I woke up the very next morning, my head was clear and ready for anything that came to me. Being in my own forest, there were a mix of animals such as deer and elk, but there were also mountain lions and foxes that preyed on any animal within the vicinity. The fresh air never smelled so good, especially with the hot chocolate I received as a gift from one of the little girls from the center of town. Sitting peacefully, I let time pass by, watching birds fly from tree to tree, squirrels scurrying, rabbits hopping, and deer anxiously approaching the house. It was the first peaceful morning I had ever experienced with full rest and inner self-consciousness. I walked into the house and decided to explore every inch of my house to look for any microphones or video cameras. I wanted to be in full privacy from the Exonaut authorities. The process took a matter of minutes, inspecting every inch, every object. I started from the kitchen and worked my way in a zig zag around the house, testing the wood flooring, lamps, ceramics, busts, everything. When I got to my bed, I threw the mattress to the middle of the house and leaned the frame on the adjacent wall. Feeling the floor, I noticed a board was a little loose, so I ran over to the drawer and grabbed the screwdriver. Unscrewing the board took a couple minutes, but when I removed the wood plank, I found part of a secret door. I told myself to not get too excited, but I couldn't help myself to the idea that there might be something good underneath this house.
Finally after unscrewing the planks, I opened the secret door to the underground portion of my house. Knife in hand, I flipped a switch, igniting the lights leading down roughly 20 feet straight into the ground at a 90 degree angle. When I reached the bottom, I flipped another switch, turning on the lights in the hallway leading to a single door. The roughly 100 foot long hallway was painted white, with all types of paintings leading to the corridor ahead of me. Looking almost impenetrable, the blast proof door opened when I turned the wheel. Opening the door was frightening, but when I peered inside, there were a lot of guns and no Exonaut agents. I couldn't believe the amount of ammunition there was just laying out next to the mounted guns on the wall. Not only were there guns, but there were crates of attachments for guns and more bullets. Unlike all of the other crates, there was one enormous box, sitting in a corner of the room. I took the crowbar next to the enormous box and pried it open, revealing a machine.
The machine was revolutionary and very technologically savvy. It had many buttons of the sides for many different settings. I was so confused just looking at it, so I picked up the manual that slid out of the box and onto the floor while I tore the wooden box apart with the crowbar. It took several hours to read but when I finished the manual, I understood that the machine I was looking at was a highly technological custom armor maker. Taking a leap of faith, I opened up the machine's door and locked myself in. My armor maker then grabbed ahold of my body, making minor adjustments to the contour of my body. Then layers upon layers of material began to form onto my body, creating the amazing armor on my body. After an hour of creating, I stepped out of the capsule and ran back upstairs to the mirror. My armor was so cool except it had disgusting colors.
My eyes lit up that afternoon, and I saw my future, the way I could make it out of the totalitarian utopia. I returned to the vault where I let the machine take off my armor. After the armor was off, I felt weaker and my agility seemed to be minimized. Feeling insecure, I walked over to the left wall and grabbed my favorite glock. In addition, I grabbed 3 clips of ammo in case of an emergency or if any Exonaut guards wanted to test my patience. My inner protectiveness was extremely satisfied, almost too satisfied. Strolling out of the vault, I was so happy to finally think I had a chance to fight back against the very people who have kept me captive for so many years. The blast proof door invited me back to reality that freedom was still within my grasp. I closed the vault door and headed up to the main portion of the house. Immediately, I placed the boards into place, tightening them to the point where I can have quick access. When I started tightening the last screw for the final board, a knock on the door sounded, sending me into complete chaos. I gently put the bed frame down and then rushed over and threw the bed into place. Then I approached the door, holding the Glock behind my back. When I looked out my door, it was good ol' Bill, but he wasn't supposed to be at my house for another hour and a half. "Hi Bill! Everything okay?", I said to my friend sincerely. Immediately, Bill started to talk super fast and yell, "There's a girl! She's new! She is really beautiful and she disappeared! She is on your property!" I took a second to think and questioned him, "Wait wait wait. You are saying that this girl disappeared?" "Yes Jackson! She disappeared and she was one of the experiments on your level!", exclaimed Bill so interested yet scared. "Well Bill, you should stay here at the house where it's safe. You know the secret knock I give when I come to the bar. I will confront this girl.", I said to him. Bill didn't like the idea, but he walked into the house, grabbed a knife, and sat his butt on the stool behind the kitchen counter.
I closed the door behind me, walking off of the porch. My heart was racing and I secretly wished I was wearing my armor, but I knew that I could protect myself with my Glock. The first thing I did was circle the house to make sure that nobody was around the house. After securing the perimeter of the house I begun to walk through the woods, moving clockwise around the property. I spent hours looking for the mysterious woman that Bill talked about so eagerly. Many times, I felt as if I was being watched, making me more cautious about my surroundings than ever before. When I arrived back home, I knocked on the door like I said I would and Bill answered the door, "Did you find her?" I simply nodded my head and he understood that I could not find the woman. We then walked to the entrance of my property where I left Bill. He was fortunate to have a truck at this particular time because he was afraid of everything. I mean everything. For me, there was nothing to worry about at all. I am a walking tank of a human being with a gun. There is nobody that could possibly mess with me in their right mind.
Later that night, I laid peacefully in bed, looking up to the ceiling and wondering about the next time I could step outside of this domed habitat. Suddenly, I heard a knock at the door and this time, I knew it wasn't Bill, which meant that someone really wants to talk to me or they are trying to kill me. I pulled my gun out and twisted the silencer on so nobody would be startled in town. Slowly walking to the door, I could feel a presence of another human being but I wasn't sure of who it was especially since it was only my second night living here at home. As I opened the door, I saw the woman's figure begin to form more and more as I opened the door more. She looked at me with the eyes of desperation and need. She said to me rather slowly, "Hi. I was told by the guards that I would be able to sleep here at night." In the back of my mind, I hated that idea, I didn't know who she was, but this community is open to anyone and everyone. So, I then replied, "Yes, come inside." She walked into the house and I could tell that she was instantly relieved. Tracing back into my memory, I remembered what Bill had said about the woman, beautiful. She was very beautiful, wavy brown hair, shiny brown eyes, curvy, and was a couple inches shorter than me, but I could tell, she had some sort of power.
"Would you like anything to eat or drink?", I asked the woman. She quietly responded, " I will cook my own food and get my own drink." Yes, it was rude of her, but she also now lived at my house. I asked the lady, "Were you told that you were sharing this house?" She looked at me and chuckled while opening up the refrigerator. At this moment, I knew that we would begin to understand each other more and more. She then responded, "Yes. I was told that I live here with you, Jackson." In my head, my mouth dropped. How did she know my name? I was stunned yet I managed to ask, "So what is your name?" Then she stared deep into my eyes and said, "My name is Angel, but don't think I won't kick your ass if I have to." We both laughed and looked at each other. We were in a more relaxed mood for the rest of the night. She made dinner while I cleaned the dishes. Having my Glock in the back of my pants, I had to carefully place it somewhere secure. I couldn't access the vault because she would know, so I placed the gun in my shirt underneath the bed. At least it will be out of sight and she won't begin to suspect anything from a shirt. That night, I slept on the wood floor while Angel laid in bed, sound asleep making no noise. It was nice to have someone living with me, especially someone from the opposite sex.
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Jackson Helm: Island Escape
ActionA boy is taken from his affluent family. Jackson Helm, the missing boy, finds himself on an island as an experiment. He goes to the chair then lights out! The boy is in a coma, but is that the end of his story or just the beginning?
