Hey, I'm Jaden Korr. You're gonna be watching/reading this through my eyes... er... brain. Listen, don't ask how it works. Justin (my author) doesn't like to explain himself sometimes. Anyways, I'm the main protagonist. We're gonna be on an adventure together apparently, so I might as well let you get to know me.
I'm a blonde, with short swept hair. I have blue eyes, which Justin disagrees with. But this is a chracter driven story, so he can suck it up. I'm fifteen, and I stand at about 5' 10" right now. I'm going to grow some more though, I hope. Don't laugh at me....
I'm kinda terse with people, aka no social skills whatsoever. I'm mostly an introvert. I got a hot temper though, and that can change my personality a bit. I like to think I'm like a sponge, and that once I've soaked up enough, it's time to be wrung out. Whoa, that's deep. See, what'd I tell you?
Now you're probably wondering why I get to talk, and Justin doesn't? Well, first of all, because he is lazy. Instead of explaining things in an artistic and thoughtful fashion through the plot, he hands the keyboard to me. So, I slap him around a little, poke some fun, and he'll get it back in a bit.
But to be truthful, I'm a little frightened. Why? Well, why shouldn't I be? My fate, as the protagonist, lies solely in his hands. As much as I influence him, he is the ultimate decision-maker on this plot and how it ends. Heck, I may even develop a little, depending on how skilled he decides to be.
I have no idea what the challenges I will face are. I could be forced to fight aliens, or a dragon, perhaps even a clone of myself! Or maybe I'll have to make a daring trek across multiple continents in search of a mystical cure to a fatal illness. Perhaps I'll have to flatten the Appalachian mountains (Hey, he spelled that right!), or dive to the bottom of the Atlantic?
As you can see, the possibilities are endless... So yes, I'm a little apprehensive. I'm not in a terrible hurry to have my life put at risk for your personal enjoyment. Yeah, I blame you for my unfortunate position. Get over it.
But, then again. Maybe this is a good thing. I could overcome the obstacles, and accomplish my objective. Maybe I'll even settle down in my own little happy denoument, and make you jealous of my own little world. I guess the doubt and intricate plots and sublots are what will keep you invested in the story. I know that, personally, I'll be hanging on every word. Not like I have a choice.
Let's do it.
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I awoke with a start. Something didn't feel right at all. I was sweating. My breathing was hard. My heart was drumming a persistent beat into my eardrums. I swallowed as I forced it to stop and behave.
Taking in my surroundings, I noticed that my younger brother was still deep in sleep next to me. He was obviously unaffected by the enigma of an assailant that plagued me tonight. A pang of jealousy bit my gut, but a sense of peace prevailed. Better me than him, I thought.
Although I would never let anyone know it, my brother was the only reason I stuck around this place. My love for him tied me to the slums of Detroit more than any chains ever could. That's the problem with younger siblings, you end up caring a lot more for them than you do anything else.
I sighed and relaxed back into my cot, trying to keep my eyes from focusing on the clock. It was tempting... and now that the idea was in my head, I knew I was fighting an uphill battle. Finally, against my own set determination not to, I allowed myself a quick glance.
3:04.
It had been 13 minutes since I had last woken up. The torturous cycle continued.
