I was tired of writing stories in they- view, so for the change this one is in I- view , hope you like it XD
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Chapter 1: What happened yesterday?

Some place, somewhere, at some time

Dante

I opened and my eyes, but closed them almost immediately, because of a severe light. I blinked a couple of times. Once my eyes were used to the bright light I could see the source; fluorescents on a white ceiling.

I sat up, and studied the room I was in. It was big and empty, except from the metal bed I was lying on, with white walls, a grey concrete floor, no windows and two white doors. One all the way at the back wall, and one on my left hand. A hand that was chained to the bed.

"Fuck, where am I? What the hell happened?" I murmured.

Fragments of memories appeared in my head, images appeared in front of my eyes.
Suits….Defoe….A women with blue hair…. A motorcycle….

Slowly I started to remember everything that happened yesterday.

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I was walking through the familiar streets of Venice, just on my way home to my two brothers; the twenty-one year old Michael, who was four years younger than me, and the eighteen year old Lok.

Suddenly I heard someone scream. "Heeelp me, please!"
Of course I rushed towards the screaming unhesitatingly. It had come from the abandoned shoe factory, and I ran towards it, but when I got there I didn't see anybody.
Too late I realized it was a trap.

"Well, well, seems like you've fallen into my trap Mr. Vale."
I quickly turned around and looked into the smiling face of my arch- enemy Defoe.
"I can always count on your major weakness: playing the hero."

How could I've been so stupid? I wanted to slam myself for the head but that wasn't going to make things better.

"Skip the nonsense Defoe… what do you want from me?" I said angrily.

"Well there's someone who really wants to meet you, and of course Í want the same as always; revenge. But this time I've came well- prepared. I won't lose again." He pointed at the suits behind him, with his right arm, which was a robot- like prosthesis.
It was thanks to me he lost his arm, and I think he had never forgiven me that. It was quite understandable.

I counted the suits. Twenty- five, twenty- six, twenty-seven…
Dammit.

Defoe saw I started to worry, no matter how much I tried to hide that. It made him smile even more.
"Suits, attack!"

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First chap is quite short but I hope you liked it, let me know so I know whether I shall continue or not… ^^

(But its's probably going to take me some time to update since I actually have to focus on my other story which isn't finished at all XD)

So… do you already know who has kidnapped Dante?