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Prolude

Wandsworth Common on a dark winter's night, a young man called Gareth Roberts, an intelligent bank assistant, is sitting on a hard oak bench, with a cast iron dedication plaque on the back, stating "In Memory to Clive Holland, who disagreed with the state". Underneath the plaque, somebody scribbled "and to those whom created this memorial", a stark reminder of what the world has turned into, a harsh, draconian society, ran by an autocratic dictator and within the boundaries of classic totalitarianism.

Gareth himself was hiding a dark secret, one which has been haunting him, specifically the disappearance of his mother, June, just a few weeks before. Gareth had returned home to visit his parents, who lived in Kensington, in a terraced Georgian townhouse. When Gareth entered the elaborately decorated property, he tragically found his father dead, shot in the back of the head. The wall on which his body leant on was covered in blood, as if a can of red paint was literally thrown against it, as well as a puddle of blood on the floor, to the body was within, and furthermore the blood had changed the colour of his clothes to a dark, rich red. However, there was no sign of his mother, who during her life, had been a firm opponent of the dictatorship that forced its self into her life, who was also in constant touch with a vast underground movement, determined to end the reign of the dictator known only as Mr Jones.

Gareth however was aware that he knew more than he should, that not only did the state murder its opponents, but that it also abducted people off the streets who opposed its regime, and against their will, used them as transplant donors, with many of their internal organs and tissues being taken. Much of the time the procedure of removing of the organs / tissues was done without anaesthetic, and was meant as a form of punishment, similar to being hung, drawn and quartered, a rarely used but excruciatingly painful method of execution used until the 1870's.
Suddenly, a rustling bush startled Gareth, who realised that he had to move and find safety in the underground if he was not to suffer to the same fate that he knew his mother would have suffered. Gareth had bumped into a man outside his parent's property just after he made the grim discovery, who called himself "Alan", who told Gareth that protection is available in the "underground" if he requires it, before suddenly disappearing. A distressed Gareth thought nothing of it, although he was aware of his Mothers "Underground" links.

Suddenly, he was pushed off the bench onto the hard path, on which he cracked his head, and he could feel blood dripping from a gash on his forehead towards his eye. Then, suddenly, he was forcibly rolled onto his back, where his arms and legs were restrained by two assailants in black clothing and black full motorcycle helmets, before a dark gloved hard covered his now dry mouth so that he couldn't scream. Despite his attempts to get free, Gareth was helpless, as a large kitchen knife, about 20cm's in length, was revealed, and at that moment, Gareth realised what was about to happen, the same as what probably happened to his mother, and then, without warning, the knife was plunged into his chest...

Description
Prolude

Wandsworth Common on a dark winter's night, a young man called Gareth Roberts, an intelligent bank assistant, is sitting on a hard oak bench, with a cast iron dedication plaque on the back, stating "In Memory to Clive Holland, who disagreed with the state". Underneath the plaque, somebody scribbled "and to those whom created this memorial", a stark reminder of what the world has turned into, a harsh, draconian society, ran by an autocratic dictator and within the boundaries of classic totalitarianism.

Gareth himself was hiding a dark secret, one which has been haunting him, specifically the disappearance of his mother, June, just a few weeks before. Gareth had returned home to visit his parents, who lived in Kensington, in a terraced Georgian townhouse. When Gareth entered the elaborately decorated property, he tragically found his father dead, shot in the back of the head. The wall on which his body leant on was covered in blood, as if a can of red paint was literally thrown against it, as well as a puddle of blood on the floor, to the body was within, and furthermore the blood had changed the colour of his clothes to a dark, rich red. However, there was no sign of his mother, who during her life, had been a firm opponent of the dictatorship that forced its self into her life, who was also in constant touch with a vast underground movement, determined to end the reign of the dictator known only as Mr Jones.

Gareth however was aware that he knew more than he should, that not only did the state murder its opponents, but that it also abducted people off the streets who opposed its regime, and against their will, used them as transplant donors, with many of their internal organs and tissues being taken. Much of the time the procedure of removing of the organs / tissues was done without anaesthetic, and was meant as a form of punishment, similar to being hung, drawn and quartered, a rarely used but excruciatingly painful method of execution used until the 1870's.
Suddenly, a rustling bush startled Gareth, who realised that he had to move and find safety in the underground if he was not to suffer to the same fate that he knew his mother would have suffered. Gareth had bumped into a man outside his parent's property just after he made the grim discovery, who called himself "Alan", who told Gareth that protection is available in the "underground" if he requires it, before suddenly disappearing. A distressed Gareth thought nothing of it, although he was aware of his Mothers "Underground" links.

Suddenly, he was pushed off the bench onto the hard path, on which he cracked his head, and he could feel blood dripping from a gash on his forehead towards his eye. Then, suddenly, he was forcibly rolled onto his back, where his arms and legs were restrained by two assailants in black clothing and black full motorcycle helmets, before a dark gloved hard covered his now dry mouth so that he couldn't scream. Despite his attempts to get free, Gareth was helpless, as a large kitchen knife, about 20cm's in length, was revealed, and at that moment, Gareth realised what was about to happen, the same as what probably happened to his mother, and then, without warning, the knife was plunged into his chest...