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Prologue One
He didn't know what was going on. He didn't know where his brothers were, or even if they were ok. He didn't know if they were looking for him, or even if they could. He didn't know where he was. He didn't know that he was to be shipped to a man. A man named Dunn.
The only reason he followed the cloaked man infront of him was simple. The atmosphere he was in made it so he could hardly breathe, let alone move, and the cloaked man seemingly offered to help. He wasn't even half-way down the alley and he was exhausted. The man he had followed disappeared, a pair of ghostly hands had grabbed his ankles and more phantasmal figures emerged around him.
Normally, he would have fought. Normally, he would have called out. Normally, his brothers would have come to his aid. Normally, none of this would have happened. But this was no normal day. This was his last day. His last day of freedom.
He took one last look around as his apparitional captors loaded him into the back of their truck. He saw no sign of his brothers. They weren't coming for him? He sighed and joined the assortment of enslaved aliens.
As he sat amongst these strange aliens, they chattered in whatever languages they spoke. He tuned them out and looked at his hands. His eyes swelled with tears of dread. His whole body began to shake.
His brothers hadn't come for him. He thought they forgot him. He noticed that the trailer in which he and the aliens were was sound proofed. So, even if his brothers came, he couldn't hear them calling to him.
He looked to the front of the, overcrowded, trailer to the small sliding window. The panel slowly slid open and the smiling, cyborg, face of one of his captors appeared. This was the one the rest of his captors had called Jammerhead. Jammerhead turned that insane smile to him, he glared back and looked down to his hands sullenly, defeatedly.
"Why so glum chum?!" Jammerhead mocked with an evil cackle. He didn't give one of his comical remarks. He didn't even look up. He just stared at his hands and fumbled his fingers and became more lonely, and sad, with each passing moment. He sighed as he made up his mind on whether or not his brothers were coming for him.
"Buck up green bean!" Jammerhead taunted, "You're going to a very prestigious, and rich, customer." He lifted his eyes, but not his head, so they met with Jammerhead's. "That's right shell back!" Jammerhead announced, "You're goin to a man named Darius Dunn."
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