Right, here we have a crap filler chappie for you, sorry I'm so lazy with this but I'm not very good at series stories. Although I do think this is going to get better as I go along, certainly a lot darker.
Gorillaz (c) Gorillaz
And through all the destruction
That came again
My heart was wrenched in two
When I saw you
We're fighting a war
But on different sides
A heartbeat away
From loosing our lives
The war's not physical
No tired muscles
But plays in our minds
Sending us over before our time
People make bad choices
None so much as us
With all hope dead
They can only blame the friends
Life and Death
Ursula looked over the poem once more, before, hastily, shoving it inside her desk. It was crap. She didn't know why she had been feeling like this, but she had a niggling feeling something needed to be done, something almost beyond her, she couldn't even touch it. She had been feeling like this ever since her old mum had died.
Now the feeling had gotten stronger and she couldn't take her mind off it. It pulsated through everything she touched. She had a job to do, but didn't know what it was.
She dropped, exasperated, onto her bed. She turned her telly on, using her remote, which she had dumped on her bed in the morning. She then fished around under her bed for a beer and when she came back up she found that she was on I.T.V, they were playing a program on influential musicians, she half watched it until they played a clip from a video, bombs and a little girl running, this was unusual. Now stop... run the name pass her again... Gorillaz?
It clicked.
Her mind worked out the puzzle.
These people knew something. They would help her.
She didn't think much of the song.
Ursula logged on her ancient Windows '95 and waited for her crappy dial-up connection to work. Then she looked up the Gorillaz.
She came across the site almost immediately and then waited for what seemed like forever for the site to load, once she got on she looked around the site for a while. After half an hour she came up with a blank and was about to switch off when something called "Reject False Icons" caught her eye.
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Ursula stuffed some things in a bag, she didn't even know what. Then she caught sight of herself in a mirror. She looked like shit. Her brown hair stuck out, Her face was red from the stuffy weather and her wire framed, owl glasses were skew-whiff. She was horribly plain. Nowhere near as pretty as her little sister, how she hated her sister. She didn't much care though, her sister had long since disowned the family and didn't matter anymore. Ursula chucked some beer in to keep her other objects company. On her way out she picked up her old coat and then looked her flat up.
As she left her flat she could hear a low whirring sound, looking up she saw helicopters bearing down on her. Before she knew what was happening she was running so fast her heart was in her mouth. She ran and never looked back. She could still hear them coming. Ursula could hear them firing and then an incredible pain filled her whole body before she collapsed.
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Ursula's flat and the other flats in the council block, had been bombed to bits. The police ran an investigation and 33 people were dead while 5 others were presumed dead. Two people alone were said to have survived, a 3 year old child and his mother.
Ursula Ellis was never seen again.
In fact she was, but no one in Essex had ever heard of her, so she pretty much had bugger all to worry about.
Unless, of course, you count impending death.