Text Type- Realistic Fiction- Glasgow 2014 Commonwealth Games

The crowd went silent as the lights suddenly went out. The swimmers kept swimming until the end. No one knew who won. A murmur of chatter started to emerge from the sides of the stadium. The light went back on, but not the replay computers. “We have a problem in sector 5. The power and all of the computers were shut off so no one knew who won… The computers aren’t working… Yeah I know but we can’t… Ok we’ll redo the race… Alright, bye.” The official put the phone down, then he shouted, “We’re redoing the race!” through the microphone which led to speakers throughout the stadium. A large groan came from the swimmers as their bodies were pushed to the limit again. The power was shut off again! Someone must have been messing with the electrical wires. Authorities headed down to the main-frame electric board at the base of the stadium. When they opened it all they could see was the wall! There was nothing there!

“BLEEEEEEEEEEEP! BLEEEEEEEEEEEP! BLEEEEEEEEEEEP!” Everyone hesitated and then screamed as they ran towards the nearest exit. But when everyone was leaving, one of the authorities saw a suspicious looking person up in the crowd with his hand on his chin, not caring about anything. The authority who saw him was named Billy. “There! Look!” Shouted Billy. All of the other guys looked up and quickly started running towards the suspicious looking man. Then the lights went off. The authorities kept on running but ended up concussing themselves, except for Billy. He had the sense to stop running and just stand still. To see if the man who had been lurking around was still there. “CHHHH!” The lights came back on. Billy looked around but there was no one there. Unless… He slowly turned his head up wards and saw the man about to land on top of him. Billy quickly moved away as the suspect landed straight in front of him.”Gotcha!” He shouted. “BAM!” Billy was knocked out, “sweet dreams…” Billy reached is hand out to try and grab him but he couldn’t reach. “No…” He murmured.

Billy could hear a fan spinning. As he woke up he saw some of the other authorities still unconscious and the suspect pacing up and down the room. He tried to run at him, but it was no use. He was latched onto a chair which was locked into the cement floor. “Ahh, Mr Culamine. I’ve been meaning to meet you.” He said. “How do you know my name?” Billy asked. “Oh, I do my research. You know, going through major sport profiles… ILLEGALLY!” The malicious man grinned as Billy tried to get out of his chair. Some of the other authorities started to wake up. One of those sat right behind Billy. ” So what’s your name?” He asked. “Jackson Dilameaone. Call me Mr D for short.” Mr D replied. ” You know, there is one mistake you made when putting all of us in here.” Whilst Billy was saying this, the authority behind him was cutting the rope that Billy was tied around. “And what might that be?” Asked Mr D. “Your students didn’t agree with the table set up.” Billy quickly freed his hands and pulled out his nun-chucks. Mr D’s eyes widened as Billy swooped his legs from under him, causing him to fall backwards onto his back. Billy quickly wrapped his nun-chucks around Mr D’s legs so that his opponent could not stand back upright. He then fetched the rope that was once wrapped around him and quickly tied it around Mr D’s body. “Curse you Culamine, curse you!” And those were the famous last words of Mr D.

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