Friday, 14 June 2013


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Chapter 2

Just because I am bored, I will publish this. This is the last of the stuff that I had prewritten so the next chapters may take longer, but holidays are around the corner so you can expect some big installments that reveal some of the mysteries posed in the first chapter, but not too many. Hope you are enjoying this, here is the complete chapter 2. It is quite a short one.

She stared at the ceiling. She watched as the colours swirled and disappeared, then reappeared without warning. It was like this every night, the same dream, over and over again. She always woke a little further on in the dream than last time. It disturbed her, the things that she was seeing. There were people with powers getting chased by people with guns. It was like Harry Potter crossed with GI Joe.  She could see the dark eyes of the shooters, as they shot down the others. There was no mercy. She was forced to watch as one man shot another in the back. She saw the blood spray out from him as he collapsed in a heap. The shooter didn’t stop, he just moved on to the next victim as blood started to pool around the body of the man.  These was not the dreams of a 12 year old girl, these were the dreams of a madman. She turned over trying to get back to sleep. But no sleep came. It never did come. So as the sun rose from the horizon, the bags were already present under her eyes and Stella rose for another normal day. But this day was going to be anything but normal.


I was woken by a red flashing light. The last thing I remembered was climbing into the helicopter. I tried to stand, but stumbled and fell back on to the bed. I rubbed my pounding head. Where was I? With the little illumination that the light gave off, I could see four walls and a door. I managed to get to my feet and stumbled towards the door. I tried to turn the handle but it was locked. Why was I locked in? I had been saved from that awful place, just to be locked up again. This cell had even less. There were four concrete walls that were as cold as ice and a small bed in the centre of the room. The door was made of steel, too strong to penetrate. Why? Why was I locked up? I thought I was safe, I had gotten out. Had I somehow been captured again? I continually turned the thoughts over in my mind, but one answer kept coming up. What if I wasn’t being saved from that building, what if I was being stolen? What if there was no-one that wanted to help me?


Stella was sitting at her desk when it happened. There was no warning, the windows just smashed inwards and the door was torn off its hinges. Everyone dropped to the floor. Armed people in khaki uniforms came in waving guns around and checking faces. One got to her. The woman looked into her face. “Here” she called to the others. They crowded around murmuring “that’s her” and “she’s the one”. Her friends started crying out her name as she was dragged kicking and screaming out the classroom door. Stella was thrown into the back of a van. She felt something sharp pierce the skin near her neck before she blacked out.

The girl was thrown into the cell in my second hour. She looked scared, that’s probably how I looked. She didn’t speak for the first hour, in fact, she was completely silent. Then the sobbing began, which then turned into crying and then into screaming.  She was a lot younger than me, maybe 2 or 3 years and had pale skin, beautiful blonde hair that flowed down her back and bright blue eyes. She was sitting in the corner, near the door. Why was she here? More still, how was I going to escape? I sat down, running through the events of the previous day. Was it even the next day? I may only have been out for a few hours. But that wasn’t important. Something was missing, something important. It hit me, the hard drive was gone. I, once again, was trapped with no lead.
That concludes the first chapter, so, what do you think. I do not want to follow the convetional rules of blovelling when you do not allow comments, I want as many comments as i can get so that I know what to change to make things better. More to come soon.

Chapter 1: Part C

I looked hopelessly around the empty roof. There was no sight of any life outside, no chance of any help. I heard a noise behind the door and turned in time to see it burst open and at least 10 armed guards emerge. I got on my knees and dropped the hard drive. I put my hands behind my head in defeat. It was over. I had been caught.  One of the guards put his pistol back in his holster and retrieved a pair of handcuffs.  He went behind me and locked my wrists together and hauled me to my feet.  I started walking towards the stairs, back down to my cell, when I felt a large hand on my back and was shoved forward. The ground came rushing forward and, unable to use my hands to stop my fall, my head came down onto the concrete with a sickening thud.  I head the distant laughs of the guards, but was unable to concentrate over the throbbing of my nose. There was a crash as the door burst open and gunshots were fired. I wanted to roll on my back and watch what was happening but I didn’t dare move. There were more thuds as the bodies of the guards slumped to the ground. There was silence, then, the sound of footsteps approaching. They stopped for a second, and then continued along with the jangling sounds of keys. I felt hands at my wrists as the handcuffs were unlocked. I pushed myself up off the ground and onto my feet. I looked eyes into the bright blue eyes of a soldier in a khaki coloured uniform.  He had greying hair but was still very fit. Before I could assess him more I heard the sound of an engine.  Looked down at the ground, but saw nothing. I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned to see the man pointing to the sky. I turned and realised that the noise was coming from a chopper.  As it neared, a ladder dropped down, which looked flimsy at best. When the helicopter was hovering above the roof the soldier moved towards it and started climbing. I had no idea who these people were but they had just saved my life. I wiped my nose, and saw the amount of blood that was streaming out. I needed medical attention, and whoever these people were, they seemed to have training, and would most likely have a medical kit on-board. I bent down and picked up the hard drive and hurried to the ladder and started climbing. I was barely halfway up when the helicopter started moving. I quickly finished the climb and slumped into one of the chairs. I attached my seatbelt and held on to the hard drive, my only link to my previous self. I hope.

Thursday, 13 June 2013

Chapter 1: Part B

Not quite as long as the first one, but it is still another paragraph. Please tell me your thoughts about writing in both first and third person or whether it should be completely in third.
6:27 am
Private Brian was struggling to keep his eyes open. He hated when he was given nightshift on a boring job. They had been watching this location for over a month, the upper ranks were convinced that there was something worth their valuable time. He was just about to start packing up his equipment for the end of his shift when he saw a commotion on the roof. He peered through his binoculars and saw a kid looking around frantically. Brian quickly moved to his Modular Sniper Rifle and looked through his scope. The kid looked no older than 17. He looked like he had been starved for months and was pale. The thing that stood out the most though, was the scared look on his face. The look was of utter terror and Brian had seen nothing like it, not even on the faces of men who knew they were about to die. Brian made the decision to help the boy. He grabbed his Adaptive Combat Rifle off of the ground and started to run towards the building. He reached the building in under a minute because of his fitness and agility training. He stopped just outside the door. He pulled his radio from his belt and tuned into the right channel. He pressed the button and spoke loud and clearly into the speaker. “Private Brian, Project 6, Movement on roof, requesting helicopter, over”. He put his radio back into his belt. He drew his pistol and entered the room. The ground floor was a reception room. The desks were marble lined with gold, on a varnished wood floor. The doors were the same colour as the floor, and had a golden doorknob. The receptionist’s reaction was expected. Seeing an armed man walk into their workplace always caused panic and fear.  Brian warned them not to activate an alarm of any sort. He ran quickly to the fire escape door and ran up. He didn’t bother to check the rooms on the way up, he just sprinted to the top of the stairs.


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Tuesday, 11 June 2013

Chapter 1 : Part A

6:12 am

I couldn’t stay any longer. I had to get out before they came back, whoever they were. I couldn’t do the things that they want me to do or tell them the things they want to know, and when I remained silent they hurt me trying to get an answer. I didn’t know anything, not even who he was. My first memory is of me getting thrown into this cell wearing a tattered grey shirt and grey shorts. I was locked up in an old, square cell made out of cement just below the ground. The only source of light in the room was an old light bulb hanging from the roof that was blinking out every few seconds. The wall to the left of the door had a bed, if it could be called that. The bed was a solid concrete slab rising up out of the ground and it stopped at knee height and had a paper thin mattress on top. I hadn’t been able to sleep the first few nights that I was here. There was a constant dripping sound from behind the wall near my bed. The air tasted foul and I often vomited. The smell was putrid and when I first came in I thought that I might pass out. The smell didn’t bother me now, though. I was tall for my age and my feet hung right off the edge. I had been starved almost to death, eating less than a dog would, and my once muscular body had started to wear away to skin stretched tight over my bones. I had no idea how long I had been here but I would imagine it would have been at least 2 months. But I had a plan. I was ready. I could hear the guard snoring. The guard was a short man; he was bald with a wrinkled face and was in his late forties. I had often heard the other guards that walk past call him Michael but the name didn’t suit the man so I decided to call him Barry. He didn’t seem to like that but I called him it anyway. He had often come close to punching me but he stopped as just before he swung. That was when I realised that they needed me alive and unharmed. I walked up to the old, sturdy iron door and looked through the keyhole. In the little light on the other side I could make out the guard. He was sitting on a chair with his head leaning against the wall and his gun was on his lap. I had to be careful; I would only get one chance. ‘Hey’ I said in a quiet voice. Was I really ready to do this? ‘Hey’. The guard snapped out of his sleep and was on his feet in seconds, until he realised it was me talking.
‘You’ he said in a gruff voice
‘I need to go to the bathroom’
‘Fine’ he said.
 I could sense the annoyance in his voice. I had to be careful of the words I used. If I tipped him over the edge he might decide to lock me in my cell, and that would be the end of my plan. As he led me to the bathroom I surveyed my surroundings, the whole complex was a maze of cells and it would be hard to navigate through hem even with a map. The rest of the cells looked a lot like mine but were unused. I was the only prisoner.  It was a quick walk to the bathroom. The bathroom was a sterile white and looked like it was cleaned every morning. I walked into the small cubicle and the door was locked behind me. I could see the guard’s feet under the door. He was standing in front of the cubicle facing it to make sure that I didn’t escape.  Perfect, that was just how I had planned.  I turned towards the toilet bowl and lifted the lid. I was nervous now so I actually needed to pee. This was good in a way because the guard would hear and believe there was nothing wrong, and then came the disgusting part. I dipped my hand into the bowl and scooped the yellowed water up. I stood there building up courage but by the time I was ready the water had slipped through my hands. I scooped up the water again and shoved it straight into my mouth without a thought. The taste was vile and every cell in my brain kept telling me to spit it out but I couldn’t. I put my hand back into the bowl and scooped up more water and shoved that into my mouth to. I repeated this until my mouth was full, flushed the toilet and turned towards the door. I heard a grunt from the guard that sounded like “finally”. The guard opened the door and made me walk out.  He walked around me and turned to face me, getting ready to do a search to see if I was holding anything I shouldn’t be. He bent over and patted me down. When he stood up he stared at my face. I realised that this was the moment. I spat the yellow water into his face. He doubled over and I sprinted past. I came out and ran left, away from my cell. I had only made it a couple of steps before red lights started flashing and a siren was being played over the loudspeakers. The guard must have recovered and triggered and emergency alarm. I didn’t have much time.  I ran forwards and came to a crossroad hat was on a 45 degree angle.  There was a path leading to the right went back the way I had come and the path to the left continued forward. Without thinking I turned right. I ran a few hundred metres and came to a stop at a dead end. I was about to turn back when I head guards talking back at the crossroad. I jumped into a cell and ran to the back. I ran to the back of the cell and started pounding at the bars. These bars were more rusted than the ones in the cell I had been staying in. It was no use.  I turned towards the door and walked out of the cell. The guards ran up and tackled me to the ground. When the guards got off me I stood up and put my hands into the air. I fell down and my head hit the ground hard. I seemed to be floating in nothing. No, not floating but falling. I looked to where a thought down was and saw a vast blue rushing towards me. The ocean, but how did I get here? I had nothing to break the surface tension and falling from here would be like falling on a slab of cement. I tried to scream but I couldn’t make a sound. I smashed into the water. I know that most, if not all, of my bones should be broken but I can’t feel any pain. I thrashed about trying to surface, but I only succeeded in making a lot of noise. I was going to drown in the middle of the ocean. I blinked and suddenly I was back into the prison building, right in front of a flight of stairs. I did not question how I got back but bolted up the stairs hoping that it would lead to an exit. I ran up one level and peeked through the door. It was a lobby. The marble desks and gold plating made it obvious that his captors were rich, and they liked showing off. There was a door, only 10 metres from where I stood but it was guarded. I started to think about what I would do if I got out. I had no money, no food, no water and nowhere to stay. I had to stay here. I had to find the stuff that I came here with because it might jog my memory or there may be clues as to where to go next.  The stairs continued up so I stated going up. I peeked into the next room.  There was no-one in this room. I decided there was no harm in looking in here. The room was an office. There were little cubicles with barely enough desk space to work. Most of the cubicles were filled with photos of family and friends and as I walked pass I stepped into a cubicle. There was an expensive computer sitting on the desk. The screen was off but the light on the tower was flashing. I hit the power button for the screen. It slowly came to life and displayed a Word document. I scanned through it quickly, looking for clues on what this place was. I finished the document with no more idea as when I started. I turned the screen off and left the cubicle. I doubted anyone here would know that I was even in the building, let alone why I was here. I left that floor and headed up. The second floor was the same layout as the first and held more empty cubicles. This continued up until the ninth floor. This seemed to be the top level. There was a small area before a big wall cut through the room. There were chairs at either side of the room and the same marble and gold was present. There was also some wood incorporated into the room. There was a door made out of wood and frosted glass with a gold-plated doorhandle. I reached out and grabbed the handle. I pushed down and found, to my surprise, that the door opened. I pushed inwards slowly, trying not to make a sound. I peeked in and saw that the room was empty. I stepped in and noticed the silence. There were no alarms going up here and it felt strange. There was an elaborate marble desk with a high end touch-screen computer on top. I hit the power button and the screen sprung to life.  Someone had been using this computer and logged off, but I only needed the password to get back in. I tried “Password” and the computer unlocked. I opened up” My Computer” and went straight to the personal files. These were the files that could only be accessed by this computer, so I believe that this is where secrets would be kept. I was searching through the files when I heard people running up the stairs. I still hadn’t found anything and I was about to get caught and thrown back into the cell. I had to leave now. I was about to run, but then I remembered about after I got out and pulled the hard drive out. It would be a start to finding out who I was. I run out of the room and into the stairwell. The noises were closer now and I could hear voices. I turned and sprinted up the stairs. I was going the wrong way! I went up and found the end of the stairs. I burst through the door and looked around. I was standing on the roof of a building in the middle of the desert. I was trapped.