*During the years 1989 and 1990, aged fifteen and sixteen, I wrote a series of stories which are unfortunately long gone, lost to time. They were based upon this character known as The Milk Man. In 2008 I revisited my old friend, recreating the first tale though not quite like it had been. During 2022, I am revisiting most everything I have typed up Not so sure if I will ever attempt to recall the rest of what I wrote many years ago.

Scarred for life while delivering milk to a house just as it was about to become destroyed due to a gas leak explosion, and now known only as 'the milk man', he vows to blow up everything and anything he can until someone stops him, but just who is going to stop him? And can he even be stopped at all?

Looking out through the curtains of a living room window at a pigeon as it lands on the grass towards the far end of the garden, a voice quietly speaks.

'Over, over, left a little, BOOM'.

A small explosive device blows the pigeon to smithereens while a sadistically evil laugh comes from inside the house. It is early morning, daylight has only just begun to show itself, and the noise from the explosion, even being such a small explosion as it is, was enough to wake the neighbours. This, and the likes, is what they have had to put up with since the arrival home from a ten week stay in hospital of a man who now has become an animal, a monster.

Kevin delivered milk for a living and his early morning routine had most definitely become his way of life. If ya asked anyone that knew him, they would all tell you he was one of the nicest guys that they had ever met, who would always lend a hand to anyone who may need one, always had an 'hello' for the passer by whether or not he knew those he would see or meet so early in the mornings.

He often had a smile on his face and a tune to be whistling. To say Kevin was an easy-going happy-go-lucky guy would indeed be an understatement. The explosion not only scarred him physically, it changed everything about him, drastically.

He needs to be confronted; he needs to be stopped. He is out of control. When blood boils, they talk about what needs to be done but no one ever does anything, they are afraid of retaliation. Who knows what that psychopath is capable of?

A room in Kevin's house filled with monitors which have been tied in with live camera feeds from the local shopping center are ready now to view his newest round of fun as his latest excursion is about to take place. He has also been able to rig the doors to the four entrance/exits to this local shopping center so they can open and close at a push of a button. A large number of explosives of varying intensity have also been set up around the three floor levels of the shopping center. With no demands at all and with no regards to the safety of those he would entrap inside, Kevin was and is indeed ready to have himself some fun.

An untraceable phone call to the local police station began a nightmare for all those who would become entrapped, as the push of that button seals all the doorways. The glass doors are so well enforced that it'd take some amount of pressure to break through them, basically, in or out is not going to happen unless Kevin wants it to.

At first, to those who notice an unannounced lock in, there is confusion and a complete loss to explain what may be happening. Those either side of the entrances and exits do not understand as to why they cannot leave or enter. It will be those who are unable to leave who should be worried.

Kevin begins his assault with the detonation of small explosives hidden in the toilets, the cherry bomb like explosives were strong enough to cause injury to those who happened to be using the rest rooms at that particular moment in time. It didn't matter to Kevin if it so happened to be man, woman or child who came into direct contact with his fun and games.

This once pleasantly happy and placid man is now sick, warped and twisted, having his evil mind constantly ready to disrupt the lives of, and dismember those who just happen to get in his way. The shopping center has a medical room to deal with possible accidental injuries, but it was in no way ready, equipped or would have had the manpower to deal with the incoming panic.

Once the word spread that an explosive device, many explosives as it is, had gone off, chaos began to ensue. There is a nearby hospital, but this is of no use as there is of course no way in or out of the shopping center, no way of getting to the wounded and things have only just begun. The quick arrival of media only added to Kevin's demented sense of fun. A nation would now witness his escapades.

Upon hearing of the first explosives, people chaotically made their way towards an exit none of which, including staff and supply entrance and exits, were open. Security on the inside attempted to calm things down; with great difficulty as this was and is a very large building capable of holding thousands of people at any one time.

It took about twenty minutes for things to begin to calm down after the cherry bombs went off in all of the building's toilets, and just as things did calm down, the calmness would be taken away once more. The center of the building on the second floor is where the main courtesy desk can be found. Up above and behind this desk is a large twelve foot by eight-foot digital screen which usually either shows a news channel or a big sporting event if such an event is taking place and being televised, but at this moment in time, a digital clock appeared on the screen reading 00:05:00, a five-minute timer which soon began to count down towards zero.

Those who could see it, all understood right away. This clock, this timer, was not put up by store officials. It's clear to see that it means trouble. In no way is it difficult, to imagine that the worst would occur once that timer reached zero.

People panicked, and their attempts to escape were futile. Imagine the fear that would accompany the presumption that this count down is one which could only mean disaster. In the final minute some accepted their faith, ringing family and friends expecting their lives to come to an end. The clock reached zero as people braced either themselves or embraced whoever was closest to them. Four small explosions went off from the pane glass roof, some glass shattered, and small shards fell without seriously injuring anyone.

As a final explosion went off ... a large plain white sheet began to roll down from that glass ceiling until it was fully stretched out, and in big black letters it read 'BOOM'.

Police investigations led then to Kevin's house, when they entered, they found no one. They did however discover the number of television screens in Kevin's living room, each one showing a different part of the interior of the shopping center. One by one each television screen changed from what it was showing to having no reception at all, and when the final screen went blank, they'd return simultaneously, displaying Kevin's scarred face on every screen.

'What happened today is just an example of what I can do. Next time I play for real.'

Kevin is the name of what once was. This man no longer exists. What does exist is the monster who not only is referred to but wants to be referred to as The Milk Man. He will no longer answer to his given name.

A week passes from the incident in the shopping center; it's just after seven o'clock in the morning. A milk float passes slowly down a street, something which at one point in time was a very common sight, nowadays it's such a rare thing to see. Carrying many glass bottles of milk, the float comes to a halt in the center of the street. A car comes down this street; it is blocked by the milk float.

There are no signs of a driver for the milk float, so the owner of the car gets out and looks around. It is so early in the morning there is next to no sign of anyone else around let alone someone who may be delivering milk. He takes a glass pint bottle of milk, removes the foil lid, and begins to drink from the bottle, continuing to look around the street for signs of someone connected to the milk float. A couple of minutes pass and the man still can see no movement of any kind.

Oddly there is a timer on the float which the car driver only notices when the timer itself is counting down from a five second mark. It reaches zero and at this point the glass milk bottles begin to shatter one by one as each bottle carried its own tiny explosive device causing it to shatter. A shard of glass causes injury to the confused man's face. The damage would be bad enough that it would leave him needing to have his right eye replaced with a glass eye.

Months on from this milk float incident and that injured man would become someone known by something else other than his given name, he would simply be known as 'Glass Eye', and he would seek revenge on the one whom left him this way, and that would be not a battle between good and evil, but a battle between two men, two entities, two men who became monsters due to circumstance.

Both indeed once may have been good, though now both just pure evil for when 'Glass Eye' comes face to face with 'The Milk Man' who knows what may happen ...???