As Alex pulled into his driveway, he saw the black car slowly driving behind him. He ran inside his house and slammed the door shut, locking it. He ran to his room, grabbing his laser-precision M16 Rifle from under his bed. He would've definitely used it if his house wouldn't have exploded.
Alex's perfect luck saved his life, but he still flew through the air several yards, crashing through a neighbor's house. He lifted his head, seeing the man from the football field walking towards him, grinning.
He spoke in a thick German accent. "Looks like without your filthy Rebels to save you, you're hopeless." He said.
Alex looked around desperately, trying to find something to help him.
"You may have luck, but what happens when an unmovable object meets an unstoppable force?" he said with a sneer.
"What are you talking about?" Alex groaned.
"Your luck comes from this world. So does mine." he said.
Alex gasped. With a hope that the man was bluffing, Alex launched himself at the man, landing a punch to his chest. What would've normally only hurt a little bit sent the man flying for than one hundred feet. Alex looked at his hand, his mouth wide open. It gave off a strange, blue glow.
The man rose to his feet, coughing. "Looks like Hitler was right. You did absorb some of it." he said, raising his weapon. He took a shot, striking Alex in the shoulder. As Alex blacked out , he saw a glorious blue light behind him.
"What the heck is going on..." he muttered as he fell into the portal.
YOU ARE READING
The Many Dangers of Being a Rebel
Science FictionTwo years ago Alex Roberts' life changed forever. Now, Rebels need him again, and he's up against a more powerful foe than ever.
