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WCE (Worst Conspiracy Ever): A Creative Piece
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Carbine Chaos
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“…Chelsea Roffey, right? The goal umpire?”
“Shh!”
Chelsea pursed her lips and shue-shed our hero, eyes darting back to the bar in an instant. She knew it had been a mistake going to the Clam that night. But she couldn’t help it…she couldn’t help but hope against all hope that the whole saga had been one dreadful nightmare. Shuey’s appearance all but confirmed that it wasn’t.
“You’re Luke, right? Luke Shuey? What are you doing here?”
Luke looked taken aback. “I could ask you the same thing!”
Wiping a bead of sweat off her brow, Chelsea knew that caution had to be exercised here. “There’s no law against having a drink by yourself, is there?”
“Poppycock.”
Shuey took out the piece of paper from the diary and thrust it onto the table.
“I know about you and Koby.”
The very mention of the name was enough to set her heart a fluttering in the breeze, like a high-held flag at an open Etihad Stadium. The tears began to stream down her face in an instant. Not exactly the subtle behaviour required in the circumstances. Shuey took the initiative, grabbing her hand firmly, but tenderly, and began to lead her out of the pub.
“I’m…I’m…it’s just that…”
“I know…if I had the ability to shed human tears, I would be too. I’ll get us somewhere safe where we can talk.”
Chelsea shot a glance over Shuey’s shoulder towards the bar to find Schofield staring back at her with an almost-murderous intent. Biting back a gasp, she pushed the midfielder off of her; much like Dustin Martin would.
“I can’t…you know too much already…”
Turning to leave, she found her hand grabbed by the persistent boy. “Let…me…go!”
A short St. Kilda player walked past with a well-timed laugh. “That’s what she said.”
Ignoring the man, Shuey stared deep into the teary eyes of Chelsea. “Please…I need to know…we need to know…what happened last night. For Koby.”
Chelsea bit deep into her lip, almost enough to draw blood. Going with this boy now would lead to unavoidable complications. But there was something about him; a care that she could see in his eyes, that made her trust him almost implicitly. Looking back to the bar, Schofield was nowhere to be seen.
Leaning in towards Shuey, she whispered, “OK…but we’ve got to go now, and quickly. Do you have somewhere safe where we can go?”
“Uh…sure. It should be safe by now. Come on…”
The two ducked out of the bar and into the crisp Perth night. Slinking back around the bar and watching the two run away, Will Schofield picked up the bar phone with a grave look upon his gloriously bearded face.
“It’s me...they’ve just left. I’m sorry…I tried my best to fight him off.”
A voice again rang out from the other side of the bar.
“That’s what she said!”
TO BE CONTINUED...
“Shh!”
Chelsea pursed her lips and shue-shed our hero, eyes darting back to the bar in an instant. She knew it had been a mistake going to the Clam that night. But she couldn’t help it…she couldn’t help but hope against all hope that the whole saga had been one dreadful nightmare. Shuey’s appearance all but confirmed that it wasn’t.
“You’re Luke, right? Luke Shuey? What are you doing here?”
Luke looked taken aback. “I could ask you the same thing!”
Wiping a bead of sweat off her brow, Chelsea knew that caution had to be exercised here. “There’s no law against having a drink by yourself, is there?”
“Poppycock.”
Shuey took out the piece of paper from the diary and thrust it onto the table.
“I know about you and Koby.”
The very mention of the name was enough to set her heart a fluttering in the breeze, like a high-held flag at an open Etihad Stadium. The tears began to stream down her face in an instant. Not exactly the subtle behaviour required in the circumstances. Shuey took the initiative, grabbing her hand firmly, but tenderly, and began to lead her out of the pub.
“I’m…I’m…it’s just that…”
“I know…if I had the ability to shed human tears, I would be too. I’ll get us somewhere safe where we can talk.”
Chelsea shot a glance over Shuey’s shoulder towards the bar to find Schofield staring back at her with an almost-murderous intent. Biting back a gasp, she pushed the midfielder off of her; much like Dustin Martin would.
“I can’t…you know too much already…”
Turning to leave, she found her hand grabbed by the persistent boy. “Let…me…go!”
A short St. Kilda player walked past with a well-timed laugh. “That’s what she said.”
Ignoring the man, Shuey stared deep into the teary eyes of Chelsea. “Please…I need to know…we need to know…what happened last night. For Koby.”
Chelsea bit deep into her lip, almost enough to draw blood. Going with this boy now would lead to unavoidable complications. But there was something about him; a care that she could see in his eyes, that made her trust him almost implicitly. Looking back to the bar, Schofield was nowhere to be seen.
Leaning in towards Shuey, she whispered, “OK…but we’ve got to go now, and quickly. Do you have somewhere safe where we can go?”
“Uh…sure. It should be safe by now. Come on…”
The two ducked out of the bar and into the crisp Perth night. Slinking back around the bar and watching the two run away, Will Schofield picked up the bar phone with a grave look upon his gloriously bearded face.
“It’s me...they’ve just left. I’m sorry…I tried my best to fight him off.”
A voice again rang out from the other side of the bar.
“That’s what she said!”
TO BE CONTINUED...
SinkingDeeper
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Needed a drunken bald man in the bar, whinging about his gout.
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Ochre
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If Schoey turns out to be a bad guy I will hunt you down thorne
Carbine Chaos
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Damnit... the suspense is killing me!
And probably Koby too...
And probably Koby too...
I'm loving this Thorne.
Is it something to do St.Kida players seeking revenge for Lyon leaving? I don't want Schoey to be a bad guy D:
The_Reaper
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Schoey is the hard boiled jaded wise man who will save the day in the end.
Him and other senior players surely. I can see Glass and Cox playing that role as well.
You need to add the "...or beating North Melbourne at Subiaco" part!
Or else what?
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The man was perched atop a high rise apartment block in the City of Perth; looking down at the near empty streets at 7.30pm. He knew that the hustle and bustle of the City would have died down by that late hour…a perfect chance to strike.
…good old North Melbourne, they’re champions you’ll agree…North Melbourne is the team that plays to…
Click. That beautiful ringtone. It killed him to have to end it. But not as much as it was going to kill Luke Shuey and Chelsea Roffey.
“Hello?”
“They’re coming. Prepare yourself.”
Hanging up the phone, the man proceeded to slide out his long range rifle out of his bag. He’d been known as the best sniper in the business for many months now; his mentor had taught him well. It was all about picking your target early, and taking them when they least expected it.
But something about this felt almost wrong. The target tonight wasn’t completely defenceless…where was the sport in that? If Shuey was allowed to survive…the repercussions would be severe…not only for the mission, but also for the…
McMahon. Do it for Scotty McMahon.
Steeling his thoughts, the man glanced down at the street. There they were. Shuey and Roffey making their way along the street, a quick pace being set by the classy midfielder. It was now or never. Bringing the rifle to his shoulder, he looked through the scope and rested the target directly on Shuey’s heart.
Goodbye, Mr. Shuey…
BANG!
Shuey and Roffey heard the shot ring out through the night, but from where it came from, they would never know. All they knew was that one second there was a gunshot, the next they were flying through the air, pushed to the ground by a speeding blur, barely recognisable. Chelsea screamed in fear as the two hit the ground, and a second later were covered in the blood of said blur.
Up on the roof, the sniper looked at his work with fear. This…was a problem. Quickly retreating, he made sure to leave no trace of his botched mission.
Shuey jumped to his feet and rolled over the groaning body; laying covered in a pool of blood on the pavement. The beard was the major giveaway.
“Schoey?”
Will Schofield looked up at the two with a slight trickle of tears falling from his eyes. “Hi…Shue…”
Shuey looked down at horror at his teammate. The bullet had passed straight through his extended fist…one last one percenter. It had proceeded to smash into his chest, ripping open his cavity to reveal a hurriedly beating heart and several protruding ribs.
“…do you…reckon…I’ll be right…for Saturday?”
Shuey’s face fell; how could it be that he had the courage to run backwards into the path of Jonathon Brown, but he didn’t have the courage to tell Schoey the truth? As much as it shamed him; this was a time to cater to his selfish needs; Brock O’Brien style.
“Schoey…who did this to you? What is going on?!”
To Shuey’s surprise, Will managed a slight laugh with his last ounce of strength. “I couldn’t let them do it…you’re one of…the good ones…never…join…”
With that, Schoey’s head dropped for one final time. He was dead. Shuey ducked his head down to his teammates’, silently mourning the loss of a champion half back. Chelsea grabbed Shuey’s arm tenderly, and he turned to her with a quizzical look on his face.
“Never join who?”
TO BE CONTINUED...
…good old North Melbourne, they’re champions you’ll agree…North Melbourne is the team that plays to…
Click. That beautiful ringtone. It killed him to have to end it. But not as much as it was going to kill Luke Shuey and Chelsea Roffey.
“Hello?”
“They’re coming. Prepare yourself.”
Hanging up the phone, the man proceeded to slide out his long range rifle out of his bag. He’d been known as the best sniper in the business for many months now; his mentor had taught him well. It was all about picking your target early, and taking them when they least expected it.
But something about this felt almost wrong. The target tonight wasn’t completely defenceless…where was the sport in that? If Shuey was allowed to survive…the repercussions would be severe…not only for the mission, but also for the…
McMahon. Do it for Scotty McMahon.
Steeling his thoughts, the man glanced down at the street. There they were. Shuey and Roffey making their way along the street, a quick pace being set by the classy midfielder. It was now or never. Bringing the rifle to his shoulder, he looked through the scope and rested the target directly on Shuey’s heart.
Goodbye, Mr. Shuey…
BANG!
Shuey and Roffey heard the shot ring out through the night, but from where it came from, they would never know. All they knew was that one second there was a gunshot, the next they were flying through the air, pushed to the ground by a speeding blur, barely recognisable. Chelsea screamed in fear as the two hit the ground, and a second later were covered in the blood of said blur.
Up on the roof, the sniper looked at his work with fear. This…was a problem. Quickly retreating, he made sure to leave no trace of his botched mission.
Shuey jumped to his feet and rolled over the groaning body; laying covered in a pool of blood on the pavement. The beard was the major giveaway.
“Schoey?”
Will Schofield looked up at the two with a slight trickle of tears falling from his eyes. “Hi…Shue…”
Shuey looked down at horror at his teammate. The bullet had passed straight through his extended fist…one last one percenter. It had proceeded to smash into his chest, ripping open his cavity to reveal a hurriedly beating heart and several protruding ribs.
“…do you…reckon…I’ll be right…for Saturday?”
Shuey’s face fell; how could it be that he had the courage to run backwards into the path of Jonathon Brown, but he didn’t have the courage to tell Schoey the truth? As much as it shamed him; this was a time to cater to his selfish needs; Brock O’Brien style.
“Schoey…who did this to you? What is going on?!”
To Shuey’s surprise, Will managed a slight laugh with his last ounce of strength. “I couldn’t let them do it…you’re one of…the good ones…never…join…”
With that, Schoey’s head dropped for one final time. He was dead. Shuey ducked his head down to his teammates’, silently mourning the loss of a champion half back. Chelsea grabbed Shuey’s arm tenderly, and he turned to her with a quizzical look on his face.
“Never join who?”
TO BE CONTINUED...
Dammit thorne at this rate i'm going to run out of appreciative .gifs by the time you're done!
The_Reaper
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NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!
Carbine Chaos
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He died a hero.
The_Reaper
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Good night sweet prince and let the flight of eagles sing thee to thy rest.
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EagleCanival
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Surely the AFL would give the eagles a compensation for the loss of two future stars
SinkingDeeper
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Boomer the trigger man? The plot thickens!
Im a little too into this story.
“…do you…reckon…I’ll be right…for Saturday?"
I would of laughed at this more if i wasn't so sad about schoey. My 2nd fav player.
“…do you…reckon…I’ll be right…for Saturday?"
I would of laughed at this more if i wasn't so sad about schoey. My 2nd fav player.
Carbine Chaos
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Im a little too into this story.
“…do you…reckon…I’ll be right…for Saturday?"
I would of laughed at this more if i wasn't so sad about schoey. My 2nd fav player.
Mine too. Wasn't an easy decision to make.
But you either die a hero...or live long enough to see yourself become the villain.
The_Reaper
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Schoey is fine. He's only sleeping.
Will play on saturday.
Will play on saturday.