Post by Protoss Dragon on Apr 1, 2008 19:36:22 GMT -5
Aright guys I have decided that I am going to write a book series that is 14 books long (if not twenty) and publish it. It is a sci-fi, modern warfare, action/adventure, fantasy story about 5 teens that get kidnapped by different organizations and turned into reptilian creatures. They must band together and form a army to stop these evil organizations that are linked up to governments and terrorists. There is also another group of teens that this happened to however they are stationed on an abandoned Siberian dam in Russia, while my main group is positioned at an abandoned WWII airforce based on an island in the Pacific ocean. Here is a 3 chapter long teaser that I wrote.
Chapter 1
“So, this is where it all began.”
It is dark, the streets are not lined with anyone except for a few homeless bums that are now lurking in the shadows and the alleyways, a stench of sulfur and smoke filled the air. A man about two and a half meters tall comes into view holding a suitcase, he is sitting at a bus stop and staring into the stars he scratches his mustache and adjusts his mafia hat as if he was waiting for something to happen.
A black colored taxi pulls in front of him and the back window rolls down. A man in a brown business suit is sitting there with a pale white face and holding a vile in his hand that is filled to the brim with a blue slightly glowing liquid and capped with a stopper.
“You have the money?” the man with the brown suit bellowed.
“Right here, all five million.” The man with the derby hat said in his rough voice.
He opens up the silver suitcase that is handcuffed to his arm. Only to reveal stacks of bundled fifty's and one-hundred dollar bills.
“Excellent.” The derby hat man said and laughed, as he handed the silver suitcase to the man in the taxi and took the blue vile. The taxi drove away and the man slid the vile into his jacket and walked off into the night.
At the same moment half way around the world...
A dark brow haired, brown eyed, Caucasian boy about age sixteen or seventeen stepped out of the front door to his high school. He took a large inhale of fresh air that he had not been able to get in several hours. As usual he did not have much homework since he had study hall just right before school was out. The entire day was a drag for him, nothing interesting was happening in any of his subjects. The only thing that amused him that day was a kid falling and snapping his wrist in gym class, as horrible as that may sound. The only real subject that interested him, despite the fact he was getting all A's and B's in his other classes, was his warfare class, where they would learn about wars from around the globe, discuss political matters that lead to those wars, the different weapons and vehicles the soldiers used and the talk of warfare in the present and future.
“Hey, Phoenix!” Another kid about his age and size ran up next to him, he had slightly darker hair and was carrying a shoulder side pack instead of a backpack like Phoenix had. “You going to the firing range this afternoon?”
“Yes, like there is anything else to do Tom.” Phoenix sighed.
“Don't feel depressed you do know we need that training anyways, the world is on the brink of World War Three, we have a maniac running North Korea, and we have an insane Russian man that supposedly kidnaps people and performs experiments on them, almost every government around the globe from the Russians, to the British to the Americans to the Persians have put a price tag on their head.” Tom exclaimed.
“Yeh, two hundred seventy million dollars to the person who captures or kills them, but its unlikely they will show up to get us or anyone where we live.” Phoenix said quickly and looked away from Tom nervous.
“Anyways see you at four.” Tom said as he departed ways with Phoenix.
Phoenix walked along the old path that lead to his house, it was shortcut for him and one he took very often. There was weeds and brush strew all over the place and the path looked like it had been erratically carved with a weed whacker. Phoenix closed his eyes and took a nice large inhale of the foggy air.
A few minutes later, Phoenix arrived home with his light backpack. He turned the key and opened the front door, as he stepped in the front door he heard nothing but, the hum of the refrigerator and the occosanial car that went past the cul-de-sack where his house was located. Phoenix's parents were no where in site, his father was on a business trip and his mother had died in a car accident many years ago, it was usual for the house to be quite and desolate. Throwing his backpack next to the door with a loud thump, he continued upstairs, the house was small, so his room was right around the corner when he got to the top of the stairs. Upon entering his room, Phoenix saw that his room was a bit messy there was a prototype of a flying device that Phoenix had been working on for the past year in one corner, along with a laptop computer on a small oak table. There was a futon on the ground with some blankets and sheets for a makeshift bed. In another corner there was a glass tank about a meter and a half long with a heat lamp in the center. The reptile that Phoenix had in the tank was a small monitor lizard named; Lizz. She was curled up under the heat lamp and sleeping soundly. He promptly grunted and walked over to his desk with his Ubuntu Linux laptop on top of it.
Meanwhile, back with Tom, he was in his room with the stereo on full, his room was a typical room for a sixteen year old kid, with a; stereo, bed, computer and desk. He pulled out a black Teflon coated suitcase, he opened it up to reveal a nine millimeter Glock seventeen with four full clips, and a synthetic wire cleaning tool. The bullets seemed to glimmer in the sun as he slipped one full magazine clip into the bottom, he pulled back the slide on the dorsal side of the gun.
A few kilometers away Phoenix had already brought out his weapon of choice, the gun he was holding onto was very rare and given to him as a gift. It was what you would get if you took a nine millimeter handgun and mixed it with a revolver. The gun was all around a normal handgun, except for the fact that there was an eight barreled chamber protruding from the center. The weapon was a hybrid gun so, it could fire both nine millimeter bullets and thirty-five caliber magnum rounds, which was outstanding for what a simple handgun/revolver could do. Sliding the gun into his dark blue, jacket pocket Phoenix slicked his hair back, not looking back he ran out of his room and jumped down to the bottom of the stairs without touching a step. He walked outside and let the door shut behind him, the firing range was about a mile away from his house so walking there was no problem.
At the same time, Tom left his house and continued down the same sidewalk that Phoenix had taken just minutes earlier. Phoenix arrived at the firing range around three-fifty-nine, spot on time. Phoenix walked into the store since it was freezing outside, he was greeted inside by the space heater and the gun store clerk.
“What can I get you, Phoenix?” Asked the store clerk that knew him very well, from the number of times that Phoenix had been to the firing range.
“Oh, just the usual.” He replied, Phoenix dropped about ten dollars on the counter to pay for his ammunition. The store clerk reached behind him to the shelf that had dozens of different types of ammo. The clerk picked out two boxes, one box was blue and had a green stripe down the side, the top of the box read “Buckeye: Handgun Bullets”. The other was a black box that had a red stripe going across the top, the box read “Always Hit: Magnum Ammunition”. Phoenix thanked the clerk who went back to playing a World War Two computer game on his laptop. Phoenix, walked to the back of the store where a huge steel door was, with a red sign on the front that warned customers about ricochet bullets.
Meanwhile, Tom was about two minutes away from the gun shop, he looked down and checked at his Glock, which was in his right jacket pocket. He would usually check his firearms while walking along so, he would not frighten anyone with them. He finished his small walk and came around the fence corner and into the parking lot of the gun shop. The usual neon, “Buy, Sell and Trade” sign was flickering in the slight mist that was rolling in. He walked into the gun shop and went past the counter to the back of the shop where the door was. Upon entering he stepped into a slightly lowered all cement room with different galleys for different types of weapons. Phoenix was in the handgun and revolver portion of the area. After about twenty meters of walking he came of Phoenix's back side where he was wearing protective goggles and firing his gun. The target that he had been firing at was all torn up by the various handgun, shotgun and machine gun rounds that were used on it.
“Yo, Phoenix.”, Tom said
Phoenix promptly turned around and aimed his gun, point blank range at Tom. “Your, hmm lets see, four minutes late and stop trying to be all gangster your style is really, really, how should I put this...crap.”
“Look Im sorry but, your going to have to just chill man.”, This statement made Phoenix to the point of breaking.
“When you are in an insane world with an ass backwards government on the brink of World War Three, there is no time to chill! Its not the good days of two thousand six, its the war days of two thousand ten and its not because, I hate you its just that the state of the earth is pissing me off!”, Phoenix exclaimed causing a few people to stare from the different shooting galleys.
Tom sighed and went over to the shotting gallery next to Phoenix. While firing off his Glock at the paper target there were two men all dressed in matrix style black coats wearing sunglasses, one of them even had a pimp cane. They were both sitting on the bench behind them observing Phoenix and Tom.
“Umm, Phoenix?”, Tom said and aimed his thumb to the men in the coats. Phoenix quickly turned around at such an agile speed that a professional track runner would be proud. He raised his custom gun and fired off one shot directly at them, causing everyone at the firing range to hit the ground in fear of the flying projectile. The bullet missed, and ricocheted off the wall behind them, digging out a good size chunk of cement and grazed one of the lab mans right ear. Phoenix promptly ran over to the bench and grabbed one by the neck.
“You better talk buddy, or the next one is not going to miss!”, Phoenix yelled in their face and pressed the barrel of the custom revolver to his skull.
“I swear we know nothing!”, The man said, “Incorrect!”, Phoenix said in a much lower and calmer tone of voice. He let the man go with a bleeding ear.
“Go tell your buddies back at your headquarters that Phoenix has struck.”, He said and lowered the revolver. “You too! Matrix freak!”, he said pointing to the injured mans accomplice who was still in a state of shock that his friend had been struck.
Both black coated men ran for their lives out of the door. Everyone that was on the ground had risen and started talking in groups about what just happened.
“Who where they?”, Tom finally responded after a few seconds of dead silence.
“Spies, for a governmental regime, they were probably gathering information on when to attack and who was a major threat.”, Phoenix quickly replied back in his normal rough textured tone of voice.
“And now they know you are one.”, Tom got scared of Phoenix for this.
“Let them know, then they will take extra caution around me and possibly give me a chance to throw off their attack all together.”, Phoenix said in defense of his argument. The rest of the afternoon at the range went without anymore unexpected interruptions.
Since it was a Friday Tom had planned to spend the night at Phoenix's house and to hang out, most kids their age were doing something on Friday's but, they decided to stay back at the house, plus it was rather chilly outside, to do really, well anything else. They walked along the curved path to get back to Phoenix's house, most of the path was dead leaves and dry brush and cracked concrete, littered with beer bottles and broken glass that homeless people dumped there. The house was in sight, with a dark and cold setting due to the lack of light except one street light post. They reached the front door and slid the key in with a cracking of metal as the key leavers turned. The door opened up under its own weight and the stepped in.
Chapter 2
“We have company!”
For the time that Tom was there they did a lot of stuff including working on a video game that they had been developing for the last few months. Playing with Phoenix's pet iguana and watching a Japanese horror film. As the film came to an end, a dark gray colored van pulled up to the front of the house.
“Oh, crap, we have company!”, Fenix exclaimed.
“What is it?”, replied Tom.
Phoenix pointed out the window, at the gray van. It was not his fathers van since he was on his business trip and he did not know anyone that owned a gray van.
“Alright you stay here and I will check it out.” Phoenix said as he grabbed his custom made revolver and a stock for it off his desk.
“Open up its the police!” One of the strangers that got out of the van said. He was with two other people that were dressed in S.W.A.T attire and had a battering ram to break doors down.
“Open up, or well come in anyways!” One of the supposed police force said.
“Come in and try to get me!” Phoenix said and aimed his custom revolver at the door, while rubbing the stock against his shoulder. At the same moment, the supposed office rammed the door down only to be greeted by a forty-five magnum round to the skull. The other fake cop got scared and ran behind a sofa only to be killed by two more magnum rounds. As the bodies fell on the floor with a thud, the leader of them laughed.
“You really think its over, well I got good news for you Phoenix. Its just getting started.” The strange leader said as he pulled out a blue gun with a yellow slide on the top from his tan coat pocket that had a silencer on the front. Phoenix jumped over the banister and fired one shot missing the man. Phoenix's gun jammed due to a mechanical failure, as he hit the ground the man in the tan coat shot a syringe like dart at Phoenix. Before Phoenix could react, the dart hit him in the neck causing him to collapse to the ground.
“Don't worry Phoenix, it was only a little tranquilizer.” The man said, “Now off to find your friend.”
Tom was hiding around the corner with a steel bar that he intended to bring down on the mans skull. He saw the mans shadow getting bigger and bigger as he tightened his grip on the steel bar with a few drops of sweat running down his forehead. The strange coated man jumped around the corner and shot Tom also with a tranquilizer syringe. Tom immediately dropped the bar and promptly collapsed on the ground, with a loud thud that shook the floorboards.
“Now that I have both of you two down, I should start to compensate for all the money I am going to get.” The trench coat man laughed and stated to drag Tom down the stairs. He stepped over the dead cop, he also snarled at his other worthless companion as he pulled dragged Tom's lifeless (yet he was still alive), body out the door and onto the pavement. With a massive amount of strength he lifted the kid into the van. His body shook the whole van with its weight, causing the shocks to flex. Phoenix was later loaded into the van, just to make sure he would not wake up, the man shot him again with another dose of tranquilizer, causing a bit of blood to flow from the neck region where the injection needle had hit. Both of them were duct tape bound so they would not move or talk, kind of like the perfect kidnapping in essence. The engine of the van roared to life and huffed out a huge black cloud of fumes, the trench coat man shifted into drive and took off down the road into the night.
Hours passed, Phoenix and Tom had been lying there for almost three and a half hours now. The driver of the van came to a halt at an off ramp's intersection which caused Phoenix's body to slide and smash into the guard wall behind the drivers seat. The driver of the van did not care one bit as he turned into a “twenty-four hour, always open petrol station”. The mysterious man stepped out of the van, under the few lights above his head he ruffled through his trench coat only to pull out a credit card and slid it in the gas pump, the van was filled with about thirty liters of petrol. After he was done filling the van with fuel, he looked in the door mirror and ran his hand through his messy black hair, the van started up with a roar from the abused four cylinder engine and they took off into the night. It is around midnight and there is still no sign of the man slowing down. The highway is virtually empty, maybe a car would pass by every couple minutes, other then that the strange man still floored it past a hundred miles per hour in hope that he would deliver his sensitive cargo to the destination in time. Every once in a while he would look back and check on the two, past the mesh caging the separated the storage compartment from the drivers cab, making sure that they were still down for the count. Phoenix and Tom were lying on opposite sides of the van, both facing the steel plated walls.
Phoenix finally awoke with the crunching of gravel and a few people yelling, the tranquilizer was still working on Tom so, he was out like rock. Phoenix heard the man open the window as he was greeted by a security guard.
“Name and identification please.” The security guard, that was dressed like a private marine, said.
“Jacob Lithengaurd”, he replied and handed his ID card over to the security guard that had S.T.F (Special Task Force), printed below his name and address. Phoenix was just in shock after he heard who his assailant was, sitting in the corner behind the driver seat so he could not be seen. The van shifted from park into drive and they rolled forward, down the dry desert embankment toward their destination. Minutes later of driving and listening to Jacobs walkie talkie, where barely distinguishable commands were being ordered, a bright set of lights flared down on the van. There was shouting and a few screams, military personal opened the vans back doors, they dragged the still drugged Tom out first onto the sandy desert floor. Fearing for his life Phoenix did what only some people would dare to do on a armed to the teeth solider, he did a flying kick. Phoenix's foot smashed into the soldiers face knocking his Avtomat Kalashnikova 1947 assult rifel out of his hands, blood spirted from his face as the solider coughed up a few teeth on the dusty ground.
“Hey, we need some help over here!” One of the soliders friends shouted, a few more gaurds and soliders came running over most of them were wearing flack jackets and were weilding sub-machine guns along with RPG seven's resting on their backs. Phoenix hunched his back over and put his hands behind his head knowing he was outgunned.
“Thats the smartest thing you did all night Phoenix, just give up.” Said Jacob, who was lighting an expensive Cuban cigar.
“You know you won't get away with this!” Phoenix shouted back.
“Heh, I already have.” Jacob said under his breath. Phoenix was then hit over the head with a baton causing him to fall to the ground.
Chapter 3
“Same as it never was.”
Phoenix awoke to his scenes in a very drowsy state, he felt like falling asleep and vomiting at the same time, yet he could not do either. His eyes felt like Jello and his arms felt like rubber, most of the room he was in was all foggy and gray.
“Help.” Phoenix said in his weary voice. His mouth felt like rawhide and he had the nasty taste of stomaching acid lining his lips.
“Don't worry your not dead.” A voice from out of nowhere came.
“Who are you, show yourself!” Phoenix started raising his voice.
Two females and two males came out of the fog and surrounded Phoenix, they were about the same age and hight as him. Phoenix stood up and almost collapsed, he could recognize one of the people as Tom, but he had never screen the other three in his life.
“How long have I been asleep and can some one tell me what the hell is going on?” Phoenix blurted out.
“You have been asleep for three months Phoenix.” One of the girls said.
“And you are?” Phoenix replied back.
“Oh, im sorry I did not introduce myself yet, I am Gem, the girl next to you with the black hair and tan skin is Sophia. I am pretty sure you know Tom, and the other kid with the red shirt to your left is Chris.” Gem quickly gave a rundown of the people in front of Phoenix.
“Its very nice to meet you guys and girls, but seriously...what is going on.” Phoenix said in a calmer voice.
“You, me and these other teens have been selected to participated in a genetic modification experiment called Operation Bleak, it is not run by the government, but by an offshore illegal scientific corporation that makes deals with the government, they kidnap normal teens like us and perform experiments on us, our bodies are perfect for their use and conduct, it usually involves mutating our amino acids, DNA and RNA into something completely different, how should I put, well changing species essentially”, Sophia said.
“And how do you know all about this?” Phoenix questioned her.
“I was the daughter of one of the scientists that worked on the genetic experiment, but my father...he was killed in a chemical explosion months ago when he accidentally dropped a small bar of Cesium into a pot of boiling water and hydrochloric acid, the resulting explosion incinerated him and destroyed a part of the building he was working in. I was handed over to the science department and they taught all about the genetic modification process, and when I refused to be a part of it, I ended up here.” Sophia teared up a bit from telling that story.
“Damm, im really sorry about that.” Tom tried to add in on her sorrow moment.
“Don't mention it.” Sophia shrugged it off.
“Now lets try to find a way out of here.” Chris cut in using a cheerful tone to try and sprue up their already wild night.
“You can't.” Sophia replied, trying to keep as stable as possible in this gray void.
“What do you mean we can't get out?” Phoenix said startled.
“You, can't get out because you are not in your completed body yet. This gray void is just null space in your brain, usually where dreams happen, but now its temporary storage for our thoughts and minds.” Sophia said shocking all the males but, Gem did not flinch since she was told the story five times already. She continued on with her statement, “We are right now existing within ourselves, every thought you would have, every mental projection would normally appear to you here in the cerebral cortex. We are only talking to each other because, the brain can regulate waves of energy and project it so we are in your dream as you people are in my dream.
Chapter 1
“So, this is where it all began.”
It is dark, the streets are not lined with anyone except for a few homeless bums that are now lurking in the shadows and the alleyways, a stench of sulfur and smoke filled the air. A man about two and a half meters tall comes into view holding a suitcase, he is sitting at a bus stop and staring into the stars he scratches his mustache and adjusts his mafia hat as if he was waiting for something to happen.
A black colored taxi pulls in front of him and the back window rolls down. A man in a brown business suit is sitting there with a pale white face and holding a vile in his hand that is filled to the brim with a blue slightly glowing liquid and capped with a stopper.
“You have the money?” the man with the brown suit bellowed.
“Right here, all five million.” The man with the derby hat said in his rough voice.
He opens up the silver suitcase that is handcuffed to his arm. Only to reveal stacks of bundled fifty's and one-hundred dollar bills.
“Excellent.” The derby hat man said and laughed, as he handed the silver suitcase to the man in the taxi and took the blue vile. The taxi drove away and the man slid the vile into his jacket and walked off into the night.
At the same moment half way around the world...
A dark brow haired, brown eyed, Caucasian boy about age sixteen or seventeen stepped out of the front door to his high school. He took a large inhale of fresh air that he had not been able to get in several hours. As usual he did not have much homework since he had study hall just right before school was out. The entire day was a drag for him, nothing interesting was happening in any of his subjects. The only thing that amused him that day was a kid falling and snapping his wrist in gym class, as horrible as that may sound. The only real subject that interested him, despite the fact he was getting all A's and B's in his other classes, was his warfare class, where they would learn about wars from around the globe, discuss political matters that lead to those wars, the different weapons and vehicles the soldiers used and the talk of warfare in the present and future.
“Hey, Phoenix!” Another kid about his age and size ran up next to him, he had slightly darker hair and was carrying a shoulder side pack instead of a backpack like Phoenix had. “You going to the firing range this afternoon?”
“Yes, like there is anything else to do Tom.” Phoenix sighed.
“Don't feel depressed you do know we need that training anyways, the world is on the brink of World War Three, we have a maniac running North Korea, and we have an insane Russian man that supposedly kidnaps people and performs experiments on them, almost every government around the globe from the Russians, to the British to the Americans to the Persians have put a price tag on their head.” Tom exclaimed.
“Yeh, two hundred seventy million dollars to the person who captures or kills them, but its unlikely they will show up to get us or anyone where we live.” Phoenix said quickly and looked away from Tom nervous.
“Anyways see you at four.” Tom said as he departed ways with Phoenix.
Phoenix walked along the old path that lead to his house, it was shortcut for him and one he took very often. There was weeds and brush strew all over the place and the path looked like it had been erratically carved with a weed whacker. Phoenix closed his eyes and took a nice large inhale of the foggy air.
A few minutes later, Phoenix arrived home with his light backpack. He turned the key and opened the front door, as he stepped in the front door he heard nothing but, the hum of the refrigerator and the occosanial car that went past the cul-de-sack where his house was located. Phoenix's parents were no where in site, his father was on a business trip and his mother had died in a car accident many years ago, it was usual for the house to be quite and desolate. Throwing his backpack next to the door with a loud thump, he continued upstairs, the house was small, so his room was right around the corner when he got to the top of the stairs. Upon entering his room, Phoenix saw that his room was a bit messy there was a prototype of a flying device that Phoenix had been working on for the past year in one corner, along with a laptop computer on a small oak table. There was a futon on the ground with some blankets and sheets for a makeshift bed. In another corner there was a glass tank about a meter and a half long with a heat lamp in the center. The reptile that Phoenix had in the tank was a small monitor lizard named; Lizz. She was curled up under the heat lamp and sleeping soundly. He promptly grunted and walked over to his desk with his Ubuntu Linux laptop on top of it.
Meanwhile, back with Tom, he was in his room with the stereo on full, his room was a typical room for a sixteen year old kid, with a; stereo, bed, computer and desk. He pulled out a black Teflon coated suitcase, he opened it up to reveal a nine millimeter Glock seventeen with four full clips, and a synthetic wire cleaning tool. The bullets seemed to glimmer in the sun as he slipped one full magazine clip into the bottom, he pulled back the slide on the dorsal side of the gun.
A few kilometers away Phoenix had already brought out his weapon of choice, the gun he was holding onto was very rare and given to him as a gift. It was what you would get if you took a nine millimeter handgun and mixed it with a revolver. The gun was all around a normal handgun, except for the fact that there was an eight barreled chamber protruding from the center. The weapon was a hybrid gun so, it could fire both nine millimeter bullets and thirty-five caliber magnum rounds, which was outstanding for what a simple handgun/revolver could do. Sliding the gun into his dark blue, jacket pocket Phoenix slicked his hair back, not looking back he ran out of his room and jumped down to the bottom of the stairs without touching a step. He walked outside and let the door shut behind him, the firing range was about a mile away from his house so walking there was no problem.
At the same time, Tom left his house and continued down the same sidewalk that Phoenix had taken just minutes earlier. Phoenix arrived at the firing range around three-fifty-nine, spot on time. Phoenix walked into the store since it was freezing outside, he was greeted inside by the space heater and the gun store clerk.
“What can I get you, Phoenix?” Asked the store clerk that knew him very well, from the number of times that Phoenix had been to the firing range.
“Oh, just the usual.” He replied, Phoenix dropped about ten dollars on the counter to pay for his ammunition. The store clerk reached behind him to the shelf that had dozens of different types of ammo. The clerk picked out two boxes, one box was blue and had a green stripe down the side, the top of the box read “Buckeye: Handgun Bullets”. The other was a black box that had a red stripe going across the top, the box read “Always Hit: Magnum Ammunition”. Phoenix thanked the clerk who went back to playing a World War Two computer game on his laptop. Phoenix, walked to the back of the store where a huge steel door was, with a red sign on the front that warned customers about ricochet bullets.
Meanwhile, Tom was about two minutes away from the gun shop, he looked down and checked at his Glock, which was in his right jacket pocket. He would usually check his firearms while walking along so, he would not frighten anyone with them. He finished his small walk and came around the fence corner and into the parking lot of the gun shop. The usual neon, “Buy, Sell and Trade” sign was flickering in the slight mist that was rolling in. He walked into the gun shop and went past the counter to the back of the shop where the door was. Upon entering he stepped into a slightly lowered all cement room with different galleys for different types of weapons. Phoenix was in the handgun and revolver portion of the area. After about twenty meters of walking he came of Phoenix's back side where he was wearing protective goggles and firing his gun. The target that he had been firing at was all torn up by the various handgun, shotgun and machine gun rounds that were used on it.
“Yo, Phoenix.”, Tom said
Phoenix promptly turned around and aimed his gun, point blank range at Tom. “Your, hmm lets see, four minutes late and stop trying to be all gangster your style is really, really, how should I put this...crap.”
“Look Im sorry but, your going to have to just chill man.”, This statement made Phoenix to the point of breaking.
“When you are in an insane world with an ass backwards government on the brink of World War Three, there is no time to chill! Its not the good days of two thousand six, its the war days of two thousand ten and its not because, I hate you its just that the state of the earth is pissing me off!”, Phoenix exclaimed causing a few people to stare from the different shooting galleys.
Tom sighed and went over to the shotting gallery next to Phoenix. While firing off his Glock at the paper target there were two men all dressed in matrix style black coats wearing sunglasses, one of them even had a pimp cane. They were both sitting on the bench behind them observing Phoenix and Tom.
“Umm, Phoenix?”, Tom said and aimed his thumb to the men in the coats. Phoenix quickly turned around at such an agile speed that a professional track runner would be proud. He raised his custom gun and fired off one shot directly at them, causing everyone at the firing range to hit the ground in fear of the flying projectile. The bullet missed, and ricocheted off the wall behind them, digging out a good size chunk of cement and grazed one of the lab mans right ear. Phoenix promptly ran over to the bench and grabbed one by the neck.
“You better talk buddy, or the next one is not going to miss!”, Phoenix yelled in their face and pressed the barrel of the custom revolver to his skull.
“I swear we know nothing!”, The man said, “Incorrect!”, Phoenix said in a much lower and calmer tone of voice. He let the man go with a bleeding ear.
“Go tell your buddies back at your headquarters that Phoenix has struck.”, He said and lowered the revolver. “You too! Matrix freak!”, he said pointing to the injured mans accomplice who was still in a state of shock that his friend had been struck.
Both black coated men ran for their lives out of the door. Everyone that was on the ground had risen and started talking in groups about what just happened.
“Who where they?”, Tom finally responded after a few seconds of dead silence.
“Spies, for a governmental regime, they were probably gathering information on when to attack and who was a major threat.”, Phoenix quickly replied back in his normal rough textured tone of voice.
“And now they know you are one.”, Tom got scared of Phoenix for this.
“Let them know, then they will take extra caution around me and possibly give me a chance to throw off their attack all together.”, Phoenix said in defense of his argument. The rest of the afternoon at the range went without anymore unexpected interruptions.
Since it was a Friday Tom had planned to spend the night at Phoenix's house and to hang out, most kids their age were doing something on Friday's but, they decided to stay back at the house, plus it was rather chilly outside, to do really, well anything else. They walked along the curved path to get back to Phoenix's house, most of the path was dead leaves and dry brush and cracked concrete, littered with beer bottles and broken glass that homeless people dumped there. The house was in sight, with a dark and cold setting due to the lack of light except one street light post. They reached the front door and slid the key in with a cracking of metal as the key leavers turned. The door opened up under its own weight and the stepped in.
Chapter 2
“We have company!”
For the time that Tom was there they did a lot of stuff including working on a video game that they had been developing for the last few months. Playing with Phoenix's pet iguana and watching a Japanese horror film. As the film came to an end, a dark gray colored van pulled up to the front of the house.
“Oh, crap, we have company!”, Fenix exclaimed.
“What is it?”, replied Tom.
Phoenix pointed out the window, at the gray van. It was not his fathers van since he was on his business trip and he did not know anyone that owned a gray van.
“Alright you stay here and I will check it out.” Phoenix said as he grabbed his custom made revolver and a stock for it off his desk.
“Open up its the police!” One of the strangers that got out of the van said. He was with two other people that were dressed in S.W.A.T attire and had a battering ram to break doors down.
“Open up, or well come in anyways!” One of the supposed police force said.
“Come in and try to get me!” Phoenix said and aimed his custom revolver at the door, while rubbing the stock against his shoulder. At the same moment, the supposed office rammed the door down only to be greeted by a forty-five magnum round to the skull. The other fake cop got scared and ran behind a sofa only to be killed by two more magnum rounds. As the bodies fell on the floor with a thud, the leader of them laughed.
“You really think its over, well I got good news for you Phoenix. Its just getting started.” The strange leader said as he pulled out a blue gun with a yellow slide on the top from his tan coat pocket that had a silencer on the front. Phoenix jumped over the banister and fired one shot missing the man. Phoenix's gun jammed due to a mechanical failure, as he hit the ground the man in the tan coat shot a syringe like dart at Phoenix. Before Phoenix could react, the dart hit him in the neck causing him to collapse to the ground.
“Don't worry Phoenix, it was only a little tranquilizer.” The man said, “Now off to find your friend.”
Tom was hiding around the corner with a steel bar that he intended to bring down on the mans skull. He saw the mans shadow getting bigger and bigger as he tightened his grip on the steel bar with a few drops of sweat running down his forehead. The strange coated man jumped around the corner and shot Tom also with a tranquilizer syringe. Tom immediately dropped the bar and promptly collapsed on the ground, with a loud thud that shook the floorboards.
“Now that I have both of you two down, I should start to compensate for all the money I am going to get.” The trench coat man laughed and stated to drag Tom down the stairs. He stepped over the dead cop, he also snarled at his other worthless companion as he pulled dragged Tom's lifeless (yet he was still alive), body out the door and onto the pavement. With a massive amount of strength he lifted the kid into the van. His body shook the whole van with its weight, causing the shocks to flex. Phoenix was later loaded into the van, just to make sure he would not wake up, the man shot him again with another dose of tranquilizer, causing a bit of blood to flow from the neck region where the injection needle had hit. Both of them were duct tape bound so they would not move or talk, kind of like the perfect kidnapping in essence. The engine of the van roared to life and huffed out a huge black cloud of fumes, the trench coat man shifted into drive and took off down the road into the night.
Hours passed, Phoenix and Tom had been lying there for almost three and a half hours now. The driver of the van came to a halt at an off ramp's intersection which caused Phoenix's body to slide and smash into the guard wall behind the drivers seat. The driver of the van did not care one bit as he turned into a “twenty-four hour, always open petrol station”. The mysterious man stepped out of the van, under the few lights above his head he ruffled through his trench coat only to pull out a credit card and slid it in the gas pump, the van was filled with about thirty liters of petrol. After he was done filling the van with fuel, he looked in the door mirror and ran his hand through his messy black hair, the van started up with a roar from the abused four cylinder engine and they took off into the night. It is around midnight and there is still no sign of the man slowing down. The highway is virtually empty, maybe a car would pass by every couple minutes, other then that the strange man still floored it past a hundred miles per hour in hope that he would deliver his sensitive cargo to the destination in time. Every once in a while he would look back and check on the two, past the mesh caging the separated the storage compartment from the drivers cab, making sure that they were still down for the count. Phoenix and Tom were lying on opposite sides of the van, both facing the steel plated walls.
Phoenix finally awoke with the crunching of gravel and a few people yelling, the tranquilizer was still working on Tom so, he was out like rock. Phoenix heard the man open the window as he was greeted by a security guard.
“Name and identification please.” The security guard, that was dressed like a private marine, said.
“Jacob Lithengaurd”, he replied and handed his ID card over to the security guard that had S.T.F (Special Task Force), printed below his name and address. Phoenix was just in shock after he heard who his assailant was, sitting in the corner behind the driver seat so he could not be seen. The van shifted from park into drive and they rolled forward, down the dry desert embankment toward their destination. Minutes later of driving and listening to Jacobs walkie talkie, where barely distinguishable commands were being ordered, a bright set of lights flared down on the van. There was shouting and a few screams, military personal opened the vans back doors, they dragged the still drugged Tom out first onto the sandy desert floor. Fearing for his life Phoenix did what only some people would dare to do on a armed to the teeth solider, he did a flying kick. Phoenix's foot smashed into the soldiers face knocking his Avtomat Kalashnikova 1947 assult rifel out of his hands, blood spirted from his face as the solider coughed up a few teeth on the dusty ground.
“Hey, we need some help over here!” One of the soliders friends shouted, a few more gaurds and soliders came running over most of them were wearing flack jackets and were weilding sub-machine guns along with RPG seven's resting on their backs. Phoenix hunched his back over and put his hands behind his head knowing he was outgunned.
“Thats the smartest thing you did all night Phoenix, just give up.” Said Jacob, who was lighting an expensive Cuban cigar.
“You know you won't get away with this!” Phoenix shouted back.
“Heh, I already have.” Jacob said under his breath. Phoenix was then hit over the head with a baton causing him to fall to the ground.
Chapter 3
“Same as it never was.”
Phoenix awoke to his scenes in a very drowsy state, he felt like falling asleep and vomiting at the same time, yet he could not do either. His eyes felt like Jello and his arms felt like rubber, most of the room he was in was all foggy and gray.
“Help.” Phoenix said in his weary voice. His mouth felt like rawhide and he had the nasty taste of stomaching acid lining his lips.
“Don't worry your not dead.” A voice from out of nowhere came.
“Who are you, show yourself!” Phoenix started raising his voice.
Two females and two males came out of the fog and surrounded Phoenix, they were about the same age and hight as him. Phoenix stood up and almost collapsed, he could recognize one of the people as Tom, but he had never screen the other three in his life.
“How long have I been asleep and can some one tell me what the hell is going on?” Phoenix blurted out.
“You have been asleep for three months Phoenix.” One of the girls said.
“And you are?” Phoenix replied back.
“Oh, im sorry I did not introduce myself yet, I am Gem, the girl next to you with the black hair and tan skin is Sophia. I am pretty sure you know Tom, and the other kid with the red shirt to your left is Chris.” Gem quickly gave a rundown of the people in front of Phoenix.
“Its very nice to meet you guys and girls, but seriously...what is going on.” Phoenix said in a calmer voice.
“You, me and these other teens have been selected to participated in a genetic modification experiment called Operation Bleak, it is not run by the government, but by an offshore illegal scientific corporation that makes deals with the government, they kidnap normal teens like us and perform experiments on us, our bodies are perfect for their use and conduct, it usually involves mutating our amino acids, DNA and RNA into something completely different, how should I put, well changing species essentially”, Sophia said.
“And how do you know all about this?” Phoenix questioned her.
“I was the daughter of one of the scientists that worked on the genetic experiment, but my father...he was killed in a chemical explosion months ago when he accidentally dropped a small bar of Cesium into a pot of boiling water and hydrochloric acid, the resulting explosion incinerated him and destroyed a part of the building he was working in. I was handed over to the science department and they taught all about the genetic modification process, and when I refused to be a part of it, I ended up here.” Sophia teared up a bit from telling that story.
“Damm, im really sorry about that.” Tom tried to add in on her sorrow moment.
“Don't mention it.” Sophia shrugged it off.
“Now lets try to find a way out of here.” Chris cut in using a cheerful tone to try and sprue up their already wild night.
“You can't.” Sophia replied, trying to keep as stable as possible in this gray void.
“What do you mean we can't get out?” Phoenix said startled.
“You, can't get out because you are not in your completed body yet. This gray void is just null space in your brain, usually where dreams happen, but now its temporary storage for our thoughts and minds.” Sophia said shocking all the males but, Gem did not flinch since she was told the story five times already. She continued on with her statement, “We are right now existing within ourselves, every thought you would have, every mental projection would normally appear to you here in the cerebral cortex. We are only talking to each other because, the brain can regulate waves of energy and project it so we are in your dream as you people are in my dream.