EVE Fiction

Chapter 1

Alfred was contemplating the combinations of his small fortune of cheeses layered ontop of cracker or rhy bread when he was startled by a knock at his door. He glanced at his bedroom clock, it was 12:35.

This was not the time for visitors Alfred thought to himself "knock knock" the person outside was becoming impatient.

Alfred groaned as he carefuly put his cheeses back into their cuboard, he thought it would be foolish to leave them in plain sight after the recent increase in armed robberies in his neighbourhood.

"Knock Knock Knock" " I'm coming, hold on!" Alfred shouted over his shoulder as he rushed to cover up the remaining cheeses, it would have to do.

Alfred gingerly opened his bedroom door, the hooded figure was out side. "Oh its you" Alfred sneared "come to talk about cheese again have we?" he chuckled. The hooded figure did not smile,

this troubled Alfred and he hoped the hooded figure would not be staying long.

The man glided into Alfreds room, atleast Alfred thought the figure was a man, they certianly did not poses the figure of a woman, unless she had eaten too much cheese that was he considered.

Alfred had only met his hooded companion twice before both times had been in moments of crisis.

"I need all of your cheese" whispered the hooded figure. Alfered was taken back, he had not been expecting this. "I'm afraid I don't have any cheese" Alfred had tried very hard to keep his composure but he knew he had never been very good at lieing.

"That is quite peculiar, as I can defintly smell some cheese in this room, you had better not be holding out on me" The hooded figure turned to face Alfred,

Alfred could only just see the figures chin, it had a chisled quality to it but had become flabby, Alfred knew this person liked their cheese a little too much.

"WHERE is the cheese" Alfred tensed the sudden change in tone took him by surprise. "I I I don't have any cheese please leave" The following events would never be known to anyone outside of the room.

The hooded figure sprang to his feet and brought his hand down onto the table, grapes and crackers exploded into a fine spray as his fist went through the table into a secret compartment.

"Then what is this?" the figure had found Alfreds cheese, he knew he would find it eventuly but had not been prepared for it to be this quick. "That is my cheese" said Alfred in a calm voice.

As the last syllable left his lips Alfred grabbed a block of old English Chedder from behind his back and threw it with all his might.

The cheese traveresed through the air. The hooded figure was too quick and rolled out of the way. With a strong fluid movement he streteched out an arm grabbing the cheese in mid air.

The figure retrieved a knife from his belt and whitled the cheese into 20 precise sticks, he would enjoy this cheese later, it was not throwing cheese but would first have to deal with Alfred.

"Come out alfred, you are not going anywhere tonight" Alfred played this over in his mind, knowing that either he or the hooded figure would not be leaving his bedroom. "I have eaten all of your cheese alfred, but I am still hungry!"


Alfred could tell the hooded figure was enjoying this, it made him slightly uneasy and he begain to panic. Pull it togethor Alfred he thought to him self,

what would his old teacher say if he saw him like this, a dry moustached clad mouth appreaed in his mind

"Now Alfred, take your time and breath. There is only so much chese we can look at today" He considered this and it made him relaxed. " I am really hungry Alfred i need more cheese" The hooded figure was getting closer.

Alfred felt the adrenaline pump through his body, his knees began to shake, he was having difficulty to remain still.

Just a little closer and he would be ready he thought, he longed for a little more cheese. He liked the feal of it in his hand, keeping his hand closed tightly around the cheese untill it started to sweat, that was cheese at its best.

Alfred could hear the hooded figures footsteps they made a slapping noise as the hooded figure brought his foot down after each step. He was clearly not wearing shoes and this made Alfred nervous.

A man who did not wear shoes was a very strange man indeed.

The hooded figure thought to himself that he would enjoy his final meeting with Alfred, he had so far been very hospital towards him. He really had liked the different types of cheeses thrown at him. It truly was a waste of fine cheese.

He took a step forward and peered over the upturned table "Hello Alfred" he looked like he needed some cheese, he really should not have thrown all his cheese away. If only he had handed the cheese to the hooded figure he would not be in this position.

He bent down, crouched over the pale heap Alfred had curled into and stroked his hair. "It's ok Alfred you can have all the cheese you wan't where you are going"

Alfreds eyes snapped open, he plunged his cheese knife into the hooded figures bulding stomach. The noise was deafening Alfred dropped the cheese knife and clasped his hands to his ears.

Liquid cheese was pouring out of the slit he had made in the hooded figure, the thick creamy cheese splattered onto the floor, the wound was bubberling as hot melted cheese seaped into the hooded figures robes.

A fowl smell began to stagnate in Alfreds nostrils, it was burning and making his eyes water.

He had done it, he had defeated the hooded figure. He passed out.