AN
First story I'm publishing ever, WOO. I'm aware that means it's likely to be utter crap, so please review if you have time so I can work on it. Bear in mind that I am very open to constructive criticism and I can take being shouted at. Not that you can shout over a computer. Well you could type in caps. So yeah, if you want to shout at me for being such a bad writer, just press the caps lock key and type away, I'll totally understand. ANYWAY, I'm rambling now so yeah... Please R&R, I have a few more story ideas and I'd like to know if it's worth continuing this one or just scrapping it and getting started with another. I would LOVE it if you followed this story, I plan on getting the next chapter up very soon, unless you all tell me I shouldn't, then I won't. And obviously the bits written in italics are thoughts. OH, also I don't have Beta or anything yet, so sorry if there are any mistakes I didn't catch. Ok I'm going to shut up now. Longest AN ever... Sorry... Bye... ^_^
CHAPTER ONE
Pain. Blinding pain, attacking me at every angle. Then a flash of light and I was thrown onto some concrete. I let the darkness wash over me.
I woke up after what must have been hours later. I got up with a groan and took in my surroundings. Always a bloody car park. I rubbed my neck and stretched. Nothing broken, good start. A quick check confirmed that my gun was tucked into my shorts behind my back and my knife was still strapped to my ankle.
A small shuffling noise came from behind a concrete pillar about 15 yards away. I whipped my head up. Silence. With one hand behind my back ready to grab my gun, I made my way over to the pillar. Drawing my gun, I turned round to face...nothing. I let out a breath I didn't know that I was holding. Your ears are probably still buzzing from bloody rift travel.
It didn't look like anyone was around. Sighing, I looked at my wrist strap. It claimed the date was March 19th 2007 and that my current location was Earth, Wales to be exact. The biggest threat here was probably a rogue Earth sheep. Next time I'm definitely looking before I set coordinates. The car park looked pretty much empty. I wandered over to the edge of the wall and looked out. It was late, the sky was almost black.
Borrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrring. As soon as my vortex manipulator recharges I am out of here. I almost regretted escaping from that crappy prison. They had no idea how to torture someone properly but god, even their exasperating ineptitude would be more amusing than this.
I tapped my fingers on the hard surface of the wall and blew my hair out of my face. Wincing at my burst lip, I resorted to scraping it back with my fingers instead. A bar a couple of streets away caught my eye. No harm having a few drinks while I wait then. I looked down at my clothes, which were in pretty good shape considering. Mmm, 21st century and their drinking laws. I can pass for 18 here right? I decide to give it a shot. I turn around with a sigh which turns into a small gasp.
"Ohhhh, that's not a sheep." A six foot, bald...thing... with a wrinkly face and sharp teeth that stuck out , was just standing there. Not talking, not making a sound. Just standing there, looking angry. I stared right back as its eyes skimmed along me, assessing me. It then tipped back its head slightly and let out a small howl. A small smile appeared on my lips.
Footsteps began thudding nearer and nearer to us. A woman with dark hair and a small man with even darker hair ran around the corner. I stiffened but didn't take my eyes off the thing in front of me, nor it. "JACK!" The woman's shout echoed off the hard cold walls. Baldy has a name? "Jack, 3rd floor. Get down here." I tilted my head in confusion, watching them out of the corner of my eye. Maybe not then. They slowed as they reached us. The woman, who was by now obviously Welsh, said calmly but loudly "Do not touch it. Back away very slowly. It's okay." I allowed my eyes to flick over to them for a second. Does she mean that I should get away from it? Ha. Well that's a change. I stayed exactly where I was.
A black SUV screeched around the corner and came to an abrupt stop. Two more men, I noted that they were both good looking but one of them was damn fine, and one other woman jumped out. The three of them and the Welsh woman raised their guns, seemingly aimed at Baldy. Again, what a change. "Wait." The first guy hissed. "The Weevil...why is it just standing there. It should be ripping her face off." Charming. But they all lowered their weapons, hesitantly. Apart from one of the guys from the SUV. That will be their leader then. I held back an eye roll.
The leader opened his mouth to say something but the first guy interrupted "Sh sh sh. Wait." Complete silence followed. He walked round slowly, quietly to get a better look at the 'Weevil' while at the same time glancing occasionally at me to see if I was ok. I stood fixed to the spot, still staring at the Weevil, daring it to break eye contact. Once the guy stopped moving, we stood like that as he tried to figure out what was going on with the weevil. All eyes were on Baldy. I grinned mischievously. This could be fun.
I let out low growl, shattering the silence. Their eyes flicked to me. The weevil let out a low, pitiful whine and stepped back. Pathetic. I looked up for the first time in long time. Every gun was now pointed at me. I chuckled darkly. Oh this is going to be very fun.