"OPEN UP, LUCAS." Jason yelled through my door.
"Sorry man, what," I asked as I opened the door
"I got you the publisher you wanted."
"All right good, what's the name?" I asked
"Matthinson, Jane Matthinson."
"Ok, where is she," I said looking around outside.
"She's not here, she said she will be at her office later today."
"Ok, well...,"
"I guess I'll talk to you later."
"All right man, see-ya."
Turning around, I was seized and had a brown burlap sack shoved over my head. I was hit over the head with something very hard. I was taken to a van or a car, and the doors shut, that's when I lost consciousness.
I don't remember the car ride, or anything after getting hit over the head. But, I do remember waking up with the sack taken off my head, I was in what looked like an abandoned warehouse. I touched my nose. Blood. They had hit me hard enough to break my nose. I touched the rest of my face. I had a few small cuts above my eye and a lump on the back of my head. Probably from being thrown into the car.
"Hello, Lucas Jackson, good to see you." Said a voice from the shadows
"Wh-wh-who a-are you."
"Ah, alas, that is not important right now, you shall find out in due time."
THUD. I was hit over the head, and I watched the shadows as all the colors blended together and I slid once more into unconsciousness.