A/N This is the first story of any type I have written since leaving school (however long ago that was.)
And my first piece of fan fiction. So constructive reviews of any type are much appreciated
I know my grammar isn't perfect but is the best I can personally manage, hopefully it is good enough as not to 'get in the way' too much.
Small word of warning, this chapter may be a little bit dull for some peoples taste but I felt I needed to lay down some ground-works now otherwise the rest wouldn't make sense.
The final few paragraphs and chapter 2 is where it gets exciting so if you like you can jump to them to get a fair view of what my story will be like

thank you

The beast outside.

It was an unusually warm, dry day for October, a thick blanket of white cloud covered the sky. it was calm too. Bruce sleepily dragged himself downstairs rubbing the sleep from his light blue eyes, then pulled a short, stray blonde hair of his out of one of them. he was unremarkable to look at, slightly shorter than most people he knew but not the shortest. he wasn't particularly strong, despite being a builders labour for a job. But he was by no means weak. just average and slim.

He was 21, and until he had several seizures completely out of the blue over a year ago. driving was his passion and life, it was what got him up in the mornings, what motivated him and where most of his wages went too.
Since having the seizures though, all of this had gone. His licence had been taken away due to the seizures. His mechanical engineer apprenticeship went too, as there wasn't any public transport going to the village he worked at to allow him to get there in time in the mornings.
He was now labouring for an angry aggressive builder a 10 minute bicycle ride up the road from where he lived. Not something he wanted to be doing.

He was living in his own version of hell, and was miserable. Problems at home involving his stepfather essentially meant it didn't feel like a home. He couldn't move out he wasn't even earning close to enough to even rent somewhere. He was trapped. it was like a prison cell, he knew his licence was the key to his cell, everything could get better once he could find a decent job. But he was unlikely to get one unless he could drive. But the envelope containing his licence was taking far longer than the year long suspension to get to him.

He walked across the hallway into the kitchen, opposite the stairs and switched the kettle on to make a cup of tea. He then opened the kitchen blinds, that's when he saw the postman walking up his driveway carrying an A4 sized brown envelope, along with several letters. Could it finally be his licence, he hoped so.
He rushed down the hallway to the front door quickly unlocking it and taking the letters and the envelope off the postman, before he had time to put them through the door. With a friendly cheers to the postman Bruce shut the door.

Walking past the kitchen, and the stares that were placed opposite them. Bruce walked into the dining room that was at the end of the hallway. He then put the letters on the dining table set to the back of the house, and fully opened the patio door, just to the right of the table to let the fresh Norfolk countryside air flow in. He then went back round the table to the back left of the room, and through a tight 90 degree right hand corridor, and into the extended flat roofed living room. He then opened that patio door too for the same reason. Then he went back into the kitchen made his cup of tea and put it down on the table to sort out the letters.

There were 5 of them today, the first few being for his parents, who were on holiday at the moment. The last two were addressed to him. He opened the letter first not wanting to get excited about the large brown one, but wanting to leave the best to last anyway.
The letter as he suspected was just a bank statement, Bruce read it quickly, checking there wasn't any activity that shouldn't have been there. There wasn't so he went onto the brown envelope. On the back it said "return to DVLA Swansea", Bruce smiled, and chuckled slightly to himself . It was certainly the right people who sent it, but was it what he was hoping for, or did it contain bad news he opened it...

There it was staring back at him was his photo-card, he didn't need to look at the paperwork to know he had his licence back. His key to his cell door was finally in his hands after 17 months of misery.
He got his phone out of his pocket and rang his closest friend, Lucas who lived just round the corner. (Literally, they once made a tin can telephone from each of their bedroom windows when they were 7.)

"Hello Bruce", Lucas answered flatly as he picked up the phone.
"Hello mate" replied Bruce cheerily "what are ya up to today".
"Not a lot really you."
"Not particularly, but my parents are away on holiday for the week as you know, so I've got a free house. want to come over sometime today."
"Yeh maybe later" Lucas replied.
"Oh and one other thing Lucas, guess what just come through the post."
"Your licence, no way mate good for you." Lucas almost shouted.
"Yeh I know Bruce replied, smiling. If you want to come round now-ish, I just need to tax and insure the shogun and we can go for a drive."
"Ok mate, will be 10 munities Lucas replied, himself smiling for his friend."
"alright don't worry about knocking, just walk in." Bruce finished.

Bruce put his phone down, got up from the table, and walked over to the 400 year old oak table they used as the computer desk in the left corner of the room. Just next to the living room entrance. He turned on the computer.
The tables massive planks of wood that made up the top were far to uneven to have dinner on, many glasses of drink were spilt until they got the cheap, flimsy (but flat) pine one that now sat to the back wall of the house. Ready to be pulled out at dinner.

Half an hour later Lucas walked in running a hand through his short brown hair as he did so, he was a little taller than Bruce but stockier due to being a minor user of weights, and general fitness training whereas Bruce did not.
Bruce was turning off the computer, having taxed and insured the shogun, and made sure the M.O.T was still valid too.

"Ahh your finally here then Lucas," Bruce said heartily to him as walked over to the old table.
"yeh I was still in bed when you called."
Bruce laughed, "you should change your name to Lucas electrical, you're about as reliable as most of the stuff they made" he quipped.
"Ahhh one day, one day" Lucas joked back. "Anyway should we go."
"Yep in a minute mate, I haven't eaten yet so will just make a few rounds of toast them we will be off."

Bruce stood up from the computer table, and as he was pushing the chair back in they heard 2 very loud bangs that Bruce recognised as something hitting the roof, of the flat roofed living room. These thumps however were much louder than one of next doors footballs bouncing on it, MUCH louder.

What on...Lucas never finished his sentence, as whatever had made the noise had jumped off the roof and onto the patio, and leaped through the open patio door, that it was hardly big enough to fit through. Sending one of the dining chairs flying down the hallway to the front door in the process, It then went round the table to face the terrified friends who were now leaning against the computer table, unable to move, out of unbridled terror.

And there it stopped this massive black creature mouth closed teeth bared slit eyed growling leaning backwards ready to pounce...

A/N There you go, just in time for Christmas morning. (For half of the world anyway.) Be sure to let me know what you think in the reviews.
Thank you.