= = Be Jake English

You are currently reaching for your discarded gun that is just a couple inches away from you. Your finger tips brush against it, but the lad on top of you pins your free wrist to the ground and you are unable to completely grasp your gun.

You groan in frustration and fail about underneath his weight uselessly. His orange eyes that seem to glow underneath those pointy anime shades watches you in bemusement as you struggle hopelessly underneath him.

You gulp and turn your head away form that ever so stoic expression and those damned eyes that you swear look into your very soul. As he reaches for your discarded gun, you find yourself wondering how in gods name did it ever come to the point, were you would be shot by a stranger and with your own gun at that!

= =Flash Back to earlier that day= =

The chirping of birds are like music to you as you venture through the forest, humming a random tone as you go about your way. Your going nowhere in particular, but just adventuring on your island, guns out and ready for any kind of threat that dares cross Jake English's path. You jump over the fallen trees, dead roots and anything else that stands in your path.

You are just simply beaming with glee, why you might ask, well it's because adventuring is one of your most favorite things to do. You used to adventure with your grandma when you were younger. It was one of your favorite things to do together, she would even take you with her when she went exploring beyond the island on that big ship she owned. Even though she wasn't in her prime years anymore she was still one hell of an adventurer and she was also really good with refiles.

You have gotten all you needed to know about guns from your dear old grandma, she had first taught you how to use a gun when you were 5. Your favorite type of gun is your pistols, from which she had passed down to you from her grandfather. Grandma had taught you many important things, like to never leave the house without your trusty pistols and to always have at least 4 computers on you at all times.

Your grandma was a well known electronic developer and inventor, Harley industries was and still is a well known electronic based company around the world. Grandma's products range from wearable iron computers to computer helmets and computerized clothing. You have lived on this island all of your life. The reason why she deiced to raise you on this desolated island in the middle of the Pacific ocean was so wouldn't be corrupted or influenced by any way by the media or anything else. She wanted you to grow up to be nothing but yourself and your own person, and you wouldn't want to be anyone except yourself.

Even though your grandma passed away when you were 8, you still carry on with her memory by doing what she would've wanted you to do, what you enjoy doing and being nobody but yourself. You of course enjoy adventuring and when your not adventuring you are rather fond of watching every kind of movie in existence or at least the ones you know about.

You are fond of girls painted blue and spider girls, your favorite type of movies are fisticuffs and adventuring ones. Another thing you enjoy doing is chatting with your lady chum Jane Crocker and your younger cousin John Egbert, you and John like discussing movies with each other.

Your foot catching a uprooted root and the feeling of free falling abruptly brings you out of your quickly wrap your forearms around your eyes and lower forehead as gravity brings you down and you start tumbling down the steep cliff.

Rocks and thorns cut you and stick to you as you tumble down the cliff, you are unable to see were you going because you have tightly shut your eyes before gravity had betrayed you. You feel your self falling again and you prepare for the end, but it doesn't come. Instead you dive through what seems like a pile of brush, leaves and sticks

You wince when you land abruptly on your side on the cold stone ground. You remove your arms from your face, you are meet with mainly darkness with the only light, being the sun, coming from the opening you had made when you had fallen through that brush.

You look down squinting your eyes trying to see if you have any serious damage other then the pain in your side and you scratched up legs and arms. One particular cut on your knee is pretty deep as it seems, as to you feel wetness trickle down from your knee down your leg and onto the ground.

Your whole body is aching from the previous fall and landing, your legs especially sting, it feels as if someone had just poured lemon juice into your fresh cuts. You slowly pick your self up from the ground, now you are finally standing up and able to see your surroundings better. From the corner of your eye you see a weird engraved symbol in the ground.

You look down and realize that you are on the edge of the weird marking, you don't have time to question what the symbol is or even what the purpose is before there is a blinding purple light slowly starting to edge it's way toward you. You barely have enough time to shield your eyes as the the pure light expands around your entire being.

Author note: This is my first fanfic, so i appreciate any criticism, comments and or reviews you have. And your opinions whether i should continue this or not. Thank you