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The Madman

Chapter 1

My life had been very uneventful except for moving to London from America 10 years ago, but one day last September everything changed. My name is Erin Shepherd and this is the story of how my best friend and I met the madman.

The night was still and silent in London. I was filling out a report for work when I was startled by a loud noise. It sounded like it was coming from the sky. I grabbed my jacket, car keys, and rushed outside. The air was cool and crisp with a slight breeze. I looked up at the sky and saw a huge spaceship looking thing, flying toward the center of London. I called my best friend and flatmate Selina Williams, who had a minor position in the British government, to see if she knew what was going on.

Her mobile went to straight voicemail and I immediately started to worry. I got in my car and drove to the center of London to find her. I was one of the only people heading toward the city, while everyone else is trying to leave. When I arrived, the streets were empty except for a few people who were wandering about looking at the ship. It was huge and had gold balls all over it.

I parked, got out of my car, and continued on foot. I was two streets away from Selina's office, when a man ran into me. We fell and he landed on me.

"Get off!" I groaned. My jeans were ripped at the knees and my knees were skinned. I was definitely going to have bruises. The man got off me. I rolled onto my back and said, "Oi. Watch where you are going."

"Sorry. I'm so sorry. In a hurry. Let me help you up." He grabbed my hand and pulled me up. "Are you alright? Let me check." The man pulled out a metal tube looking thing with a blue end and pointed at me. It made a strange buzzing noise as he waved it in front of my face. "You should be OK. No concussion. Okay, gotta go." With that, he ran off.

I was in shock over what just happened, but I had just enough sense to yell, "Wait!" and run after him. By the time I caught up, with the man, he was trying to get into the building at the end of the street. I looked and realized it was my friend's office building.

The man was tall with brown hair, and he wore a brown trench coat over a blue suit with a pair of white trainers.