Michael Nicolson the Rockyboy2 mans Blog: Extract from my latest Novel Unfinished

Michael Nicolson the Rockyboy2 mans Blog: Extract from my latest Novel Unfinished

Extract from my latest Novel Unfinished

Rockyboy2 The Quest to Save The World

A novel by Michael Nicolson

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Chapter1. April showers

The rain was falling in great sheets as the wind gathered pace. Rocky pulled the hood of his black parka up around his head and scurried towards the car park. The car park was almost empty, except for a beaten up white Ford Transit van parked over in the far corner under a large Oak tree. As he unlocked the driver's door of his silver Astra car he felt a premonition of dread sweep over him and he let out an involuntary shudder as he quickly closed the door. Reaching into the glove compartment he pulled out a half empty packet of Marlboro Lights. Struggling to find his lighter he switched on the engine and turned on the heater, as he pulled away slowly, pushing the black knob of the cars lighter in, he noticed how old his hands were beginning to look.

"Must get some hand cream on when I get home."

He said aloud, looking at his face in the mirror. Still not bad for a fifty something, he thought, as he pulled out of the pub car park. The cars lighter made a soft click as it signalled it was ready. Lighting his cigarette he pulled out into the slip road and entered the motorway, heading back to his hotel.

The journey back to the hotel was only about five miles, in good weather it would have taken about ten minutes. Taking a deep drag on his Marlboro he started to think about how Jenny and the kids were coping without him. The course was about women’s rights and equal opportunities. Woman’s rights, Jesus, he thought, Jenny wouldn't last five minutes if anything happened to me, send her out for bread and milk and she would come back with a packet of biscuits, still he didn't marry her for her brain, he did love her, but he was one of the old school, a women’s place was at home, cooking and fucking and bringing up the kids. Straining to see the turnoff exit for the hotel in the driving rain, he was startled by a loud bang coming from the roof of his car. He almost lost control of the car and swerved slightly, just missing a huge lorry. The lorry driver blasted his horn furiously at Rocky. As Rocky gave him the finger and shouted, “fucking wanker,” he noticed the flashing neon light of the Holiday Inn Hotel and pulled off the motorway.

"Hope you die you fucker." He shouted, as he watched the Lorries tail lights disappear into the distance. The hotel car park was fairly full and he could only park about two hundred metres from the entrance. Turning off the engine he lit another cigarette and turned on the radio. It was an old tune that was playing, heavy metal; he turned up the volume as he was still feeling aggressive after his close encounter with the lorry. Singing along to the tune and shaking his head from side to side

"Killing your self to live, Killing yourself to fucking live"

Rocky brushed the ash from his clothes and took another deep drag of his cigarette.

As the music blasted out from the car radio he noticed blood dripping down the windscreen.

"What the fuck!" He said, getting out of the car to investigate, the rain had stopped now but it was still cold and windy.

Jammed onto the top of the car roof rack was the body of a huge blackbird, the force of the impact had left a huge dent in the roof, he stared at the dead lifeless black eyes. Black Sabbath, he just remembered who the heavy metal band were. Black Sabbath, Black Bird, death and destruction. Shit this is really creepy, he thought. Going round to the back of the car he got his pool cue out of its case and pushed the dead bird off the roof. Black bird, Black Sabbath, Pot Black, seven points, he smiled to himself; Rocky wins the world snooker title, pots the black with an amazing shot at a funny angle to take the title. Deciding to park the car in another bay away from the body of the dead bird, he got back in the car and quickly started the engine, as he drove the car out of the bay he heard a crunching noise as he drove over the dead birds body.

Another parking bay had now became available nearer the entrance so he parked up the car quickly and took the carrier bag from the boot with the bottle of Bells whiskey and six diet cokes, leaving the cue with the bloodstained tip still lying on the back seat where he had left it.

The hotel foyer was busy as it was early evening. Rockyboy made his entrance, his eyes wandered to the bar, a young girl with long black hair and wearing a tight red top showing her well formed breasts was sitting in the far corner on a chromium high stool, her legs went all the way up to her waist. The short white Ra-Ra skirt she was wearing was like a magnet to Rockyboy, he approached the bar; the girl looked up catching his eye.

"Hello." She said, crossing her long legs, the sound of nylon as her legs touched turning Rocky on.

"Hi beautiful, my names Rocky," said Rockyboy, as he held out his hand, “what’s yours?"

The girl took his outstretched hand and held on to it a little longer than normal.

“Laura pleased to meet you." She said, her deep brown eyes twinkling with mischief. Rocky sat next to her, a warm feeling spreading down to his cock, this was a real babe, he thought, how can I get her up to my room and take her to bed.

"So what brings you here tonight Laura?" Said Rockyboy, ordering a large whisky and coke and offering Laura a cigarette. Laura took the cigarette in her long elegant fingers, waiting for Rocky to give her a light. Taking her hand in his and moving his body closer to Laura Rocky lit the cigarette, feeling the electricity surge over his body he knew he had met someone special.

"Fancy having dinner with me later Laura? I am going up for a shower, it’s been one hell of a day babe," said Rocky, downing his drink. Rocky knew that the answer would be yes and he was right.

“I would love to,” said Laura as she took Rock’s card with his room number and mobile phone number on it and put it in her handbag. Rocky stood up and took Laura’s hand in his and kissed her lightly on the cheek.

“Till tonight then.”

“Looking forward to it already Rocky.”

She squeezed Rock’s hand as he turned round and walked away. He seems an interesting guy, thought Laura, makes a change from the usual geeks you meet in these hotels. She was only stopping for the one night on her way to the government meeting in Birmingham to discuss the possibility of a bird flue pandemic. They had discovered the first H5N51 infected bird in Fife about six weeks ago. The locals had left it floating in the harbour for at least a week before they even reported it, dumb fucking locals, she thought. She turned round and saw Rocky enter the lift, nice ass, wonder if I will let him fuck me, she thought as she ordered another large Vodka and fresh orange with plenty. of ice, she noticed the young waiter staring at her nipples as he placed the drink in front of her. Still turn them on at thirty four, she smiled to herself and took a long slow swallow of her drink. Laura was a qualified biologist at twenty and had became an expert in her field, tropical diseases and viruses, by the time she was twenty-nine she was considered one of the best in the world, a genius with looks. For the last five years she had held the position of advisor to the junior government minister responsible for pandemic diseases, Kathy Turner, one of Prime Minister Toby Blain’s Babes. Laura kept herself out of the limelight; she was given her own bio lab in a secluded part of Surrey, with a staff of three. She wasn’t married and at the moment she was too busy to have a regular boyfriend.

Walking straight towards the lift and not looking back he knew that Laura would be ringing him, probably about eight PM. Entering the small confines of the lift his thoughts returned to the events of the day. The dead bird, the lorry driver, something strange was going on and he felt that shudder of dread come upon him again. Rocky used the card to enter the room, sliding it down the slot outside the door, what happened to good old fashioned keys, he thought, as he entered his room. The room was small but modern; a TV with Internet access was on the left wall, on the right a door led to the shower room. Taking off his Parka he hung it up in the small wardrobe with the mirrored sliding door. Emptying the pockets of his black pinstripe Vitero Italian suite, he laid everything on the double bed, his mobile phone, two packets of Marlboro lights and his cheap over the counter disposable lighter, together with some small change and his Burberry wallet. Rocky took off his trousers and hung them up with his jacket in the wardrobe next to his coat. Standing there in his white boxer shorts looking in the long mirror he wondered if Laura would be disappointed. As long as I make her come she will be happy, he thought, as he went into the bathroom, lighting another Marlboro light as he sat on the toilet.

The hot water cascaded over Rock’s body as he rubbed the hotel soap all over his firm body, Rocky was in great shape for a man of his age, he looked ten years younger which was surprising considering the way he had abused his body with drink and girls over the years.

Getting out of the shower he dried himself with the hotel towel and put on his cologne, turning on the TV he switched to the news channel and poured himself a large whiskey and coke. The news was a local station and was concentrating on a huge pile up on the M1 motorway. A lorry had smashed into a white Ford Transit van and caused the death of at least twenty people. As Rocky looked at the news pictures he realised that the lorry probably was the same one that he had given the finger to earlier, he remembered the Tesco logo on the back and the van looked as if it was the same one he had seen in the pub car port an hour or so ago. The feeling of dread was once again on Rocky and he lit another cigarette, he knew he was smoking too much but what the fuck you had to die one day right?

Sitting there dressed in his best casual clothes, designer jeans, Armani top and crocodile shoes, Rocky was looking good, but he did not feel good, something strange was happening, he felt it, he knew something big was going down, but what?

As he strapped his gold Rolex watch on his left wrist Rocky noticed it was five minutes past seven, time for a drink and get the laptop out and check his emails. It was another hour at least before his date with Laura. The room was eerily quite as Rocky sat at his laptop, the blue restful colour of his computer wallpaper starkly silhouetted against the pale lemon of the hotel room walls. The radiator made the only sound, an intermittent clicking, like the slow heartbeat of a mechanical man. He stared at the empty space on his laptop, messages waiting to be read, messages waiting to be sent. Taking a long drink from his glass of whisky and coke he wished he had some ice, he wished he was at home with Jenny and the kids. Adjusting the hotel desk lamp, a long spindly thing that reminded him of the spaceship from The War of The Worlds, he burnt his hand on the hot light bulb. “Shit!” He called out loud and walked slowly into the bathroom. Running his throbbing fingers under the cold water he stared at his face in the mirror. “You look a fucking mess Rocky,” He said, rubbing his chin, his normally sparkling blue eyes were like sunken orbs. His skin was pale and taught looking, but he still looked ten years younger than he should have. The throbbing in his hand was lessening off now and he fancied another smoke.

There wasn’t much to read in the E-Mails, a couple of sales messages from his boss, sales were up, another new branch was opening in London next month and he was looking forward to having dinner with Rocky to see what his thoughts were on the new staff they had hired just before rocky went on his trip. Time to close down the laptop and get some dinner thought Rocky as he logged off and went back into the bathroom to take a leak. Just as he was putting his dick away he heard his mobile ringing. It’s the eye of the tiger, was blasting out from the phone, it was the only ring tone he had ever purchased, had to be done right?, Rockyboy, he thought as he picked up his phone from the bedside table.

Rocky wasn’t born Rocky his real name was Michael, where did the Rockyboy shit come from, he thought, as he answered the phone. Laura was on the line.

“Hi Rocky it’s me Laura, how ya doing,” she said in her very sexy voice. Rocky lit another Marlboro as he whispered into the phone.

“Well good to hear your voice Laura, are you ready for some dinner?”

“I am so hungry Rocky and looking forward to seeing you,” she said, with more than a touch of innuendo.

“I will be down in two minutes babe, see you in the bar,” Rocky hung up and put on his black leather jacket, picking up his Marlboros, lighter,