The Poison Factory E-Book

Oisin McGann

• Herausgeber: The O'Brien Press
• Kategorie: Für Kinder und Jugendliche
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2012

Seitenzahl: 53

Beschreibung

Deep in the cellars of the O'Brien Press is a safe that contained stories too horrible to be read. But somebody has broken into that safe and the stories have been released. This is one of those Forbidden Files. 'They called it 'The Fart Factory', it smelled so bad. The Kanker & Byle Chemical Company was a towering heap of buildings and pipes and walkways, just piled on top of each other. Then somebody had stuck some chimneys on the top, like candles on the world's ugliest birthday cake'. When the Root Street Gang lose their football in the Kanker & Byle Chemical Factory, Gaz sends his little brother Joey in to get it back. And then they lose Joey. Faced with returning home without his brother and facing his Mam's wrath, Gaz has no choice but to lead his friends Hayley and Damo into the factory to find Joey and their football. But this is no ordinary factory, and in no time at all, Gaz, Hayley and Damo encounter the living dead, giant insects, and a man with the most disgusting job in the world. But there is an even worse fate awaiting them at the end of their search!

Leseprobe

O’Brien Press Memo From: The Management To: All Members of Staff Subject: The Forbidden Files

You’re probably wondering why you arrived this morning to find the police searching your desks.

There is no easy way of saying this, so we’ll get straight to the point: last night, the safe containing the Forbidden Files was broken into. The Files have been STOLEN.

The stories in these Files were kept locked up and hidden away for good reason. These stories are too FRIGHTENING, too DISTURBING or just too downright DISGUSTING to be read by children.

The police will want to speak to all of you — please give them your full cooperation. We have to find The Forbidden Files; they must NEVER see the light of day.

For the lads in the M&M studio, back in the day.Thanks for all the laughs.

CONTENTS

Title Page

Dedication

1 Going Under The Wall

2 The Hunt For Molars

3 Dead On Their Feet

4 Total Loss Of Control

5 The Disgustinger

6 The Kitchen Of Death

7 Dying To Go

About the Auther

Copyright

1

Going Under The Wall

They called it ‘The Fart Factory’, it smelled so bad. The Kanker & Byle Chemical Company was a towering heap of buildings and pipes and walkways, just piled on top of each other. Then somebody had stuck some chimneys on the top, like candles on the world’s ugliest birthday cake. Gluey smoke rose out of the chimneys, but then fell over the sides and poured to the ground, too oily and lazy to float up into the sky.

And it was a spooky place too. Apart from the delivery trucks that only showed up late at night, nobody was ever seen going in, or coming out. Nobody knew anybody who had ever been inside. Some people said the place was haunted, that it was run by ghosts and ghouls.

Or maybe robots.

There was only one piece of grass in the area, and it lay right next to the factory wall. Like most things near the factory, the grass was brown, and slightly greasy, but it was still better than the tarmac of the road for playing football. And you were less likely to get hit by a car. So this was where Gaz Flynn and the other members of the Root Street Gang played soccer.

It started out like a normal Saturday – Gaz, Joey, Damo and Hayley had gone out to the brown to play football. Gaz and Damo were always the captains of their teams, because Joey (Gaz’s baby brother) was only seven, and couldn’t kick a ball to save his life, and Hayley was, well … a girl. 

It stopped being a normal Saturday when Joey took careful aim at the goal painted onto the wall of the factory and kicked the ball as hard as he could, sending it soaring into the air and over the factory wall.

‘You maggot!’ Gaz snapped at his little brother, grabbing him by his mop of thick, black hair. ‘That’s the third time you’ve done that.’

‘It was an accident!’ Joey snapped back, pulling himself free.

‘It’s always an accident with you, you little twerp,’ Gaz shouted at him, his brown face going a strange purple colour. ‘This is the last time. You’re going in there and getting that ball!’

The others gaped at him in shock.

‘You can’t send him in there, man,’ Damo gasped, in his best American accent. ‘Not into the factory. That’s way too cruel.’

Damo always tried to act like he was some US rap star (even though he was from Root Street like the rest of them) but he’d never even been to America. He wore his baseball cap crooked all the time and made strange shapes with his hands while he talked. He also wished he had African blood in him, like Gaz and Joey, but he was as white as vanilla ice cream and had red hair.

‘I’ve had enough of him,’ Gaz declared. ‘That’s the third ball he’s lost in there.’

He turned to his brother.

‘That’s it. If you ever want to play with us again, you’re going in to get that ball.’

Joey looked as if he was going to cry, but Gaz folded his arms and put on his grimmest expression. They were very alike, Gaz and Joey. With their brown freckled skin, their black hair and the same stubborn look on their faces, you could tell they were brothers. But Gaz was bigger, and he had an earring, and lines shaved into the sides of his head that made him look even meaner than he was. And he was feeling pretty mean right then. Joey looked out from under his ropey fringe of hair at Hayley, who was normally nicer to him than the two older boys. He gave her his best baby-eyes look, but she just shrugged.

‘It’ll be okay. I can tell,’ she tried to reassure him. ‘I know you’ll find that ball, no problem.’

Hayley thought that she was a bit psychic. Nobody else did.

‘It’s only a factory,’ she added, one hand nervously twisting her curly, sand-coloured locks.

But it wasn’t just any factory. It was Kanker & Byle.

There had once been guard dogs in the yard behind that wall – rottweilers and german shepherds, the meanest you’d ever seen. The only thing was, a dog has a sense of smell that’s a thousand times better than a human’s. There was a hole under the mossy, grey concrete wall around the back of the factory, where the guard dogs – in a desperate bid to escape the stink – had dug their way out and run howling down the street, never to be seen again.

This was where Joey would have to go in. The Root Street Gang made their way round to the back wall, where they found the hole, hidden by a half-dead clump of thistles.

‘Right, in you go,’ Gaz told him. ‘And don’t mess about. Your mission is to just grab the ball and come back. I’m timing you. And don’t make any noise. And if anybody catches you, don’t tell them about us. Nobody likes a squealer. Now, go on.’