Ellie Bliss E-Book

Bill Allison

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Krimi
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2020

Beschreibung

Bill Allison was born and raised inthe Northern steel town of Scunthorpe England and has had a varied career as a Truck and Bus driver, salesman, manager, prison officer and trader. His interest in writing developed in the 1990s drawing on his experiences of travel to interesting places and meeting fascinating people. His novels are easy to read stories concentrating on keeping the reader engaged and interested from start to finish.

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Bill Allison

Ellie Bliss

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Ellie Bliss

From an early age it was apparent that Eleanor Blisset was different, a cold unemotional girl who preferred her own company and never mixed with others.

Then when challenged her unusual abilities attracted the unwanted attention of the organisation and as she grew up she drifted into a life where her skills earned her an easy living and a fearsome reputation as an assassin that never failed. Then she met Irene and her smelly dog Harold and then Douglas, and then the mysterious African giant Mr Simba Smith and her long dormant emotions began to stir placing her and her new friends in mortal danger. The unnatural lethal skills that had drawn her into the low life world of crime now took her to the very top, to the white house, where her fate and that of her lover and new friends was to be decided.

“Damn you!” he hissed through clenched teeth.

She stopped and exhaled a frustrated little sigh having walked just five paces away from him. Ellies head had dropped ever so slightly it was hardly noticeable, but he noticed, and knew instantly his potentially fatal error. Ellie Bliss spun around on her heels and in one fluid motion was striding purposefully back towards the man, covering the distance in three strong strides. “No, No, wait I’m sorry, No I wasn’t talking to you, no please!” he pleaded his voice rising in volume the closer she got, and now cowering back from the table, his hands raised in total submission, but she still strode towards him. Her right hand extended forward fingers locked together forming a spear shape, her sharp finger nails now less than a metre from his terrified face.

Perhaps if she had been in a better mood that day she might have ignored the man’s unfortunate outburst and simply continued walking. It could have been passed off as frustration or resignation of the inevitable on his part, and not particularly directed at her as she began walking out of the restaurant. Unfortunately she wasn’t in a particularly good mood and hadn’t been for some time, and to make matters worse, she couldn’t seem to snap out of her permanent gloomy state of mind.

Eleanor Blisset was thirty years and two days old. Her birthday had come, passed, and gone completely unnoticed just the same as all her other birthdays had since she was sixteen years old, but never having caused her a moment’s reflection until two days ago. She couldn’t recall a time when she had felt any strong emotions about anything.

No anger, sadness, joy and she couldn’t remember an occasion, since leaving school prematurely, when she had engaged another person in conversation other than a few choice words, usually not very nice ones. Ellie was a loner, accepting and very comfortable with her situation, never needing or wanting for anything or anyone.

Early on in her life she had realised she was different but not understanding why, and soon, not caring just accepting it.

From the age of ten she was stronger, faster, and smarter than any of the other boys and girls. Even ones much older than her, she never suffered the numerous illnesses all the others seemed to constantly be having, and had an unusual, couldn’t care less attitude to just about everything. School, sport, learning, boys and any type of socialising and never ever got involved with all earth shattering pettiness all the others seemed to thrive on.

Ellie drifted through each school day doing just enough to satisfy her teachers, and keeping herself to herself until home time, when she walked home alone the two miles to her parent’s semi rural home, a smallholding in a quiet corner of rural North East England which they both tended, growing fruit, vegetables and a variety many other

Boring things with which they scraped a living by selling their produce once a week at the local market.

It was a Friday, and no different to any other day. Ellie was now fourteen years old and negotiating her route from one class to another, twisting and turning her way through the throng of other pupils, ensuring no contact occurred to hinder her progress, wanting everything to run as boringly and quick as it could till the end of the school day and week.

She was so used to being completely shunned and ignored that she was startled by the stupid boy’s clumsy advance.

Connor Sutcliffe had readily accepted a dare from the schools contingent of nasty ‘little Miss Populars’ to grab Ellie and kiss her.

Connor sprung his surprise placing his left hand on her shoulder and his right hand behind Ellies neck intending to pull her head towards him and get the uncomfortable deed over with as quickly as possible and hopefully impress the giggling nasties.

Unfortunately Ellies body reacted instinctively and he was suddenly catapulted backwards as if pulled back by a fully extended bungee rope smacking him into the steel lockers with a whack.

The mouths and eyes of the watching nasties were gaping wide open in disbelief.

Ronny Telford seized his chance to impress the girls, assuming that his best friend Connor was play acting, and had thrown himself backwards repulsed by the thought of kissing Ellie Bliss.

Big Mistake, if he had bothered to look at his friend, and not the quivering gaggle of nasty little Miss Populars he would have seen him slide down to the floor, the wind and courage knocked clean out of him.

Ronny grabbed Ellies hair from behind, intending to fulfil the dare himself, and become the nasties hero for at least five minutes. Fortunately for Ronny, Ellie was now back in control of all her faculties after being initially taken off guard and realising her error of using too much unnecessary force she reached up and took hold of Ronnie’s hand and slowly removed it from her hair applying just a little pressure to loosen his grip, and then gently pushed him away. To the onlookers it appeared that Ronny had simply let go, deciding against his intention of violently tugging Ellies hair, bending her head back, and grabbing her neck with his other hand, and then kissing her hard and flinging her away and onto the floor with a triumphant laugh. Only Ronny though, felt the excruciating pain that shot down his side from wrist to foot. It felt like a hot knife slicing him open from inside out, and then when she let him go it was gone leaving him sweating and panting for breath, Ellie calmly walked away.

Fortunately no one took any notice of Ronnie so he was able to regain some of his shattered composure as the nasties sniggered and giggled watching Connor attempting to pick himself up off the floor, unable to help him for fear of being implicated in his embarrassment.

Life continued as normal and time quietly passed, Ellie was shunned at school even more after the incident, just as she liked, and her weekends were spent at home helping her ever more distant parents on the small holding.

It was a Friday and the last day of school before the summer break and the last day of Eleanor Blisset’s childhood and school days.

She was sixteen years old and unbeknown to her all alone in her secluded little world, she had acquired a fearsome reputation as someone to be avoided and not to be messed with, fabricated and fuelled by spite, hate, and jealousy.

School ended, and as usual Ellie set off to walk the two miles home.

The group of five local thugs had planned their ambush and had waited until Ellie would not be missed as school had now ended for the summer.

The plan involved the four young men, and one girl, cornering Ellie in a secluded alleyway as she reached the outskirts of town, and enhancing their own increasingly vicious reputations by violently abusing, raping, and battering the so called hard case young lady, but their meticulous plan had one fatal flaw.

All five youths were the same, their senses and reason dulled by constantly abusing themselves with smoke, drugs, and alcohol since dropping out of school in their early teens, and falling prey to one of the increasing number of criminal gangs of more organised and far more vicious thugs.

Their pecking order and reputations were established with fear intimidation and violence. Taking this previously untouched so called hard case young girl down, in the worst possible way would increase their kudos considerably in the dark world they were descending into.

Perhaps if they had retained just a fraction of their senses the alarm bells inside their dim heads might have started tinkeling.

Thug number one slithered down the side of the wall to stand behind Ellie. Thug number two moved to her opposite side. Thug three and the girl stood in front of Ellie, blocking her path, and thug number five lay half on a wall and half on a filthy dumpster bin, leaning on his left elbow, his right hand slowly dragging a long thin shiny blade intimidatingly across his tongue.

He must have been the head thug of the little group. It seemed like they were all waiting for some sort of signal from him to act.

He waited, revelling in his moment of power. The drooling pack of jackals were getting increasingly aroused at the prospect of viciously ripping the cowering little girls clothes off and then punching kicking and cutting her, first in her mouth and head, to stop her screaming. Thug two could hardly contain himself excitedly rubbing his groin. Ellie was defiantly not cowering but she had instantly stopped walking on encountering the group.

Her first thought when she turned the corner and saw them intentionally blocking her way was to scythe her way through the youths and just carry on home.

If she actually had any emotions she would have been furious with herself at allowing her mind to float aimlessly around, she was usually fully aware of everything within her immediate surroundings, unlike the other air headed girls, always giggling and sniggering they were never aware of what was happening beyond their own silly little bubble.

Ellie had been strolling rather than her usual purposeful striding home, not relishing a whole summer tending to plants and vegetables with only her, ever distant, frosty parents for company.

However it was too late, now she was here, an innocent little cauliflower trapped amongst the nasty thistles.

Ellie stood completely still whilst the youths drooled and howled a stupid half growl half scream noise intended to scare, they were far too dim and brain dead to comprehend the truth of the situation.

Ellie had not stopped walking because she was frozen with fear; she was deciding what to do calculating in her mind the options.

She stood perfectly still, her unusual abilities seeming to pause time in an eyrie cold vacuum, she could create a perfect calm without realising, or knowing how, one that grand masters strived in vain all their lives to achieve.

The thugs were oblivious to this, engulfed in their own disgusting vacuum of sweat testosterone and sperm. The head thug languishing on the bin signalled for them to attack, his own penis as stiff as the blade in his hand. Thug number one behind moved quickly intending to circle Ellies head with his arm and grip her in a neck crushing head lock then thug number three moved forward. Ellie rammed her left elbow back into thug ones rib cage, separating ribs three and four, and with the same arm punched thug three hard, right in the middle of his fore head. They both withered silently down to the ground, one badly concussed and the other still conscious but in excruciating agony.

Thug number two who was stood to her side had already started moving towards Ellie, intending to kick her as hard as he could in her side, then punch her in her breast and watch it pop.

Ellie dipped down without looking at him and took hold of his outstretched leg then gave it an almighty yank, something snapped, it sounded like a branch breaking off an old tree, the sort of noise that makes you shiver, he fell, splatting down to the pavement, mercifully for him unconscious before he hit the ground.

The girl thug stepped back, her snarling vicious face now turned to one of startled fearful terror surely she wouldn’t harm her, she was a girl.

Ellie kicked her with more force than she intended right between her legs, lifting the poor thug off the ground and permanently damaging the organs that were intended to be the girl’s lively hood. Perhaps she may look back with gratitude one day or perhaps not, but right now she was laid out on the ground posing a completely different position.

The Head thug rolled off the wall cutting his tongue with the shiny blade as he lost balance and then fainted flopping down onto the pavement, a pool of blood surrounding his head, but nowhere near as damaged as the others. The demolition of the five thugs had only taken seconds.

Ellie stood looking at the stricken thugs all around her and raised a hand to her mouth slightly shuddering with shock, but not at the devastation she had inflicted on the fledgling gangsters, but at the terrible fleeting thought she had just had.

“If she finished them all off could she get away with it”. She stood there in the middle of the carnage, the decision of what to do taking twice as long as it took to disable the thugs.

Thankfully the answer to her own question was ‘no’ she could not get away with killing them.

Being devoid of any emotion her decision was based just on logic, a cold, clinical decision, that a sixteen year old ordinary school girl should not be forced into contemplating or even capable of doing.

If she were to leave a pile of corpses rotting in the alleyway it would be murder, but if they were just poor injured young victims, it would be unfortunate, she had decided, and that was that, so Ellie left the hard case young thugs there crying and moaning and continued strolling home.

As she walked she thought and considered that the thugs would be very reluctant to admit to being whacked by one single girl, all on her own and felt sure that she had not damaged them too badly and that their injuries would eventually be manageable.

It was not until she was almost half way home that she wondered if anyone else had witnessed the little fracas, but that thought only lasted a few seconds and was quickly replaced by thoughts of what was for tea.

At the end of the first week of the incredibly boring school holidays, no repercussions of the incident were reported and no one came looking for her.

On the Saturday Ellies mother suddenly and unexpectedly passed away. A week later she was cremated with hardly any mourners other than her Father and Ellie, and the local funeral attending ghouls.

A few bunches of home grown flowers were left there, and then they went home.

It was now the end of week three of the school holidays and Ellie was wondering where her father was, it was eleven am and she assumed that he must still be in bed, she had already tied up the gooseberries and weeded the carrot patch. She tapped on his bedroom door unable to recall a time when she had actually entered that room. There was no reply, so she pushed the door open to find him curled up in a ball on the floor beside the bed, his face screwed up in an agonised grimace.

He was quite obviously stone cold dead. Stepping closer she saw a tumbler laid on its side with a trace of some greenish brown liquid spilled onto the carpet, she assumed without touching the glass that he must have drunk a concoction of homemade poison.

Ellie softly closed the door and went back downstairs, she poured herself a glass of milk and took two stale homemade biscuits from the tin her Mother put them in after her monthly baking session and then started to deliberate this situation. She munched on the stale biscuits mulching them up in her mouth with milk, taking a third biscuit from the tin and re filling her glass. It never occurred to her that this was a tragic situation, any other sixteen year old girl would probably be in a fit of hysterics by now but she wasn’t like any other normal neurotic emotional young person she simply had no feelings one way or another .Several minutes passed and she just sat there calmly chewing the biscuit crumbs and drinking milk and then she decided on the obvious solution of how to deal with her dead father. Do nothing. A decision made employing the genius problem solving methods exclusive to her age group something at least that she had in common with other young people. Ellie had heard the horror stories related by other pupils at school of being displaced by warring parents and having to live with, and suffer at the hands of uncaring step parents. Some shipped off to live with relatives, or worse put into care. Ellie had decided she would simply carry on as if nothing had happened. Her Mother and Father had become quite reclusive with their lifestyle and very few people would bother with Dad now Mum had gone, she was always the more sociable of the two, and that wasn’t very much.

The Decision was made. That evening Ellie dug a deep hole underneath the bramble patch and unceremoniously dumped her Father in it. She re filled the hole and replaced the bramble bushes and then went inside to shower. She ate a supper of hot soup and bread and then went to bed falling into a deep carefree sleep in minutes. Another week passed with no visitors only the post person who was too busy to bother with anything but pushing the post through the letter box and leaving without even looking up. Ellie filled a four wheeled pull along cart with various produce grown on the smallholding and effortlessly dragged it the two mile distance to the local market. This proved to be a hateful experience she would never repeat. People would haggle over pennies and ask stupid questions and carelessly touch and inspect all the fruit and vegetables then give an expert useless opinion but not actually buy anything, she had never felt so uncomfortable with all the people around her and perhaps also a little trapped and afraid. She left early, taking most of the produce home and leaving it in the cart to rot considering it contaminated by all the strangers mauling it. Two more uneventful weeks passed with no visitors, and not daring to venture away from the confines of home, she filled her time tending to the gardens with no enthusiasm whatsoever, but not knowing, or even considering what else she would do. Ellie was eating lunch, the last half tin of beans, and the last edible potatoes mopped up with the last two slices of stale bread. She had only two concerns, the first was a visit by people from her school when she failed to return, a decision she had made when she had buried her Dad under the bramble bushes .The second was money she had searched the entire house and all the out buildings. There was no hidden savings to be found anywhere.

The school holidays had ended. Two days later came the unwanted knock at the door, Ellie answered it without hesitation. She had never feared confrontation, but preferred to avoid it. She couldn’t recall a time when she had actually feared anyone, or anything, but knew from experience that disrespecting, or harming people had consequences, which would result in having to talk to people, and answer questions, and apologise, and tolerate endless lectures from well meaning, and not so well meaning idiots. Stood at the door were two smartly dressed gentlemen in dark suits both with slick black hair swept back and held in place with thick smelly cream, and both smiling like a pair of half starved hyenas. “Hi” one of the slimy heads said.