Project Truth (on hold)

Chapter two: Strange Men

Kurt was sitting in his little cabin in the swamps of Louisiana. He had accidentally killed his best friend, Rane, Exactly a month ago. He had killed her up in California and taken the money from the bank and gotten out of there as quickly and quietly as he could.

He had bought a brand new car before he left California. Once he got to Louisiana, he found this little hut in the middle-of-no-where. It was an hour to the closest town. He had simple furnishings in his little two room hut, a main room and a bathroom with a barely functioning toilet and shower. He had a simple mattress on the floor, an old dresser by the bed for his clothes, a fridge in another corner with a box with a Bunsen burner on it, a little bucket for washing dishes in, and another box in another corner his his laptop and ipod Classic on it.

He had prepared well for living along for quite a stretch of time. He had 10 packages of toilet paper, 3 bottles of shampoo, a ton of different canned food, 15 cases of bottled water, 2 tubes of toothpaste and a toothbrush, and large quantities of all other necessity's you could think of.

Kurt was being searched for in California for murder. He knew he could never go back there, not that it mattered. He was not close to any relatives, he was an only child, and his mom had dies of breast cancer, and his dad had killed himself from grief. Kurt looked over at his ipod. He had no life in his eyes. He reached for it and put his ear buds in his ears. He turned on Hold by Super Chick. It started out with gentle music, then it got to the lyrics with a female singer

tell me that it's gonna be OK

tell me that you'll help me find my way

tell me what you can see the light of dawn is breaking

tell me that it's gonna be alright

tell me that you'll help me fight this fight

tell me that you won't leave me alone in this

'cuase I need, I need a hand to hold

to hold me from the edge, the edge I'm sliding over slow

'cuase I need, I need a hand to hold

to hold me from the edge, the edge I'm sliding past

hold onto me

tell me I can make it through this day

I don't even have the words to pray

you have been the one who never left me

help me find the way through all my fears

help me find the light through all my tears

Tell me I am not alone in this

'cuase I need, I need a hand to hold

to hold me from the edge, the edge I'm sliding over slow

'cuase I need, I need your hand to hold

to hold me from the edge, the edge I'm sliding past

hold onto me

*music*

'cuase I need, I need a hand to hold

to hold me from the edge, the edge I'm sliding over slow

'cuase I need, I need your hand to hold

to hold me from the edge, the edge I'm sliding past

hold onto me

*closes with music*

Kurt was sitting still as a rock, hot tears streaming down his cheeks. “You were like that Rane, you always were... How you led me through challenges, big and small...” He whispered hoarsely. “Oh what am I going to do with out you?” He said, fingering the rind he would of given Rane as an engagement ring.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Kurts eye's narrowed. He grabbed the hand gun, the one he had killed Rane with, and went to the door. He waited, listening. Another knock sounded through the small cabin. “Kurt Robertson?” A males voice called out. “My name is James. I'm a friend.”

“I have a gun,” Kurt called back “Who exactly are you? Tell me, and tell me truthfully, or I will kill you.”

James laughed. “Of course you do, and of course you will! Men like us do what we have to do to survive! I understand totally. I want to help you.”

Kurt yanked open the door.

“No locks or bolts? Might want to get some, not the smartest move for a criminal...” He commented.

Kurt put his gun at his chest, James instinctively raised his hands. Kurt looked him up and down. He looked to be around 30 years old, perhaps a little older or younger. He had neat, short, black hair, small green-gray eyes, a nice smile, and in good shape, but not exactly muscular.

“Whoa partner, cool off! I'm a friend, remember?” He said continuing to smile. He saw Kurt’s red and puffy eyes. “have you been crying?” he asked

Kurt’s eyes narrowed a bit more. “Mind your own business, like why the hell your here!” He snapped

James eyes widened for a second then went back to normal. “I'm here to recruit you.” he said bluntly.

“For what?!” Kurt snapped again

James smirked. “For 'jobs'”

“I'm not committing any more crimes, and I don't think you would want a person with just one arm.” He said.

“So your saying a two armed man is more useful than a one armed man?” James questioned.

Kurt looked down at the ground, trying to to cry. “yes...” He said weakly.

James put his hand on Kurt’s left shoulder, making him look up. “It depends on the men you are comparing.” He smiled. “Also, you would be committing a crime to some people, but a hero's act to others.”

“That are you talking about?” Kurt asked, his eyes widening.

James eye's got shifty. He looked all-around. “Could we go inside?” He asked.

Kurt nodded slowing, still not trusting him completely.

They bother entered the cabin, and slowly shut the door behind him.

If this was a movie, and you spun the camera around, you would see two men dressed like Kurt. One an African American, and another White.

“This is good. We might just get him.” The white one said.

“Good. We might just need him in the near future with that one girl causing us trouble.” The African American nodded.

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I know this is short.... I'm sorry if you don't like it. I want longer chapters, and I will be working my way up to longer chapters.

Sooooo...What do you think so far? What was with the glowing crystal in the last chapter? What's with these men who want Kurt? Who is the girl causing the men trouble? A little more will be revealed in the next chapter!

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