A/N: Well, here's chapter one. I want to thank those of you who reviewed. It really helps a lot.

When Was This?

Chapter 1

In the darkness of his bedroom Jake Marks sat up abruptly in his bed. 'What was…a lion?' He was perplexed, to say the least. The dream he had just been having still fresh in his mind. It confused him. Why had he been dreaming about a lion and its lunch?

Trying to clear his head, he shook it vigorously only succeeding in having his eyes cross and his vision fall out of focus again. After he pondered on this for a few more minutes, Jake looked at his bedside alarm clock.

4:59 a.m.

Well, he thought, I should probably get up anyway, seeing as how my alarm is going to go off in a minute anyway. With that thought, he got up and slowly made his way towards the dimly lit restroom.

One step at a time, slowly, carefully, Jake walked forward. He was about in the restroom when there was a sharp pain on the bottom of his right foot. He raised one eyebrow up and lowered one down into a look of confusion.

Jake raised his foot and turned it over to look over his foot. There, embedded into the skin was a… was that a blue… yes it was. A blue thumbtack was the cause of the slight pain. What it had been doing on the floor in the first place was a mystery to him. Jake continued to walk into the restroom and proceeded to undress himself in order to take a shower when realization hit him.

"OWWWWWW!"

The once stoic silence that had occupied the house the previous second was shattered as Jake jumped up and down while grasping his foot in pain.

"OWOWOWOOWOWOW! SON OF A….WHO THE…OWWWWWW!"

He sat down on the toilet seat to steady himself trying to calm down and silence himself at the same time. Finally, after a couple of minutes, he managed to pluck the evil device out of his foot. As the metal point exited him, the expected blood flow followed.

Reaching under the sink and opening the cabinet Jake extracted the blue and white first- aid kit. He opened the kit and pulled out a band-aid to put over the wound. Discarding the three pieces of paper that covered said band-aid, Jake placed it on his foot.

Seeing the blood flow slowing, Jake decided to get into the shower and continue his morning routine.

As he stepped out of the shower, Jake caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. He paused to examine himself. He had reddish-brown hair that was clean cut and short. His eyes were an ice blue that could force anyone to stand down. He was 5'7", with a suitably muscled frame. He wore a long-sleeved blue shirt with a white t-shirt over it and black cargo pants over his lightly tanned skin. His shoes were black and white… nothing special.

He quietly made his way down stairs so as not to wake his mother or father. Going into the kitchen, he flipped the light switch, grabbed the remote and flipped on the TV. Oddly enough it was on the news.

"And our top story today, famous writer S.E. Hinton was found dead in her home, with what appeared to authorities to be knife wounds to her neck and abdomen. The assailant is still on the loose and the police currently have no identity to place with the murderer."

Jake had frozen at the mention of his godmother's name and was astonished. Why would someone want to kill his godmother? She was an author, one of his favorites, and she didn't exactly pose a threat to anyone… so… why?

A/N: Well there you go, how'd you like that? Well, like I said before, the story will come together in later chapters so in order to find out you have to read as I update, which will be everyday!