Chapter 1: Sneak Attack!!!
"Ah my aching head…!" Shane said regaining his consciousness.
"God, I'm going to take an Advil now…" he said, but then he blinked and saw something different about his surroundings.
"Wait… wasn't I inside the house?" He asked, he was looking straight up, there wasn't any roof. There was the blue sky. He sat up with a jolt.
"Ok... what's going on?" He asked again looking around once more. He was on top a plateau, across to the east laid a beautiful ocean and to the north was a large mountain range, but this defiantly wasn't California.
"Where am I? And how the devil did I…" Shane stopped and looked at the around the floor, several of his things that were with him earlier was spread around him. His iTouch, his earphones and also something he didn't want to see again: the piece of metal that cut his finger.
"Lousy piece of scrap!" Shane yelled picking it up again. What the hell did it do to me? Am I hallucinating, dreaming? He thought for a second and then he realized he wasn't wearing his usual attire. He was out fitted in a monk's robe, which to him didn't exactly feel very comfortable.
"Why am I wearing this stuff?" Shane said. Then he heard footsteps behind him, and then he felt a dagger pointed on his back.
"Give me that shard." the assailant said in a dark tone. Shane was sweating, his head turned to see a short man covered with rags, but the man had the weapon, so he had the advantage.
"Give me the shard." He asked once again. This time Shane responded. "What? This is a piece of junk. Why do you want it?"
"I said GIVE IT TO ME!!!" he yelled and the assassin pulled back his dagger for the attack.
Shane didn't wait for the second action, right that moment he was off the plateau and jumping down the cliff. "Christ! This place is high!" Shane hollered as he tried to get down the slippery hillside. He had almost reached the ground when he felt someone land on his back. The assassin had followed him.
"What the hell!?" Shane said regaining his balance, "I would have given you the damn shard asshole!" The assailant didn't bother listening, instead he already launched the attack and this time it landed.
Shane has been punched, kicked and tackle before, but never has he been stabbed, and it hurt, Very badly.
"AGHH!!!" he cried and fell over from the pain. "Son…" he started "…of a bitch!" Shane retaliated kicking the assassin in the stomach, knocking him backwards. Shane started to get up but right after he poised to run again, he staggered back down on the floor…
"The… hell? Was that thing… poisoned!?" Shane clutched his wound, a slowly began to lose consciousness once again. "Ahh… shit…" he mumbled. The assailant approached him slowly now with dagger still in hand. "Damn… it… all…!" Shane croaked. The assassin now stood right over him.
"Die now…" he said, but before he could land a finishing blow, someone or something interrupted him… Shane weakened by the poison was soon out cold.