CHAPTER I: KIDNAPPED

It was three in the morning and David was still tossing and turning. He went to bed around six thirty so why isn't it he can't sleep.

A sound came from the front door, but before David could get up a group of five men and four women ran into his bedroom, grabbed him and dragged him out of the apartment.

"Who in the fuck are you people?!" David yelled.

No answer.

"Answer me god damn-it!"

Still no answer. David tried to fight back, but as soon as he landed his first blow a syringe was inserted into his left butt cheek.

Then he was out.

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David woke up some time later. He opened his eyes to find himself in the back of a van. He wasn't bound or anything, he was just sitting lying there on a small but surprisingly comfortable mattress.

"Ah, I see you're awake."

David looked to his left to see one of the men who kidnapped him. The man, like the rest were all wearing black clothes and each one had a patch on the pocket of the shirt. The patch was a white square, and each of these people had a number embroidered below the white square. The number was different for each one. His was #573.

"Who in the hell are you people?" David asked.

"We are second vertice of the square."

At that answer David, again looked at the patch.

"Why don't you tell me what the hell that's supposed to mean?"

"As you wish... The United Nations has a small society called the square. It is made of four vertices, we are the second one and the most important. Our purpose is to study the births and deaths of everyone. But the U.S. government oversee us and they have become greedy and corrupt... So we left."
"But what does this have to do with me?"

"Every year or so a child with special capabilities is born. They are called keys, but they never live longer than eight years old."

"You're still not telling me what it has to do with me!"

"I will get to that if you would have some patience." David stopped. "Good. Just earlier this week we discovered a new key, a key that was actually born nineteen years ago, but we never noticed. That key is you David Coleman."

"But... I don't get it, you say keys live no longer than eight. If that's true, then how can I still be alive? An why are we called keys?"

"You are called a key because when you were born you created a warp in time and space."
"What?!"

"This warp was created when you were born and as you grow you get certain interests. Your mind forges a world based on these interests, and the warp has a portal to them. But only the one who created the warp has the ability to enter, that is why you are a key.

"The reason previous keys didn't live long is because they were not strong. The warp takes energy away from your body and the farther away from the warp you are, the more energy it takes. The other keys didn't last because they weren't strong enough to sustain enough energy for both their body and the warp. But you are, you are nineteen years old and yet you are still alive. You have the strength to sustain you and your warp."

"Ok, but why do you need me?" David asked.

"Because you must enter the portal and never return."
"What?! I can understand entering the portal, but never coming back home!" David yelled. "Why can't I come back?"
"Because, our world is at an end, and the living key should not die. If you die like that, it is an unnatural death. An unnatural death will cause the world you build to collapse and everything in it will die."

"What do you mean the world is at an end?"

"I mean the world is about to have a great war, and because of your age you will be drafted."

"Ok, but how is that a problem for me?" David asked, getting annoyed.

"Because, if you fight in the war your strength will weaken. If that happens, and it is very likely, you won't have enough strength to sustain both your body and your warp."

"Fine, I understand." David sighed. "Now, where exactly is this warp?"

"It is located at the exact spot you were born."

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All day long they drove all the way from Austin, Texas to Selma, Alabama. They finally got there the next morning.

"Where are we?" David asked as they pulled up in front of a large abandoned building.

"At the hospital you were born at." Said the lady in the passenger seat.

"How do all of you know all of this about me?"

"Didn't I tell you? We study the births and deaths of humans." Said the man who David first spoke with.

"Oh, right."

"Come on, lets get out of the van and find your warp."

David followed the man's instructions and left the van. The man walked to the boarded hospital doors and broke them down.

"This place gives me the creeps." One of the men said.

They all entered the hospital.

"What was that?" The lady who was in the passenger seat jumped.

"So what are your names?" David asked one of the men next to him.

"We, um. Well, we don't have names,"

"What? How can you not have names?"

"We don't have names, we have numbers."

So that's what the numbers on their shirts are. David thought.

He looked at the man's shirt pocket. "So you're #672?"

"Correct."

"Here is the room." Said the man he first spoke with.

David read his pocket and remembered. "Hey, um 573?"

"Yes?"

"What is that over there?" David asked, pointing into the room.

"Oh no!" 573 yelled. "It is unstable. You must enter it now, or it will form a black hole."

"How do I enter?"

"You must slowly walked towards it with your eyes closed and clear your mind. Then you may enter it."

"Alright." David gulped as he followed 573's instructions. He suddenly felt a wave of cold, and then he fainted.

TO BE CONTINUED

I know I have been writing a lot of stories and never finishing them. That's because I'm experimenting.

I now believe that this story will be the one to keep me going.

I haven't quit the other stories, I'm just really into this know.

Please review.