ATTENTION!
You'll thank me for this later. It'll spare you all the comments on my little-to-none research I have done on this story. Once you start reading it will become obvious that this is a fictional book meaning none of it is real. I like action movies, books, and shows (if you had read my "About Me" thing you would have known that), so this is sort of based off those. I'm open to any help you'd like to offer me to make me a better writer. Just think of me as a Rookie. Hope this is publish worthy...but if you hate it, TheWingedReader is a really awesome writer.
Anyways, the prologue is pretty short, but enjoy.
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Muffled voices filled my ears as I tried to pull myself together. My eyes felt heavy, and I was too weak to move. The only thing going through my mind was, "Ten more minutes, mom." but then, I was just a kid. I had no idea what was coming.
I began shifting uncomfortably. My bed - or what I thought was my bed - felt cold and hard, but my face was hot and damp. I let out a heavy sigh, and was confused when the feeling of warm breath bounced back to drift across my nose. Making a huge effort, I opened my eyes, just a crack. Nothing but black. I froze, straining my eyes harder. Had I gone under my covers? I thought.
I wasn't a big starfish-sleeper, but considering I had just turned thirteen and gotten into the whole mood swing thing, anything was possible.
But no. This was different. As I started to regain consciousness it came to my attention that, in fact, I was sitting upright in what felt like a fold-up metal chair. Bewildered, I made an attempted to get the thing off my head. There was a faint light leaking through what looked like some sort of brown fabric. I moved my hand to my face to try to pull it off, but all I could find was air. Only then I realized my hands were tied to the arms of a chair, and my feet bounded together with rope. I suddenly felt a chill rush over me, like how you're supposed to feel when a ghost is present, or someone's left the window open on an extremely cold and gloomy day. Goose bumps prickled up my arms, and I could feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. Before I could react, it was like staring into the sun as someone - or something - ripped the thing off my head. I strained my eyes, squinting into the bright light, trying to figure out where I was and what in the world was going on."He's up." came a strong, masculine voice. Uh oh.
I'd seen these types of things in movies. A guy gets captured by the billionaire incorporation no one happens to know about. Mr. Billionaire Inc. thinks he has the guy right where he needs him; this is his chance to get all information on the secret to world domination, but BAM! He never saw it coming. Mr. Billionaire's hostage is a fully trained cop/karate master and kicks butt out of the holding place! But that's really just a fantasy, and I was really just a thirteen year old boy who had only now started his life fresh into high school. Goodbye, new beginning.
After several moments of squinting, my senses vaguely came back into check...well, that is after ice cold water was dumped all over my head. I gasped and began blinking furiously, trying to chase away the stream of water running over my eyes. My mind was reeling. I shook my head, clearing most of the liquid from my face. My eyes darted around the room; concrete walls, two bright lights, no windows, no doors, no escape. The man sounded big, and not willing to co-operate. My breathing picked up almost to the point where I was wheezing, or more accurate, gasping for air, but there never seemed to be enough. Just by a couple glances around this incredibly cold place, I could already tell my chances of making it out of this alive were slim.
That was the last observation I made before fainting. Whoever my capturers were, they had to have some valuable reasons to take me.
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AventuraHi. This is the author...wow, it's really weird calling myself that--author. I don't think I exactly fit that label, but I'm going to tag myself with it anyway. So, as for my story...I really don't know. What happens, and what this narrative is abo...