Enter the world of Eastenders : a place full of drama and sadness , but happiness too. With characters like Ian Beale , who always seems to be tight on money , or Phil Mitchell, the meanest motherfucker out there. With actors that have been in it for years like Dot , or newer actors like Danny dyer ...wait Danny dyer? Who needs anyone else? Danny is here to stop the same old reoccurring deaths and heartbreaks, the same old sadness and despair, and most of all, he's there to end the cycle of death and surprise appearances in which the characters have magically healed. He's going to kill The Eastenders.
Danny Dyer awoke from his bed at the queen Vic. He was confused. He was Mick Carter when he went to bed , but a voice inside his head awoke him. 'Danny' it whispered 'Danny boy we have a lot of work to do'. He turned around but could see no one besides his sleeping wife Linda , but she seemed different. Blurry almost , as if she was barely in existence, hanging by the treads of reality. Everything was blurry, every object in sight :the pillows, the door, the wardrobe , even the dressing gown lying beside the bed. 'This world isn't real Danny' the voice in his head jeered , 'it's all a lie, and there is only one thing to do with this lie Danny...destroy it' Danny's mind was full of questions , but only one required a answer ; "how is this possible?" The voice in his head went through his memories with him , showing him conversations where he has said something he had regretted or fights he didn't mean to have.'danny I am afraid that you are living In fiction , written for people's entertainment, like everyone else around here.'The only people not blurry right now are the people that are being written in today's story' the voice explained 'the rest like you are on standby'. "How do I end this misery?!" Danny asked , weeping now softly. 'End the characters and you end the story's Danny dyer' ordered the voice. 'End the nightmare'
Max Branning was making his way to the market when the Queen Vic pub exploded into flames , the shards of glass from the windows firing outwards into the crowded street , sending the last remaining bystanders ducking for cover. But not Max, he had seen his fair share of danger and it was about time he did something good for his town. He looked around and saw Lucy Beale clutching her waist , a shard of glass buried deep inside it, the blood escaping from her body at a alarming rate. Max ignored her , he was more worried about the occupants of the pub. Suddenly a figure appeared out of the smoke , slowly making his way into the clean air. "Mick what the bloody hell happened there?" "Wha- that's when Max hit the ground, his head smacking against the curb. A second explosion was heard only a millisecond before but by a revolver. He remembered seeing it's outline before he fell, and only know knew it's deadly purpose. His death was the first of many. A freedom that the rest of the town were soon to share.