The Story Of Hawkeye

Chapter 8

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Ok, right this second, I don't have a lot of time! So either later or tomorrow I might finish.

And another thing is I have been watching "How It Should Have Ended" Since I was 10 and trust me, it's really funny. (Video above)

So anyway... I'm already bored from writing this while I have a (to me at least) awesome story to write.

So here it goes.

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Clinton ran the fastest his legs could move into the house. He ran past the living room, the kitchen, the dining room and finally ended up in an empty room. Clinton remembered how his father told him everything has secrets. He has always wondered what this room was for. Now he knew. He knew what his father was trying to tell him.

Clinton looked around. There was nothing but old paintings, a hearth and a couple boxes. Clinton walked over to the boxes. He took a deep breath a opened one by one slowly.

Each box had a mechanical -what looked like arms- in them. Clinton took them out and studied them.

He looked over at the hearth. What was funny was the there were four boxes and four holes in the hearth. Clinton dragged the the mechanical 'arms' to the hearth and one by one started to put each 'arm' into the holes.

At first, nothing happened.

Then the room started to shake as the floor sunk into the Earth bringing Clinton with it.

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Now, at first I was going to leave it like that. At a cliffhanger. But then I realized you guys deserve more than a couple of paragraphs. 

So here.

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The floor brought Clinton deep into the Earth and then stopped.

"My dad and security." Clinton shook his head. He thought he hit the jackpot. "Now I guess I'm stu-"

At that moment, the floor shook and a glowing circle started to form on the floor around Clinton's feet. It was red, Clinton's favorite color. 

Clinton closed his eyes. What happened next confused him. His stomach started to go crazy as if he was on a roller coaster and he was about to throw up. However Clinton knew he wasn't moving. He stood there waiting for it to be over with his eyes still closed.

When he open his eyes he saw that he was in a cylinder-shaped room. Almost like an elevator. Clinton looked ahead of him and realized he WAS in an elevator.

As the doors open, Clinton heard many different voices coming from the other side. 

When the doors open completely, Clinton understood EVERYTHING that was going on.