Revenge- By Harry Tennison

Hello all! This story was written a few days ago after an episode of real longing to watch Jurassic Park. It's an end to yet another long bought of writing block and I hope you enjoy it. Remember you can follow me on Twitter @Harry_Tennison! Also please check out some of my other stories on the site: Tiger Eyes is my particular favourite, the link of which is below!
 http://thememoirsofawitchfinder.blogspot.co.uk/2011/08/tiger-eyes.html

Revenge
By Harry Tennison

He stood alone on the stage. Staring vacantly outwards at the barrage of laughter, the onslaught of jeers and boos that were catapulted at him like rocks during a siege. The outside of the castle still stood strong, but on the inside it was crumbling. 

The professor was middle-aged. He’d loved science since a boy. He could remember the time when he his opened a chemistry set. The white powders awoke an excitement deep inside of him that had long been dormant. At school he excelled. Young Scientist of the Year Awards were placed perfectly on a mantelpiece, polished daily.  

A PhD later and a decade of so as a local pharmacist led to today: the grand unveiling of his ultimate venture. As he wheeled the device through the stage door, cleaners shot bullets of disapproval at him. Something’s should not be meddled with. Their eyes said it all. He stood on the stage.

“Ladies and Gentlemen!” he called to the full theatre, “Prepare to be amazed!” He pushed the button to send his name straight into the history books, but nothing happened. Silence filled the packed room for a few seconds before a chuckle broke out. The chuckle grew, as tall as a house and just as wide, and the professor stood alone, still. A single tear dropped from his eye, splashing against the smooth floor, and then he swore. He swore to himself that no matter what he’d prove his critics wrong. One day you’ll see. I’ll show you.

And today was that day.

After a short introduction to the device he turned: with his back to the audience he pushed the button. This time when he pushed the button he knew it worked. The same sensation arose that did the first time he opened that chemistry set. He was in school again, and it all was his.

He felt the wind. A deafening roar splintered the air. People screamed.

“I thought you said it was a prototype!” A man shouted.

The professor smiled. Revenge was sweet.