Chapter 13
White Nothing
I woke up in a white, squared room. There were no windows, only a door, which was also white, and a white bench.
I went over and sat down. I leaned back and put my head against the wall. I breathed deeply in and out and then I sighed.
I snapped alert. My guns, my trench coat, everything was gone. Even my contacts. I was dressed in a white jumpsuit. I put my head in my hands.
"What the?" my hair was short, very short. I saw a hair fall to the ground. It was blacker than a black hole. What the hell happend to me?
I got up. I was so mad. I punched the wall as hard as I could. As I connected to the wall, my arm shot back wildly throwing me backwards. I sat up and rubbed my head.
"Ugh..." These walls were super rubbery. I had no knowing where I was or when I was. I knew not what time it was either. I sighed once again.
I stood up and walked over to the bench. I looked up.
"What the?" A desk and a chair, both white, appeared out of no where. I went over and sat in the chair. On the desk was a small stack of blank writing paper and a pen. I picked up the pen and began to think.
I nodded to myself and took the cap off the pen.
'Dear Diary,'
Chapter 14 More Questions than answers
I wrote about four or five pages when I decided to rest. I stood up and walked over to an open space. I began breathing calmly and charging my chi.
I concentrated and began doing different kinds of kata. After a few hours of that I became bored. I went back over to the table and sat down. I read a bit of my writing and sighed. I took the paper and crumpled it up. I tossed it to the side and began to think.
So many things had happend since the day I saved Eclessaties. I met and became good friends with Andrew. I killed him, that neo-Russian. I became strong in martial arts. I became strong in general. I fought so many battles. And who were those two stranges I met. Who was that ninja who I helped? And who was that man who tried to kill me?
I was looking around my room as I was thinking of what to write. I noticed that the paper I crumpled and threw was gone. I searched everywhere but in vain. I grinned. This room was interesting. The only problem was, I had to figure out how to get out of this place.
I picked up my pen again and began to write...
'Call me Dragon.'
I woke up in a white, squared room. There were no windows, only a door, which was also white, and a white bench.
I went over and sat down. I leaned back and put my head against the wall. I breathed deeply in and out and then I sighed.
I snapped alert. My guns, my trench coat, everything was gone. Even my contacts. I was dressed in a white jumpsuit. I put my head in my hands.
"What the?" my hair was short, very short. I saw a hair fall to the ground. It was blacker than a black hole. What the hell happend to me?
I got up. I was so mad. I punched the wall as hard as I could. As I connected to the wall, my arm shot back wildly throwing me backwards. I sat up and rubbed my head.
"Ugh..." These walls were super rubbery. I had no knowing where I was or when I was. I knew not what time it was either. I sighed once again.
I stood up and walked over to the bench. I looked up.
"What the?" A desk and a chair, both white, appeared out of no where. I went over and sat in the chair. On the desk was a small stack of blank writing paper and a pen. I picked up the pen and began to think.
I nodded to myself and took the cap off the pen.
'Dear Diary,'
Chapter 14 More Questions than answers
I wrote about four or five pages when I decided to rest. I stood up and walked over to an open space. I began breathing calmly and charging my chi.
I concentrated and began doing different kinds of kata. After a few hours of that I became bored. I went back over to the table and sat down. I read a bit of my writing and sighed. I took the paper and crumpled it up. I tossed it to the side and began to think.
So many things had happend since the day I saved Eclessaties. I met and became good friends with Andrew. I killed him, that neo-Russian. I became strong in martial arts. I became strong in general. I fought so many battles. And who were those two stranges I met. Who was that ninja who I helped? And who was that man who tried to kill me?
I was looking around my room as I was thinking of what to write. I noticed that the paper I crumpled and threw was gone. I searched everywhere but in vain. I grinned. This room was interesting. The only problem was, I had to figure out how to get out of this place.
I picked up my pen again and began to write...
'Call me Dragon.'