Chapter 1: Retribution
Jack's body felt weak, and numb. He laid on the ground as noise burst through his ears and sounds surrounded him. All around. He heard familiar voices, droning in and out. He could hardly open his eyes and when he did, the light burned them severely. He'd rather just curl up and die. But he couldn't let it happen because he realized that where he had gotten would be in vain at the expense of his own life. He tried to lift himself up, but his weight was too much for his arms. He collapsed once again. When he opened his eyes again, he saw someone standing over him. It was hazy, so he couldn't make out the figure. "Can you walk?" the voice asked. When he tried to stand up he fell over once again, indicating he couldn't even move. The voice sighed, and then he found himself being lifted off the ground. Jack began moving at a slow, and then fast speed. He saw enough to realize he was now in a vehicle. Soon after, it had stopped, and he was being carried away again into a large ship. The doors opened, revealing more light to sting his eyes. He heard too many sounds to find out what was going on. Most of which were explosions. When he was finally settled down in what appeared to be a cot of which, he felt numb as the aircraft lift off and fired from the ground. The speed was extreme for his condition. He could see another figure sitting by him, but still couldn't make out who it was. Not knowing what had happened, he thought sleep would be the best option for someone in his condition, and knew if he stayed active, he would go worse. He had to have been full of something he wasn't used to. After that, he fainted.
Jack's body felt weak, and numb. He laid on the ground as noise burst through his ears and sounds surrounded him. All around. He heard familiar voices, droning in and out. He could hardly open his eyes and when he did, the light burned them severely. He'd rather just curl up and die. But he couldn't let it happen because he realized that where he had gotten would be in vain at the expense of his own life. He tried to lift himself up, but his weight was too much for his arms. He collapsed once again. When he opened his eyes again, he saw someone standing over him. It was hazy, so he couldn't make out the figure. "Can you walk?" the voice asked. When he tried to stand up he fell over once again, indicating he couldn't even move. The voice sighed, and then he found himself being lifted off the ground. Jack began moving at a slow, and then fast speed. He saw enough to realize he was now in a vehicle. Soon after, it had stopped, and he was being carried away again into a large ship. The doors opened, revealing more light to sting his eyes. He heard too many sounds to find out what was going on. Most of which were explosions. When he was finally settled down in what appeared to be a cot of which, he felt numb as the aircraft lift off and fired from the ground. The speed was extreme for his condition. He could see another figure sitting by him, but still couldn't make out who it was. Not knowing what had happened, he thought sleep would be the best option for someone in his condition, and knew if he stayed active, he would go worse. He had to have been full of something he wasn't used to. After that, he fainted.