Chapter 1: How'd we get here so fast?
When I awoke, the house had an eerie look to it. It seemed like I was in a cemetery. I couldn't make out anything besides the smell of smoke. I then remembered what happened.
I had fallen off the railing bar of the second floor balcony, my heart racing. The house was engulfed in flames, almost burning me alive on the way down.
I felt a pulse come from my forehead. My head had hurled towards a dining table, giving me a severe bruise.
I stood up, though my legs felt faintly numb. I winced as my right leg came up. Guess I hurt that, too.
As soon as I had my balance under control, I heard a clicking noise and cold metal against the back of my head. A gun.
Suddenly, my senses kicked in. I could see a scorched living room, picture frames hanging on the nail, clock hands melted, the moon shining upon me, and no electricity.
I surveyed the scene, and then realized I had a gun ready to be shot at my head. Oh, the irony.
I turned my head to see a man, age of 42, dark trench coat, and eyes like a snake. The gun was a .45 defender. Not the gun I'd prefer, but it did have a lot of firepower. The man seemed familiar, though the bump on my head had cost some knowledge of recent events.
All I knew was the man seemed familiar.
Now, you probably don't know what's going on. Well, considering my head injury is long gone, I know everything that happened before this. Let's go back to the beginning.
Don't worry; this part will make sense later on.
