When Fiction Becomes Reality

Chapter 1

Where Reality and Fiction Meet,

By Matthieu M. Baker

(This is basically a SUPER revision of my original)

    "Ughhh... Where the actual fuck am I?" I said slowly rising out of the bed I was placed in holding my pounding head and wiping fluid from my nose with the back of my hand. Blood. Great. I scanned the room,  hoping to find some sort of hint to where I was. The room I looked like some sort of college dorm but, without all the decorations; There was the bed that I was previously on, What looks to be a computer and desk to the left and a mini fridge in the corner. I kept looking around the room to try to find anything else that may be useful before I attempt to exit the room, looking and finding a closet and bathroom as empty and bare as the main room, until I heard the door creak open and heard a female voice say " Well, looks like you're up. Good, We'll give you a second. We need to leave in a few.". She opened the door and I was able to see she had a little girl right behind her. The little girl ran up to me, and of course me not knowing who the hell these people were I immediately backed up, out of both instinct and fear. I reached to my side for one of my weapons, Only to realize my weapons were taken. "Awww! Don't be scared! I won't hurt you!" sounded the little girl in a cute yet, unnervingly creepy way. "Well, technically we could but, boss would discipline us. So take that as your life insurance. For now." said the older girl almost in a warning tone as if to tell me not to try any shit. I didn't believe her and I kept my guard high. I may be smart but, I still have no clue who these people are and what they're capable of; And something tells me I don't want to find out first hand, at least at the moment. The more I thought about my current situation, the more I realize how many things were missing and don't match. The older girl's eyes were black and she was either really pale or milk white: and the little girl was no exception to abnormal. Yes, she was also pale but, definitely not as pale as the other girl and she had some sort of scar, barely noticeable, on her Forehead. But, it's not like I'm not any exception either. They had taken all of my previous clothing and replaced them with a tank top, shorts and slippers; Revealing my Torn and slightly callused hands and arms, which had bite marks and cuts up to my forearms and my legs which had scrapes and bruises all over.  The older girl noticed my confusion and curiosity and piped up. "Listen, I'll make this quick because we need to leave in a couple minutes. We were sent to get you and your friends: And by "We" I mean boss made Tim and Brian retrieve you 4. They had succeeded in retrieving you, but as for your partners they had somehow managed to escape. I apologize that they were rough but, we only intend to keep you off the street and offer you a unique position in our line of work, that we find many individuals don't mind and some even thoroughly enjoy." She explained, the last line sounding boring and rehearsed. The events I had previously encountered had came flooding back to my mind, It was awful.

I was waiting at a train station at 12:32  AM, which considering the fact I am a known criminal in many cities and towns is not my best idea, but I was waiting on my partners. 'Little shits are gonna pay if they don't get here soon.' I thought and snarled looking at my watch every 20 seconds. I saw two figures coming towards me and thought it was 2 of my idiotic partners with the other being late as per usual, so I did something in hindsight was completely moronic. I hollered to the shapes coming slowly into view "Hey, fucktards! We don't have all day! Train comes at 12:38!". As they approached I noticed they we indeed not my partners. I rolled my eyes when they stepped on to the platform and one of them gruffly asked for an apology. Of course me being the stubborn mule I am I refused, thinking back if I had apologized maybe they wouldn't have been so rough. One of the men got closer and just as I was going to tell him to back off, the other grabbed my hands and brought them behind my back, leaving me incapable of using my hands for defense. The other man used what I guess is a zip tie to tie my hands together and they started to drag me off the platform towards a park. I started kicking and fighting, trying to escape my captors and the man who I suppose was a distraction at the station pinned me to the ground. I kicked him hard in the stomach and he was enraged. he slammed my head against the pavement and I passed out. I got a few glimpses of the shaky walk there and I saw woods. 'Fuck' Was my last conscince thought before blacking out and later waking up in that bed.