Discalimer. The humor and person is mine. Other characters, no. Idea/plot, yes. Other plots no made by me, no.
A.N- Yes, well, yeah. This is my first dk/cc/kk or whatever, and I'm plannning on revising this once I'm done. Please enjoy.
Chapter One: A sense of Humor is really your greatest friend at times.
Who am I? What am I doing here? How did I even get into this situation? What's my real name? All will be explained in due time, but for now, the basics of my location.
I am currently trapped in a room on the fourteenth floor, not the top floor, the fourteenth flour mind you, of a random building. Stupid people trying to make it hard on me… Anyways, I m currently in a seemingly doorless room of which escape is highly unlikely. Why am I being held here? Well, apparently, I pissed off one too many people what with my…stunts. Honestly, if you can't handle a couple flaming mice running around, what can you handle?
Or it might have been when I killed one of the top operatives. Well…, not kill physically, just mentally. Seeing 'The Hitchhikers guide to the Galaxy' followed by loads of documentaries on squirrels really does do some damage to the brain. But oh well, it was worth it when he eventually ended up thinking he was a squirrel himself. And people say I'm not funny?
Anyways, I'm scheduled to be killed and or tortured soon, so I might actually want to consider getting out of here. Just maybe though.
Anyways, in case you were wandering about the basic facts of me, I'll tell you. I am 5 feet, 4 inches and some. I have blond hair, and I am fluent in English, Thai, Japanese, French and of course, Swahili. You know, people think that Swahili's hard because of the clicking, but it's actually one of the easiest languages to speak. I remember a song in Swahili. Un berretto un di maidio. Un berretto un di maidio. Lovely little hunting song. Family you ask? You'll find out later, or now, or you found out in the past, whichever you prefer!
Okay, I think I'm actually going to try to get out of here now. Opens up the door and calmly walks out of the room, triggering a siren. Men in black proceed to pop out of nowhere with stun guns.
Honestly, like I can't handle this! And one two three, and one two three, keep up the pace!
"Try and catch me if you can.
You can't catch me, I not sane!
For I'm much greater.
Because I'm just better!
You may be larger, but it's not of muscle!
Yeah everybody do the hustle!" The person taunted.
Does flips and turns to avoid the men and their gun. Makes a false run for stairs and the elevator.
Stupid people, they aren't supposed to catch on that quickly!
They have backed up the person to window on the fourteenth floor.
"Come on, don't do anything irrational now. Just finish working on your project and your brother will be just fine. Your project could save millions of lives of good people." One of them, a woman, said.
"Really, don't you mean saving a bastard and then auctioning it off for millions?"
"Just finish your project. You're so close to finishing it. Think of it as a game! It's you against the clock!"
"I'm sorry, but it's no longer fun. Bye everybody, I really must thank you for a superb upbringing! Really, I mean, what child wouldn't love my type of upbringing? Lounging by the computer, talk of murder in the air, it's really quite good for your stress level I hear!" The person said ironically before jumping out of the window.
A/N- That's all for now... You'll probably get what's going on by the third chapter or so depending on how I do...I'll try to update soon.
bye,Jackie G.
