This has been bugging me for ages, just thought I'd share and if people like it on the feedback i'll continue! ------------------------------------------------ A lone streetlamp transfixed upon a gleaming pair of football boots, the black and gold stripes reflected the hazy light. The storms above roared and then the heavens opened. Rain, Perfect blistering rain. The kind that hurts when it hits your skin. A light appeared in the distance of the darkness, a little red car with it's headlights half lighting the area. Slowly the car reached the streetlamp, the only streetlamp for miles around. The boots glared at the car as a man of short stature exited from the side door. He walked swiftly towards the boots, his eyes a deep shade of green gleamed upon the boots with restless intent. The man had sharp features, small and agile the man was, but a large crooked nose sprung from his face like a jack in a box. Then a cry from the car. A cry from the pregnant woman seated in the front of the small car. "You ok honey? What is it?" she yelled "It's ok, just a pair of... Football boots?" he replied with a pause. "Well put them in the back and let's be on are way!" She screamed "Ok! OK WOMAN CALM DOWN!" He angrily grabbed the boots and hurried back to the car. Chucking the boots in the back and the boots seemed to stare at the man and woman with a growing dislike. The little car speed away, and after they were gone the lamp went out and darkness was restored...
12 years later... "DAD WHERE'S MY BOOTS?!" "WHERE YOU LEFT THEM!" "I CAN'T FIND THEM!" "WELL YOUR LATE, GRAB A PAIR FROM THE GARAGE!" "OH, NOT A OLD BUSTED UP PAIR!" "HURRY UP" The man waited at the door, as his son bombed down the staircase. He watched the boy with annoyance even though he was his son. The boy ran outside, fetching a pair of boots. Those boots. The only boots that were unused, unwanted and untraceable. These boots would be the start of our tale. A tale of shocks, screams and terror. The football boots crafted by the devil himself. The black and gold boots were sadly slumped into a plastic bag by the child. He obviously wasn't amused or happy over this decision. "Ready now?" The dad asked "Ready" he replied "Well, why are we standing around for? let's go" They shuffled single file out of the door, locking the door silently. The car beeped as the door locks unfastened and they climbed inside the little car. The car roared into life, speeding away down the road. Both of them remained silent as they drove toward the local park. The local derby was today, at the local park, but something unusual was to happen today...