I am surrounded by white light. I can’t seem to move, and it so very hard to see. I don’t know what’s happening. My heart is beating as if I’m running a marathon. I tell myself to calm down. Fear is the killer, If I’m to live a survive in this dark world, I must conquore my fear.
I take a second to review my surroundings. It’s hard to move my head, there seems to be a heavy collar around my neck. I squint my eyes, attempting to filter some of the light out. It doesn’t help much, but enough to grasp where I’m at. The light seems to be originating from a powerful light bulb pointing directly at my eyes. My arms and my feet are strapped down to a cold, metal stretcher. The color doesn’t seemed to be chained down to anything. Why would I have this on me then?
O.K. Think.
Where am I? How did I get here? What day is it?
My Birthday. Today is my birthday. All the answers seep back into me, and I almost wish I didn’t know. I’m in Room 101, and I was taken here by the Agents of FATE. Today my free will is about to be taken from me.
My name is Ethan Terrex… at least it will be for a little longer. Who knows what mundane name they will give me next. David Smith? Paul Johnson? John Paulson?
“IT IS YOUR DESTINY!”
Was that a voice? A speaker? Was that in my head?
“IT IS YOUR DESTINY!”
A wave of pain shot through my entire body. The type of pain that starts in the back in your skull and moves through out your entire body.
Well. At least I know what the collar is used for.
“WHERE IS THE TOME?”
The tome. They can’t find out about it or she will die. Hope. I can’t let them get to Hope. I have to hold out for as long as I can. Funny. It was his birthday day when he first met Hope.
Thursday, November 8, 2007
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Good opening. We want to know what's happening.
JF
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