A quick sneak peak of the story!
Prologue
Rudy's POV
I was in the dojo doing some paper work I needed finished by tomorrow. Kim had just text me and told me Jack was alive, and had just woke up. I nearly jumped out of my seat and pranced around. I did jump out of my seat, but I didn't prance around.
Later that night I was still filing through paper when my office door opened. Some guy in a hood walked in.
"Sorry buddy were closed"
I looked up and actually saw the guy. A pair of nunchucks slipped out of his sleeve and into his hand. He started swinging them. Oh-no.
I grabbed the closed thing to me. It was a plastic golf club. Wait, I don't need this! I'm a third degree black belt. I can kick a guy with nun-chucks, then run for my life. I took a stance then "charged"
"AAAAAAIIIIIEEEEEEE!"
I ran and jumped over my desk. I kicked the man in the face. His hood must be glued on because it didnt move. I went to punch him in the face, but he caught my fist.
"You probably shouldn't have done that
"JACK?!" I was in total shock. He was in a coma for three weeks, three weeks, now he was heard, beating me up, in my own dojo! "Jack! What are you doing?! You've been in a coma for three weeks
"Shut up Rudy"
He put a cloth over my mouth. It smelt weird. I couldn't quite out my finger on it. Then I blacked out.
Nothing. Is what it seems
(My new catch fraise for this story. Cool right?!)