Story: One Day...
Chapter: One
The
alarm goes off. It's 7:00 A.M., a 16 year old boy, that goes by the
nickname of Shadow, lays in his bed. He wakes up and puts on a pair
of dark blue jeans with his belt and puts on a black T-shirt that
says, "who cares." He puts on a denim baseball cap and
turns it backwards. He walks into the kitchen and quickly downs two
pieces of toast without even sitting at the table. He grabs his
skateboard and rushes out the front door. He walks down the street
for a little bit, he sees something strange, a sort of pixilated
flash but it is gone within a second. He dismisses it and keeps
walking, thinking his mind is just messing with him. He gets three
blocks before some boys he knows stop him and ask him to get in their
car. He stands there a minute then refuses. He walks into an empty
parking lot and begins to skateboard, all that is in the parking lot
is an old disconnected payphone, a street lamp that hasn't been lit
for years and a big shell of an old abandoned grocery store. Suddenly
the pay phone starts to ring, he picks it up and hears a deep voice …
"Don't look now, Shadow, but you are being followed. Run as
fast as you can and get the hell out of there."
"Who
is this?" but the phone line has been disconnected.
He
starts skateboarding to his house as fast as he can, but "They"
are blocking his front door, and Their black car is in front of his
house. He skates faster down street after street. Their car is
following him. He ducks behind an alleyway.
"You there stop! We want to talk with you!" They yell.
He
throws his skateboard over a fence in the alleyway and hops over it.
Right as he gets to the end of the alleyway he sees Them approaching
the corner and ducks under a big arm that tries to grab him. He gets
back on his skateboard and keeps going.
He keeps going and going,
but no matter where he goes They follow him. Finally he is picked up
by a red car that does not belong to Them. He sees Morpheos sitting
next to him…
"You've stumbled upon something big here. You have two choices..."