Author's Note: I'm back and ready for round two, or simply just chapter two. ANYWAYS, thank you, Thank You, THANK YOU so much for all your support. I know, I know, this is a new story, BUT (ha he just said butt) seeing 29 visitors even bother to read my story is mind blowing for me, so please show some more support and I'll keep on writing (plz gives me reviews...it's lonely out here :/ jk jk jk lol). So without further notice, let's get right into the story.

I feel like a bag of lead; my body is heavier than usual; a migraine erupted in my mind; and I want to vomit. I finally have the nerves to open my eyes, and I wish I never did. Just so you know, my biggest weakness is heights. It has terrified me since I nearly died once because of it (I'll never tell). Anyways, I realized that I'm laying down on a branch of a terrifyingly tall tree. A simple glance told me that one slip could result to my demise. I estimated that the tree is about 200 feet tall and I'm apparently at the near top of it.

"Thank you young me for never being fat," I muttered to myself, my eyes tightly closed. I opened my eyes, expecting to see my bedroom ceiling, and almost slipped of the thick branch. "Oh shit, please tell me this is all a dream!" I cried to myself, but nothing happened. Slowly, my breathing and heartbeat went back to normal and I realized that I, Jason Lin Smith, will come up with some way to get out of this mess. I have no idea why I'm here, but I had no choice, but to confront my worst nightmare. I opened my eyes again.

My heart started pounding like crazy, but I willed myself to continue scanning for and solutions. Finally, I noticed a tangle of vines near the branch I'm on, which thankfully, is holding my weight of about 75 kilograms. The next few minutes happened by so quickly I probably thought I imagined it a few years later. However, I launched myself of the branch (which is the most restarted decision I've ever made, and don't try this at home) and reached for the vines. I grabbed on tightly and began to slide down at a rate of about 10 feet per second; it probably rained the day before, so the vines are really moist. I cried out in pain as I tried to slow down by sliding my feet against the bark; the leaves aren't exactly friendly either.

Finally, I dropped to the ground with a dozen scratches, scrapes, and wounds bleeding on my hands and feet. I didn't wear any shoes and the socks quickly got soaked by the wet, marshy ground. The sight of the wounds made me whimper, which I rarely do. I finally decided to rip off strips of fabric off my not-so-white button shirt. After wrapping the strips around my hands and feet, I set out looking for any sign of help.

I'm dying. There's no doubt about it. My vision is slowly turning red, my body is starting to numb, and what was that greenish thing that I just saw. I glared at that specific area as if expecting it to magically appear.

"Oh great, I'm hallucinating!" I yelled at myself, but continued walking around the rainforest. Suddenly, I heard a sizzle behind me, so I turned around to see a guy about 15-years-old standing there. However, he looks different, and he is making a strange expression.

"Hello, who are yo-" I began to say but was cut off by a sudden sizzling sound coming from that guy. I wanted to say something, but he exploded and the explosion blasted me back to a tree. I hit the trunk hard, and lost conscious. Damn it, Jason, this is NOT the time to be sleeping. I thought to myself as consciousness fades away.

I am six again, and I remember perfectly this memory. I was standing in a transparent elevator while holding Mother's hand. We were suppose to meet up with Father at a restaurant to celebrate my birthday. I stared in awe at the view below me shrink to tiny figures. Suddenly, the elevator came to a halting stop, and I yelped out loud with fright. I heard engines slowing down, and creaking noises in the background. A few moments later, the intercom announced that there was an engine failure in the elevator shaft, so the passengers are advised to calm down while the problem is being fixed. I tightened my grip on my Mother's hand, but she smiled and reassured me that everything is going to be alright. However, I saw fear in her eyes. The fear became understandable to me, for the elevator started to drop at a rate of about 15 feet per second. Sparks flew everywhere, and the passengers, including me, screamed bloody murder. However, at the last second, the engines started up again and we barely managed to survive.

I jolted awake, just to find myself lying on a bed. The dream still burned vividly in my mind. I remembered being paralyzed for months after the incident, and when the paralysis wore off, I developed an extreme case of acrophobia. After getting over with the shock of my dream, I realized that I'm covered in cold sweat, and that my wrists and ankles are chained up. Oh shit, what have I got into now? I thought to myself just as the door of the room opened up. A figure steps in and stares at him.

"Good, you are awake just in time for the interrogation," the figure said calmly.

Author's Note: So yeah, if you haven't already noticed, I'd like to keep my chapters about 1k words in length. Of course, I've only written two chapters, so I'm really the one at fault. Anyways, we just hit over 100 views (silently pats self on the back). Sooooo, 11 days until Christmas huh? Obviously, if you don't celebrate Christmas you wouldn't know, but I'm thinking about writing about two chapters for Christmas as a gift for you viewers, so yea definitely look forward to that. Also, dis is a author's Note, so I don't care if I write like I'm texting; it's only the story that I'm super pro grammar. In conclusion, I'm tired as crap so good night. BYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

-That One Person Who Doesn't Have A Life