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Part 2, Chapter 3

Carter

Hollywood, 2594

Even before he got kidnapped, 18 year old Carter Pierce knew it was going to be a bad day. For starters, he got this stupid note that told him to just leave everything behind for some "Great Opportunity". He was doing good in this city, he didn't need to go anywhere else.

He was walking down 5th and main when a black SUV with tinted windows started following him. He turned down into the alleyway behind the pizza parlor and took off his backpack that held his shields. He put the leather straps on his wrists and connected the shields to his arms. His shields were steel plates welded onto a leather block with straps. The steel was narrow, but it guarded his whole lower arm up to his elbow. The ends were sharpened to a point the jutted out over his hand that made Carter's punches a lot more punishing.

He heard a car door open and footsteps getting closer. He put his arms up in the defensive boxing position, guarding his lower face and torso with his shields. Three thugs turned around the corner. Two holding louisville sluggers, and one of them a shiny silver revolver. Carter knew right away this fight was going to get interesting.

The two batters came at him first, while the gunner stood back. The thug to the right did and overhand swing which Carter blocked and delivered a quick jab to the gut, sending him stumbling back into a wall. The guy on the left tried to hit Carter with a side sweep to the hip, but Carter caught the bat mid swing.

"You're a lefty!" Carter exclaimed looking how the man was holding his bat. He swung the guy around and sent him stumbling into the first thug, who was just barely getting up, and was still stunned.

Both of the thugs were sprawled on the ground passed out. Just one more Carter thought right as he heard a gun shot. He instinctively raised his arm in defense. The bullet sparked of his shield and Carter made his move before the thug could recover. With one fluid movement, Carter hit the man's arm, grabbed his waist, and flipped him over onto the ground. So there Carter was, standing in the middle of three full grown men who were trying to rob him in blind daylight. Amatuers. Carter thought, right as he was hit in the head with a metal bat.

Carter woke up in the back of the car that was previously chasing him. His head was sore and he was pretty sure he was losing blood. He couldn't really think straight so he just lay there. He waited for an opportune moment, and, in a little moment of clarity, he sat up, punched the driver in the back of the head and sent the car spiraling through traffic. That was when a black limosuine T-boned them.Both cars were stopped in the middle of the highway when a very tall and muscular man opened the back door and let Carter out. Carter was losing consciousness, and probably blood, very quickly. He was only awake long enough to see that it was an older man, and he grabbed the stunned driver's head, and slammed it down onto the steering wheel, knocking him out. Knowing he couldn't hold on any longer, Carter slipped into the sweet succor of sleep.