Running

Prolog

  He was my guide. He helped me, sheilded me, and understood me. He let me in his secret order of buddies. He let me join the projects. He was all together my inspration, a person you strive to be. Now he was stuck in some far off deminsion.  

   They said it was an accident. The machine malfunitioned, and left him in a forest. He never stood a chance, they said. He was dead before he walked in. That was a lie. He always took me. He never left me behind when he went into a portal. He let me come, when everyone else thought that I shouldn't. 

   He had trained me, and I could go alone. I knew how to work the gear, and I had never made a mistake. Will might be gone, but we were the only two feild agents. Back to work, back to jumping into far off places that don't exsist here. Back to the same old, same old.

   The body wasn't his. They barried a dummy. He was still left dead in a far off forst. Far away from here. They didn't even send me out to check. He was just automatacially dead. The funeral was dull. Some person who didn't even know him said a couple words. Mom and dad weren't there. They were hiding in some far off country, away from the american government.

   The next day at work, I got into my gear. I stood in front of the portal waiting for it to open to a dark warehouse, or something like that. Instead, it opened to a peaceful forest.

   "Hey, Rick!!" I shouted, "Wrong area!"

   "Nah," Rick called out, "This is where the distress signal came from."

   "Okay," I said, and jumped in, "Rick? How am I?" Just static, "Rick?"

 

   Communication is down. I tried to jump back, but the portal was gone, standard protocol. I tried to work the portal gun, but that wasn't working either. I sat down behind a tree. Welcome to the land of the dead, I thought.