “People should stop complaining of nothing!” Fogler continued. “They should save it for all the real things there are!”

  Malone stared at them in disbelief and agreed.

  “Don’t let it happen again!” he replied, tired of beating about the bush. “You were lucky! You’ve only been banned from racing horses! Your horse has been banned by them from racing again! I guess the creature will be happy now, and will be able to retire!”

  Chapter 21

  The Horse’s Release

  The night was elevated and Cameron felt ecstatic, as the blasted horse affair was over, and the others never wanted the racehorse as they now could not imagine it doing anything they wanted!

  They had been sitting in the bar for all most four hours and it was sadly reaching closing time and the bar was only starting to empty, and Hanks had just turned up looking gloomy and weary and they had soon found out it was over getting rid of the horse!

  Cameron sat with the other three soldiers drinking and celebrating getting rid of it, when someone finally asked how he had got rid of it anyhow, and he replied, “Well, nobody would buy it, and thought of using it, so I just released it into some remote woods, buried away ... The thing can survive and be free at last ...”

  “Free at last!” Simpson moaned. “If I can remember rightly you were to sell the blasted thing! We were all expecting to get our cash back for it!”

  “Right!” he replied, downing another drink. “But I could not sell it and now it’s free ...”

  “We’d have made more out of it selling it to a glue factory!”

  Cameron gasped and felt and saw beer pouring down over his head and swiftly turned and watched the disabled pensioner, that he had dragged into a taxi, who had complained to Malone of him dragging him out the bar, on crutches pouring the last of his pint over him, and shouted drunkenly at him and rushed over to a group of his friends and they left out the pub door.

  The three soldiers burst out laughing hysterically at it, showing him their happiness at the horse affair being over as well!

  Cameron laughed as well and realized how funny it had been and recalled how funny the woman at the door of the pensioner’s house had been when he had brought him home!

  When he stopped laughing, he asked Hanks, “What did the horse look like when you released it?”

  “It looked great! I was a sad sight seeing it go! I was ashamed and sad at the plan not being a success ... But it realized it was free and it seemed to thank me as it rushed away into the trees ...”

  Cameron was mildly confused at it as he had not even heard of any horses running freely anywhere! Perhaps they were hidden away, and rare, or something. Yet he could believe the thing may remain free for long time and wondered where it would end up, and if someone decided to use it again.

 
; “Are you still seeing that psychiatrist?”

  “What psychiatrist?” Cameron gasped, realizing that he thought the army doctor was a psychiatrist.

  “He’s an army psychiatrist too!”

  Cameron gasped and realized they all thought that he had been visiting a psychiatrist, and after a few minutes he started realizing he was a psychiatrist and he realized all the things he had been coming out with, and wondered what the outcome of it would be!

  “How what’ve you heard?” he finally asked, calmly.

  “I just heard rumours that’s all!” he silently replied, examining Cameron occasionally cleaning beer out of the side of his eyes.

  “What rumours?” he asked, calmly.

  “Well! You have been having crazy dreams! You also gave him accounts of you doing crazy things!”

  “That’s absurd!” he replied. “I’ve given normally stuff to keep the idiot amused ...”

  He was surprised that Hanks burst out laughing and the other two soldiers joined in, and kept laughing adding funny accounts of him doing things, and what they thought of his dream of being a werewolf and then he sat annoyed and surprised that they had actually heard things about it, and he sat trying to grasp what the doctor had heard and told. It was deplorable that a doctor or psychiatrist could give away such information to the public!

  “He claimed you told him you’ve had character changes and that you’ve been turning into two different people, as well as you having lost your memory!”

  Cameron calmed himself and decided to confess what had occurred! They had found him in the pool of mud with his memory gone anyway, and he still could not recall what he was like before and what had happened.

  “I’ve lost memories of myself and I get memories of two different people! So what!”

  “But do you actually turn into someone else?” he replied, seriously, concerned.

  “No! But I get strange thoughts of myself and someone else! Dreams are crazy! Like I’m a werewolf in one crashing through a wood, after being injured by something!”

  “I heard you the other night dreaming of something! What was that all about?”

  “Alright I’ll tell you!”

  “Go! The whole lot!”

  Cameron then decided to make it up and give something else!

  “I was shipwrecked on an desert island and ended up with my clothes in rags, and I was lying on this incredible golden beach, with waves rhythmically skimming to me, dreamily.

  “In wet rocks I glimpsed chunks of wood from the ship floating like they had followed me ashore and I observed reflections of birds skimming over the surface of the sea.

  “I had been lucky and luckier than I had ever been and was one of the survivors!

  “I felt the warm air caressing my lifeless body and I viewed the whole tropical beach and palm trees going along the sea, and saw smoke in the distance smouldering up from a volcano.

  “I had recollections of swimming ashore and hearing people screaming in the ship and of loud surges and splashes as the ship sank under the sea.

  “The sun was blazing and the air about me was turning roasting hot. Patches of sand glowed in bright sunshine while the turquoise sea sparkled.”

  “You actually dreamed that? My dreams are just crazy muddled up messes of thing!”

  “What happened next?” Simpson moaned.

  “What happened? Well, I met with other survivors and we tried surviving there but there was not enough food!”

  “Why don’t you just get on with what happened!” Simpson moaned.

  “After being shipwrecked on the desert island I eventually spotted a ship on the horizon and when it got close I frantically waved my arms and jumped up and down and screamed furiously until I spied a rowboat being let down into the water from the ship and burst out crying on the beach and collapsed in the sand ...”

  “You burst out crying in your dream!” Simpson groaned. “How the hell do you burst out crying in a dream?”

  Cameron ignored his insane ranting, and continued, “About ten minutes later the rowboat reached the shore carrying a man in a captain’s uniform!”

  Cameron watched Simpson with amusement!

  “I shrieked and ran about waving and screaming all over the golden beach.”

  Cameron watched their strange looks and realized that Simpson was annoyed, and he realized he was really annoyed with Hanks and his mess of the horse scheme.

  “The captain did not recognize my identity as I had turned like Robinson Crusoe with a giant beard and had bits of animal skins tied around me for clothing!

  “I’d gone crazy, and even crazy than ever! I’d turned into a giant wild beast of the island, running around the island jumping and screaming through bushes, jungles, racing and screaming after animals through the vegetation, eating raw meat I ripped out of pigs, goats, seagulls, fish, and virtually every edible animal and sea creature, and anything that moved in my sight, while I slept wildly in bushes and up in high trees, and sometimes up in a mountain volcano cave, and I was a large hairy ape creature!

  “When the captain asked how long I’d been there I just screamed ...”

  He watched Hanks bemused face, and he sat back.

  “I moved to the edge of the jungle and stood as a lone survivor, and sat down and chewed a large bone, surrounded by heaps of bones all about my sides!

  “The captain gasped, studying my surroundings, and told the others that I’d turned into a wild beast!

  “One of the sailors managed to recognize me from a newspaper about the shipwreck, and they moved closer and fixed their eyes on the piles of bones and human bones about me! It was clear I had eaten the few remaining survivors, and two while they were still alive and trying to escape!”

  “Then what?” Hanks giggled, amused.

  “Seeing their stunned expressions I, a wild creature in the dream, hung my head in shame and the captain stepped forward, shaking his head in disbelief, and told me that he’d not judge me for doing what was necessary to survive but the ship had only sunk months before their arrival!”

  Chapter 22

  Cameron’s Identical Twin

  Cameron was staring with hazed eyes as he got into a taxi to leave the bar, on his own as he could not be bothered staying any longer and felt tired and in the need of a good rest, especially with the drink they had him consuming.

  It had been incredible that when he had checked the internet, with his phone, he had found the next day’s newspaper headlines with a little astonishment as going by Hanks he had secretly let the horse loose to roam the woods freely forever, until it died, but one newspaper had a story on it and the army and how he had released it and it told of a nun finding the horse in her garden and being attacked by it, and it carried the headline: NUN ATTACKED BY MALONE’S MONSTER WILLY!

  He read the full article and was even surprised that they had traced where Hanks had bought the horse, and where the Ebay seller had bought it, and had discovered why the horse was different and that the horse had genetic alterations and that it had been crossed with a killer lion!

  For decades scientists at a major company had been working on increasing the potential of farm animals, and had genetically advanced and improved their production!

  Some mutilations, instead of being destroyed, were kept as they had some potential that they thought they should continue to work on, and some were animals used for physical exertion that had been crossed with powerful dangerous animals such as killer lions, as their potential was far greater! Yet what they never knew was a black market had formed, especially with animals that looked entirely like normal animals, but with hidden attributes of animals such as killer lions, and that they were being sold to the public!

  Cameron recalled the first time he had seen the horse and when the doors of the bar seemed to explode apart and it shifted into his sight in an altered motion!

  Then he wondered what the others in the bar would think of it!

  After a few minutes a loud giggle burst ou
t of the taxi driver’s mouth, watching him in his mirror, and he examined him closely and realized he was the taxi driver that he had used to drop the disabled pensioner off at his house and he recalled that he could have information on his identity, and he sat thinking of what to do.

  Cameron lightly closed his lips and turned to see an angry expression on his face and wondered what he was annoyed about.

  He realized how deep his own emotions were at thinking of getting his true identity from him, and he realized he had to do something, and thought of something else to change the subject and thought of the blasted horse and his first thoughts of the thing and that it had looked like it had been crossed with some form of monster and he was staggered that they could cross something with such an animal, and he wondered what the hell they could create if they crossed humans with killer lions!

  It was supposed to be a racehorse! But why not? He wondered how fast lions actually were and realized that they should have crossed it with one of the fastest animals, and he wondered what would happen if someone found the right animal and crossed it, and got the right combination!

  “What did you do with the racehorse?” the taxi driver asked, slightly turning around, glaring at him as though he was not fully there and just a figment of his imagination.

  He ignored him and realized that he had to get what he knew about him, and asked, “Did you say that you knew me?”

  “Yes! I drove you about! You lost your memory didn’t you? You seem to have had a bad time of it! That pensioner you tried questioning realized that too ...”

  “What did you know about me?” he asked in desperation. “I’ll even pay you for anything you have!”

  “Alright! I’ll give you what I know, and you can give me a tip for what you think its worth!”

  “Look, if you give me what I want I’ll give you everything in my wallet!”

  “Well! Let me see! I first saw you when the army camp was put up over there!”