Chapter 1

Nathan Drake lifted up his shirt, feeling the blood sticking to the fabric. He gave a slight grunt, holding his breath. He accidentally looked in the mirror, seeing the bruises, cuts, and the bullet wound trying to expel from the careful wrapping. He cringed, hoping Sully's female doctor could look at it and help, naturally payment defaulting to Nate and Sully's other beneficial talents. Money was too tight these days. Running as an orphan almost seemed like a better idea.

But I don't want to worry about park benches or slides or trees or hunger. Sully might as well be my godfather. God dammit man, you're almost 30. Grow up and take care of your shit. It's just a scrape.

Nathan turned around to his bed, a twin that was sunk in the middle, the crap metal creaking as he put his weight on it, clearly crying the bed needed maintenance. He flicked the light off on the lamp, the only source of light in the room, gasping a few times as the pain flared here and everywhere. Soon enough, sleep took his mind, attempting to crash him into darkness.

/\/\/\~~

He was staring at Sully, the old man waving his gun and pointing at the stars. "See the bright one? Go now and follow that!"

Nathan stared at him, unable to just leave his friend behind. A bullet whizzed by his head though, and he kicked his legs into action, glancing up at the stars. He thought Sully was talking about the North Star. He'd at least never been told to follow anything else. The trees were dark, the moon half full, but no city lights interrupted the shimmering sky.

Just follow the star; it should take me to the tent.

More gunshots followed him, but not as close as they had been a minute ago. Nathan kept an eye out for a good climbing tree, still determined to hinder their main pursuers. Nathan had met some evil thieves and treasure hunters in the past, but these days, it was tough to tell if women or men were more diabolical. Nate dipped to the left, pulling himself up as far as he could. He could barely see the little flares from the gunfire. He could hear shotguns and the AK's, some single shot's being fired... He kept an eye out for one...maybe he could spot it. He hadn't run too far yet. He scanned the horizon, seeing at least ten people running towards a lone figure, a single shot firing out.

"Sullivan!" Nathan looked down and around, unable to get to him quick enough. He climbed out of the tree and began running, using his flex and long legs to dodge roots and rocks. He knew he was getting closer—he was running a Hell of a lot faster than before. He tried listening for any sounds, but only heard his breathing and dirt. Suddenly he was on the ground, a gun pointed in his side.

"I thought I told you to follow the star."

"Come on, they're gonna get you!"

Nathan couldn't believe he had found the old man. They took off together, Nate following closely. A shot rang out to their right, Nate beginning to smile as they were starting to get away. These were your normal guards, not mercenaries or military based. After a few more minutes, the two slowed down to a warm pace, seeing their tent on the edge of a clearing.

Nathan gave a light chuckle. "How'd you enjoy that run?"

Sully chuckled. "Some days I wonder if it's the running that's going to give me a heart attack. You can take first watch after you explain why you came back. You know I could've shot you, right?"

"Well, yeah. I know. But I got here with you. They all descended at once, and I want us to get out of here without being captured. Plus we're going to have to go over the stars again because I didn't know which way to go."

"Damn it Nate. Well, keep an eye out and we'll swap in a bit. We're out in the morning."

Sully disappeared into the small grey tent, within a few minutes snores escaping out the flap. Nathan stretched, keeping his ears open for anything unusual. He was exhausted but content. His and Sully's broad frame needed work outs like this. It's been about twelve years since Nathan met Victor. Nathan quickly grew to meet Sully's size and expertise, his dear brother Sam able to join for bits at a time. But that was a story for another time. The only other heir was dead in a fucking dungeon down in the depths of Panama. Fucking Rafe, bloody arse.

Nate tried loosening up against the boulder he found, brushing those last year's off. They were in Norway, luckily during the summer, and only to stick around for a few days. And they just completed the third day. Walk to port tomorrow, take a boat back to the United Kingdom, take the train, hop onto Sully's plane, then home. They got their info, the guards were stupid, it had been successful.

The dull moon danced shadows in the trees, across the grass and small plants. It was a beautiful sight, unlike the apartments he had to call home. Someday I'll live in the open, trees filling the winds with the light crash of waves in the background...every morning waking to the birds. No guns, cars, civilians... he felt his brain shift, hearing a dull clatter... Nate shot up, looking around. His paranoia took hold, chest tight. He heard the soft snores from the tent, shifting into a crouch and looking around, all shadows seeming to hold still. He ran to the nearest tree, then the next to climb up and look around for scouts. He waited, stiff, breathing with the wind. A branch crunched to his left, suddenly a walkie crackling.

"Left parameter clear"

Silence.

Nathan looked around, trying to find any shimmer of the post. He finally found the figure about two hundred feet away. They were stumbling too close to the tent. Nathan slipped down the tree, carefully stepping towards the person. They stopped on the edge, spotting the tent. Nathan stepped out and wrapped his arms around the neck, twisting tight. Laying the body down, he saw the figure was female, causing him to take a step back. This wasn't his first with a female, business was business, but when scouts were reporting, he couldn't call back. He shot back to the tent, ruffling the flaps. "Sully, wake up. We have a problem."

"Damn it kid...not now..."

"One of the scouts was female. We have to get out."

Sully raised his head, wiping his eyes. "All right, give me a minute. Go watch."

Nathan snuck back out, checking his holster. It'd only be a matter of time until they checked with every member of the squad. These guys weren't professionals, but they weren't bare bottom dollar pay. They were clever, but could be outsmarted. "All right kid, ready?"

Nathan nodded and they quickly grabbed their bags, taking off towards the left, bouncing between trees and rocks and shrubs. They kept an even pace, not able to get to the boat too early otherwise it'd raise suspicion. They finally eased up after a few miles, Nate checking his satchel and pockets. He believed he had everything he needed still. "Pick up anything useful inside that concrete prison?" They both shifted the duffel bags on their backs, Nathan trying to loosen his shoulders.

"No, not really, maybe where Hitler may have told false promises to the captured, but, those cups and toy set... that's going to change everything."

"Interesting... Mass murderer loves your kids just as much as you do, he provides day care centers until your family was put on the list for slaughter."

"It seems like that, but something is off still. There's so much more that were missing."

"Still got some time to kill. Look through that book, maybe you'll find a map or something else that's useful."

They proceeded to walk the last few miles, camping out until they had to load the boat.

/\/\/\~~

Nathan felt burning across his eyes, groaning and trying to open them. He brought his arm up and wiped the crust away, his side flaring in pain again. "I gotta quit jumping from roofs," he muttered, sitting up. He slid into the floor and pulled his shirt off, checking the visual damage. Nothing detrimental besides bruises, typical cuts, maybe a few stitches were needed across his ribs. He crossed deliriously to the bathroom, the door blowing in his left side. He gasped, seeing all black body armor. He dodged a shotgun, hiding behind some broken stone. Suddenly his head was bashed against the wall, then three more times.

"Ahh mate, you're pretty good at dodging bullets."

"Not as good as dodging your mom. She's pretty clever. But I like crafty."

His skull met brick again, blood now clearly running down his face.

"We don't care what you say. You're our pet now."

Nate tried pulling away but they had his hair tight in their grasp. He was too damaged to put up a fight, but soon he hoped he could. "I'm not a little bitch."

The two men laughed. "We know. You're a right tricky bastard," the one on the left replied. British accent. Black glasses. Simple armor compared to his friend. "We know you're full of tricks. But now, we're going to pull one on you."

They pulled Nathan up, dragging him out of the collapsing room. No one was around to watch. Naturally Nathan had picked the scummiest, cheapest, most discreet motel in the area. Naturally, you know, the type the bad guys frequent and pay the staff to squeal.

"You see," Senior Brit started, "you're quite an escape artist. Almost like a magician. But you like to dapple in death. That's a true magician. So, our question for you is, can you escape our trick?"

"Please, enlighten me on the theatrics. Lights, music, those sexy helpers... how many trapdoor's are there? Audience? What venue are you looking at?"

As the elevator door opened, he was thrown headfirst into the wall. "You think you're fucking funny?"

Nathan slowly turned, the blood dripping onto his bare chest. "My mom once-"

"Cut the crap."

The butt of the gun whipped the side of his cheek, sliding hard across his face. Nathan let out a short laugh, welcoming the black descent. The elevator doors opened, the armored guy hoisting Nate across his back. The darkness slowly descended, his head spinning as he finally felt himself being tossed down... fabric was rough, no seats, the dull click and murmur of voices...was he in the trunk? His mind fought but his body won. He slipped into unconsciousness as the dull vibrations of the car rocked him away.

Here's...the start of my uncharted fic. I have become super obsessed with the games after i played the fourth, now I can't get over the third one, BUT this is all before the first game/Eye of Indra. Like, just a few years. Because I dont have the chapters actually broken up, it's just kind of one long story, some chapters may seem really short. I think this one is the shortest. Anywho, here's my first take on uncharted, i hope some stick around to see it through with me.