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Chapter 1 Awoke

The hazy bliss of silence was dissipating, and consciousness bored its way into the hollows of my mind. I tried to block out the harsh light that clawed at my eyes but found myself unable to move my arm from its resting place on what I assumed was the ground. Instead I clenched my eyes shut in attempt to do block out the light, but that didn't help much. Where am I? I thought as I finally gave in to the evil that was 'daylight'. I inched open my eyes and was greeted with a painful and blinding whiteness of unrelenting light.

Once my eyes had adjusted, I sat up as best I could to take in my surroundings. There wasn't much to see. It was a small room with what looked like the burnt remains of a bed as the only outstanding feature in the room. I also noted that the floor was scorched, as were parts of the walls. I seemed to be sitting in the middle of the scorch marks, in the very center of the room. Where did those come from? I wondered as I traced the shapes of the black marks on the floor.

My mind was a cloudy mess. Thoughts surfaced and re-surfaced themselves through the recesses of my mind, and each one of them would disappear the moment I concentrated on them. So I allowed my mind drift from concentrated thoughts and just let them circle in my head aimlessly before vanishing again.

"Kill him" said a cold voice, snapping me out of my daze. I felt my blood run deadly cold as I realized that I was not the only one present in the room. I scrambled/spun around on the floor to face the voice I heard. There were two men standing above me. One was tall and dressed in black, pointing a strange shaped hollow tube at my head, the other was younger and more familiar looking. He was wearing a purple shirt that cut off above his navel, and had sandy blond hair and mauve eyes that complimented his tanned skin. He was holding what looked like an eyeball with wings on a stick, except it was all gold.

I turned my attention back to the hollow tube getting slowly closer to my head. Then I remembered what the younger man said . . . "kill him". . Kill? . . . kill me. . Kil- my thoughts were cut short by a clicking sound coming from the tube that was now pressed hard against my forehead. "Do it Keith! We don't want word of another failed project to get loose. We copped enough crap last time." said the younger man. "No one can ever know" At that comment I reached for the tubie-thingie resting in the middle of my forehead as fast as I could and snatched it out of the man in black's hand. I stood, with difficulty, and pointed the thing towards the younger man, hoping that whatever this thing was I was that I was holding was something he would fear if pointed at him.

It didn't work . . . I thought as the man smirked and took a confident step forward. He took another step forward and I clenched my eyes shut and grasped the tube tighter, causing something on it to click back and suddenly a loud, cruel sound came from the object. BANG!

I looked at the thing in my hand in shock and then, noticing a movement, I returned my attention to the blond haired man who had now collapsed on the floor clutching his shoulder in agony. I saw a thick red liquid seeping through his fingers and instinctively dropped the object in my hand. The other man, who was previously in some sort of shock, ran to the younger man's aid.

This was my chance to escape! I clumsily ran towards the exit, only to find that there were three tall men in black blocking my path. I only just dodged a blow to the head, and was rewarded for my effort by my legs giving way, causing me to fall backwards onto the hard ground. Two of the men lunged forward, aiming to seize my arms and legs. I somehow managed to give a good kick to one of the men's guts and used the other man as leverage to get back on my feet. I quickly pushed the third man out of the way; narrowly escaping his grasp, and ran as fast as I could down the hallway I found myself in.

I ran until I found myself at a split in the hall. Ok, left? . . . Or right? I thought. Both directions I could go looked exactly the same. And I didn't want to be running down these halls all day. A cold draft was blowing from the left and only then did I realize . . . Oh shit. I'm Naked! Damn it! I ignored that problem for the moment as I was sure I'd be caught soon if I didn't keep moving. So I headed for the draft, hoping it led to an exit.

Oh great, more fun . . . I thought sarcastically as I found myself in the presence of yet another man in black. Wait . . . he's about my size . . . hmn this might just work. I thought as the man noticed me and came running towards me. I hastily hit him in the gut; I'm getting good at this, knocking him out. When I was sure he wouldn't wake any time soon, I swiftly stripped the man of his under shirt; a black tank top, and his pants; which was also black. I put on the items of clothing as fast as I could and started my run towards the draft again. My legs; which were still not yet used to moving, gave way again and I felt my face make contact with the floor.

I knew I still had a way to go to get out, but my legs didn't agree to move any more. On top of that my eyelids were starting to feel like big lead weights upon my eyes. And I've been awake for how long? . . . The sound of dozens of feet hitting the floor came to my ears and I figured that it would probably be bad to just let them come and get me . . . so I forced myself up again and continued along my path to what was hopefully the outside world.

I saw an opening at the end of the corridor and quickened my run towards it. The MIB's (Men in Black) were right behind me all the way; by now there were at least twenty men behind me and they were slowly gaining on me even with my change in speed. I finally reached the opening; closing the metal thing, that stopped the MIB's from getting through, behind me.

I shaded my face from the even brighter light that struck my eyes. And I thought it was bright enough in THERE. Not having enough time to stand around and think any longer, I looked around and realized I was in an alleyway. Like the inside corridors of wherever I just was, the path was split. Choosing one of the two directions I could go, I continued running. Step step step breathe step step step . . .

Some time later, figuring that I had run enough with out having my legs break off, I decided to stop to take a break. I suddenly found myself slumping over and panting due to my sheer exhaustion, grasping my knees for support. I could feel the sweat gluing me to my clothes; it felt like I had been running for hours.

Something caught my eye mid-pant and I straightened myself and went to the source of the eye catcher, only to realize it was a reflection of myself in a strange shaped glass-covered peeking hole. It was the first time I had ever seen what I looked like. It was strange; I looked like the purple shirted guy . . . in a way. There were definitely similarities; for one my hair and his hair were the same color, our skin was the same too.

But then again, my hair was spikier and stood on end unlike the other guy and my eyes had more of a blue hue rather than the other's more reddish color. Though they were both shades of purple. I looked a bit older and stronger too, which I didn't mind.

The moment I stopped inspecting myself, I realized . . . I was really tired. I started to slump down again. I've barely been awake for half a day and already I'm tired . . . who was that other guy . . . who am I?- I didn't have time to think anymore as my body had decided to shut down. I collapsed on the ground and once again I was surrounded in the quiet of darkness; the last thing I saw was a hand reaching for me . . . oh…drat……