Thankyou

I am getting more page views everyday, which is great. I would like to remind you that commenting on posts is not only great for me, but fantastic for you, it can generate more traffic to your blogs and if you do comment, I will look at your blog, and leave a comment. I have also started a google plus community called "Blovels" for fellow blovelers like me. Take a look and join if you want to advertise you own blog. Until next time,

Dean

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.
Dean

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.