Chapter 1

Preston Tilton awoke as his older brother threw his drapes apart. "Wake up Press!" His brother yelled. Preston, or Press as everyone called him, sat on his bed with sunlight shining in.

"I was gonna get up, but-"

"But that would've been in ten years." Brent finished for him. Brent and Press looked almost exactly alike. They both had brown hair and were tall. Press was sixteen and Brent was somewhere in his twenties. Press and Brent were very close but Brent was always off somewhere that Press didn't know of. His mother always said Brent lived in a different country but Press knew there was a deeper story.

"What do you want Brent?"

"We're going on a trip later, get dressed. Meet me downstairs at 5 o clock."

"Ok."

Press put on jeans and a t-shirt and went downstairs for breakfast. When he arrived in the kitchen his whole family was waiting for him.

"Well, it's about time you showed up. I don't like to eat frozen food." his dad said.

"Sorry Dad, hey Brent where are we going?"

"I'm not telling, it's a surprise."

"Fine. Mom, what day is it?"

"It's Saturday, dummy"

"Oh man, I forgot that I hade a project to do with Tom!"

"You and that Tom Dorney always have something to do together. It's a wonder you aren't brothers," his mom said

"Can I go?"

"No you're grounded." his dad replied

"But it's an important project!"

"Fine, but only because it's for school and I expect to see the finished project."

" Ok, bye Mom and Dad."

Press through down his napkin and bolted out the door. He ran into his backyard and pulled out his Schwinn bike. It was a breezy autumn day with the sun shining. Usually it's cold this time of year in Connecticut but the weather was forgiving today. Tom Dorney was Press' best friend since kindergarten. They did everything together, even school projects. This time ,though, there was no project. Press arrived at Tom's house and rang the doorbell. Tom answered the door.

"Hey I thought you were grounded." Tom Dorney was sixteen with blonde hair and a strong face. He looked like he should be in the military.

"I said that we had a school project."

"Works every time. Let's go round everyone up."

Tom and press called all of their friends and got a game of football going. Press loved football and he was a great wide reciever. At 3 o clock Press decided to go home so he could get some rest before he left with Brent. Press got home and took a two hour nap. His alarm woke him up and he remembered to meet Brent downstairs. But Brent wasn't there.

"Hey mom!" Press called

"Yeah hon?" came a voice from the kitchen.

"Where's Brent?"

"He's out front."

Press went out the front door and parked in front of the house was a '67 Mustang.A nice '67 Mustang.It was a convertible as well.In the driver's seat was Brent.

"Cmon Pressie boy!" he called. Press ran over and hopped in the passenger seat. Brent started the car and the zoomed down the street. The warm autumn air whipped at the boys' faces. Press was enjoying this experience but he didn't know where he was going.

"Hey Brent! Where are we going?" Press yelled

"I told you, on a trip!" He yelled back

"Where is it?"

"I thought you liked surprises?"

"I do but I'd like to know where we're going."

"You're no fun anymore, Press! But if you must know we're going into New York City."

"Cool, I can't wait!" Press started to relax and enjoy the ride. They drove for about an hour from their suburban home in Stony Brook, Connecticut. They entered New York City and Press immediately knew something was wrong. They weren't in a safe part of New York. They drove into the Bronx slowly and quietly. The came to a small subway station. Brent stopped the car and got out. Press stayed in the car. Brent motioned for him to come.

"Cmon your not gonna get killed" Brent teased. Press got out of the car and followed Brent down into the subway station. The subway station was practically abandoned, Press couldn't see how it wasn't closed down. He followed Brent to the center of the platform.

"Stop right there." Some guy in a black suit was standing in the middle of the platform with a huge pistol out. He looked like he belonged to the secret service. Brent and Press both put their hands in the air. Suddenly Brent smiled. "Who are you supposed to be?"

"I'm an FBI agent and your trespassing."

"Sure, Saint Dane but FBI agents don't walk around subway stations. Guess you need to learn a little more about this territory." The agent glared at Brent. Then he smiled. It scared Press. Then something horrible began to happen. The agent or Saint Dane as Brent called him began to change into water. The agent grew seven feet tall. His hair grew to shoulder length and gray. and he wore a black suit still. But the thing that made Press most scared was his eyes. They were ice blue and cold. Press couldn't find himself to even look at them. But when he transformed, one thing stayed. That was the gun. Brent quickly reached into his coat and pulled out a small pistol. He jumped over and pushed Press behind a bench. Saint Dane started to fire. Tiles shattered over the boys' head. Brent jumped down onto the tracks and pulled Press with him. Press followed Brent down the tracks until Brent stopped. He turned to Press.

"Do you trust me?"

"I don't know anymore but I'll press my luck and say yes"

"Good,cmon" Brent turned and pushed on the wall. It opened up to reveal a door. Inside the room was a tunnel. It was a tunnel made out of tan bricks that looked like it went on forever.

"What is this?" was all Press could say.

"Ready for that trip, Press?"