Weylyn's POV
It was a cold, windy night. The breeze sounded like it was warning Weylyn to turn back, to not go into the old toy factory.
Of course, he didn't listen. He ran inside that creepy building, firing off shots at anything that moved. He was new to the department, but that was no excuse for his idiotic behavior. I could do better. Even though I'm just a narrator, I could still do better.
Anyway, back to the story.
"Hey, Bates. What the hell are you doing?" Weylyn's mentor, Rand, whispered to him.
"Trying to kill this son of a bitch. What does it look like?" He replied.
"It looks like you're gonna give away our location!"
Rand left the room. Weylyn was alone and terrified. He surveyed the room, his hands shaking. Toys lined the walls, all seeming to stare at him. This didn't help his nerves.
There was one particular toy that sent chills down his spine. It was a dummy that seemed to look just like him. It had his dark hair and bright blue eyes. It was even wearing a tiny version of his favorite AC/DC shirt. The only difference was the dummy had a miniature sword sticking through his gut.
His head began to ache. The pain was pulsing, as if his heart was beating twice as fast as usual.
Not again, he thought as the room began to spin into nothingness. The pain worsened, and then everything faded to black.
