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|The Armageddon Boy part I: A Very Important Delivery (standard:fantasy, 985 words) [1/3] show all parts|
|Author: Frank N. Stine||Updated: Jun 28 2002||Views/Reads: 1986/1255||Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|A first class stork delivers what could be the most important package in history, and may well trigger the final apocalyptic war.|
The Armageddon Boy Part One: A Very Special Delivery Those who saw the brilliant light in the sky would describe how night turned into day. Like a second sun was rising after the first had long since dozed off in its own bed, somewhere off the edge of the world where the dragons lay. Some would believe it was a comet that ripped across the starry sky, others that it was a visitor from another world perhaps assessing Earth as a possible new home, and others that it could be a sign that the world would end that night. Nobody could have imagined that the light that drifted towards London that night was the result of moonlight reflecting off the fine white feathers of a giant stork with a wingspan of eighty metres. The stork knew that the tiny package it was carrying in its enormous bill was valuable. Not just because he was a first class stork, and therefore only ever delivered important packages. Also because the rumours had been flying around the stork delivery depot for weeks. Some of his stork colleagues had started betting over who the package was intended for. Would this child be the son of the British Prime Minister? Or some other high ranking diplomat? Perhaps a famous pop star couple, or film star. He would soon know, the stork thought as he dipped his wings and soared past the large clock face of Big Ben. His first surprise was the address, indeed he checked his instructions written inside his wing three times when he saw the place. It was not a hospital, nor a luxurious mansion like he was accustomed to delivering to. It was a garage. Uncertain, the stork decided he would leave the bundle on the grimey concrete floor, outside the rusted garage door, and hover a little way away to make sure the baby was picked up. Soon the garage door rose noisily and a man dressed as a mechanic, and wiping his hands on what looked like a dirty rag to the stork's keen eyes, stood in the doorway and gazed down at the child. 'It's a boy I think!' he heard the man say before watching him hobble towards the bundle on the ground. It was obvious to the stork that at least one of this man's legs did not work very well. It was also clear that he - the stork - was not yet ready to leave the child in this man's care. He decided to wait a little longer, aware that the sun would soon be rising and he would have to get back to the depot before it did. After an hour, the great stork stretched its wings - satisfied with the sounds of happiness it had been hearing from inside the garage - and prepared to take flight. Screeeeech! The stork folded its wings once again as it saw two cars pull into the garage. Out of the first car came one woman and two men - one the stork recognised as a policeman. The non-policeman banged on the garage door, rattling the metal shutters. When the man with the gangly leg answered, he looked suddenly sad. 'Mary,' he said over his shoulder, 'it's Mister Wise.' Then Mr. Wise, the policeman and the woman entered. There was much unhappy noise that came from inside the garage for the next couple of minutes. Then the three from the first car emerged, the woman holding the baby. A woman stepped out of the second car as they approached. 'Mrs. Shephard,' said the woman with the baby, 'it's a boy.' Then she gently handed the child over. The Shephards! thought the stork. He had never delivered to the Click here to read the rest of this story (41 more lines)
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