A/N: I don't like putting up my disclaimers or warnings after the first chapter so all you guys will be getting are aurthor's notes. Okay, and I'm glad so many of you already love my story. Thanks! It means a lot coming from people who are most likely older than me. BTW there Will be some OCs from my actual Sanctuary stories. Expect Adrian (me) the werewolf/assassin/teenage guy, and Sophie, the avian girl/crime princess/teenage girl. Okay, read on! I promise you my OCs do not suck! Except Adrian, but I mean that in a totally different and dirty way. XD.
"Mommy! Mommy-y-y! Where are you?" an eight year old Randy screamed into the night. He was on a camping trip with his mom. A few minutes ago they heard noises outside and his mom checked to see what was going on. She walked outside with a flashlight and treaded into the unknown of the dark.
Randy peeked outside of the small camper. It was foggy and dark. The night air nipped at his young complexion and the light drizzling rain fell on his light brown hair. He could barely see 10 ft in front of him. The embers of the fire, where he ate s'mores earlier, barely gave off enough light to see a small circumference of the area.
Randy stepped out of his camper, his pajama pants and sweat shirt were immediately pelted with rain drops. He flickered on his flashlight, looking around for his mom. The beam of light cut through the dark like a knife, only allowing him a few more yards of sight.
"Mommy? Where are you?" He called out again. Out in the forest, not to far away, he heard an animal screech into the night, as if it was responding to his voice. But it wasn't an animal he'd ever heard of before.
Randy decided to follow the sound from where the call originated from. He stumbled though bushes and over fallen trees, hoping to find his mom. Randy was so young and so vulnerable in the forest. He needed the comfort of his mother.
"Mommy?" He called out again. He had traveled about 100ft away from his camper and he that was when he heard some kind of noise. It sounded like it was scratching the tree bark, or something gnawing on something…..or someone. His bare feet rustled along the moist earth bellow, progressing through the forest.
Eventually, Randy came to a clearing. In the center he saw the most horrific thing a child could ever witness, the mutilated body of their parent. Above his mother's corpse was a creature that would haunt his dreams forever. It had scales over its back that got skinnier and smalled towards it's belly, it was black all over, and what looked like claws on the end of long arms with blade like scales along the side, like a mutated lizard with pray-mantis. Its head was like an iguana's but with fangs and razor like teeth.
In its clutches was his mother's leg, her flesh torn to pieces. He could see her femur and tissue, as the creature devoured her flesh. Randy was completely mortified. Tears formed in his eyes, the drizzling rain falling down his cheeks. The image scarred his psyche forever. His mouth was agape. He dropped his flashlight and screamed.
The creature cocked its head at Randy and bared its teeth. It dropped his mother's leg and charged at him. Randy was too traumatized to react. The beast tackled Randy to the ground, pinning him with its claws. It bared its teeth again, drool falling onto his face, ferocity emanating from its existence. Randy screamed again, wide eyed, fear filled every nerve in his body. His high pitched voice was so loud; it would've been heard for miles.
The creature's saliva fell on his cheek, as if it were salivating over the soft tender premature meat that belonged to a child. It sniffed Randy, like a dog would sniff its food. It horrifically screeched into the sky, piercing Randy's ear drums, traumatizing him, just like he had heard before, only minutes ago. It threw its head back, ready to take a giant bite out of Randy's small body. Just as the creature went in for the kill, Randy squeezed his eyes shut tight and screamed one final time.
Out of nowhere, a gun was shot. Randy's eyes popped open to see what happened. The creature was just centimeters away from his face. He noticed there was a tranquilizer dart was lodged in the center of the creature's eye. It wailed in pain as if it the pain was delayed and it fell to its side. Randy was ready to pass out from the intense trauma, but someone had kneeled down beside him and said with the sweetest tone, "You're going to be alright. You're going to be alright." Before Randy passed out, he caught a glimpse at his savior. The man had blue eyes; a buzz cut haircut, dog tags around his thick neck and an adorable face. He reached out and fondled the dog tags just as the man picked him up in his big strong arms, and held him safely.
Just like the man who had hit him today.
Bellevue Hospital.
Same Night. 1:27 AM
That's where his nightmare ended. Randy jolted upright and caught his breathe. He rubbed his eyes open, while groggily yawning. That nightmare he just had was a nightmare he's been having occasionally since he was a little kid. Ever since his mother died, he's been all alone. His dad had abandoned him a long time ago and he wasn't expecting to see him any time soon. He shrugged off the thoughts and obsevered his surroundings. He was in a one bed hospital room. It smelled too sterile and it gave a morbid aura.
He still had his pants on but there was medical equipment attached to his exposed chest and arms. He ripped out the cords and shut down the heart monitor so it wouldn't go crazy. He groaned and got back up on his feet.
In his mind he thought, "Who brought me here? What happened?" Then the memories came back. He was chasing after a kid into an alley way, then some guy on a motorcycle almost hit him, and then a car did hit him. Then a vaguely familiar man stepped out of the car and kneeled next to him. Randy concluded that, that man had brought him here.
Randy groaned again. He spotted the pain killers on his bedside table and swallowed them dry. He fixed his glasses back on his head and grabbed his shirt off a nearby chair. He buttoned up his shirt, tied up his shoes, and exited the room. Outside sitting in a chair was Matt Striker. Matt immediately got up from his seat and went to Randy.
"Whoa, you okay man? I got a tip you were injured and sent here. They said someone found you out cold in the alleyway by the crime scene, and brought you here. I was worried. You were right about something else going on." Striker explained.
"Yeah yeah, I'll be alright. I'm gonna write a report about the crime scene tomorrow." Randy replied. He started walking away, but Matt interrupted.
"I'm afraid you can't use any of the info you gave me, Orton" Striker said. Randy stopped and span on the heel on his foot.
"What? I don't understand? Why?" Randy quickly asked.
"Because we think you may have stumbled upon something bigger and we want to keep it confidential." Striker explained.
Realization hit Randy in the head, "You're gonna take all the credit though!" Randy retorted.
"That I am, my good sir." Striker admitted. Randy took a step towards Striker and pointed his finger in his face.
"But I'm the one who did the investigating." Randy yelled. A nurse walked by and told them to be quiet. There were other patients on this floor that need there sleep.
Striker smirked, "Well too bad. You got kicked off. You shouldn't have been there in the first place."
Randy's temper grew, but he gave up, knowing he was beat and there was nothing he could do about it. He just grabbed his file work and stomped out of the hospital. It was raining outside. Water pelted Randy's almost shaven head, rolling off his scalp, and down his collar. He lifted the folder of papers over his head and shrugged his coat over his shoulders.
"You know he's right?" A voice said behind him. Randy turned around to see the man who ran him over. He was wearing dark wash jeans, a button down black dress shirt, and a long black leather trench coat that barely touched the ground. His dog tags glimmered in the street lights.
"Who are you?" Randy asked. His clothes were now drenched and were sticking to his bronze skin. The mysterious man smirked and reached for something in his coat. Randy jumped, ready for anything he might bring out.
The man slowly pulled out...a business card, and held it out. Randy relaxed and politely took the card into his grasp. He read the contexts aloud.
"Sanctuary for all." Randy stated. He didn't know what that was supposed to mean. "What?"
The mysterious man smiled and out reached his hand. "Hello, my name is, John Cena." His smile seemed to brighten up the gloomy night. Randy was stunned, was this guy asking him out? Randy returned the gesture, but his mind was racing for answers. Randy released John's hand; he was already missing his touch.
"Please stop by when you feel ready." John stated. He grinned and started walking away, "I'll be waiting." John waved goodbye and disappeared into the shadows.
Randy couldn't believe what just happened. He looked back down at the card and decided he was going. He needed to get some answers, and he needed them as soon as he could.
Later that night, Randy walked back into his house. He was exhausted both mentally and physically. It was 2:20 AM. He had been out all night, and he missed his bed. He trudged into his and his girlfriend's….or ex-girlfriend….room. When he opened the door, there she was, packing up her stuff in few suitcases.
"Where are you going?" Randy asked. He voice was scratchy and worn. He didn't want to put up with her today. Especially now. Randy collapsed on his bed and shut out the world.
"I'm not going anywhere, Randy," She slammed the suitcase on the ground, making Randy flinch. "You are." She wittily answered. Randy shot up from his bed.
"What?" Randy roared. He was shocked. He rubbed his eyes open and realized that their closet was only full of her clothes. He's never seen this side of Sam before. She must be serious.
"You heard me! Get out of my house!" Sam ordered, pointing at the door.
"But I just got here! Cant you just let me sleep for a while?" Randy begged. He really needed some sleep. Sam placed her hands on her hips.
"Too bad. I'm having an all girl's party celebrating YOU moving OUT." Sam laughed evilly. Randy was utterly shocked. How could she do this him, after all they had been through? And they have KID for Christ's sake.
"But what about Alana! What's gonna happen to her? I'm still her dad!" Randy spat. He jumped out of bed. He was fully awake now. Sam just smiled and crossed her arms. Randy couldn't stand this. Once Alana hears this, she'll be devastated.
"I just sent in the government papers in today for ownership." Sam explained wickedly. She started pushing Randy out of their house. Randy turned around for his say, but he was just hit in the face with his suitcase. "Bitch" he muttered.
He sighed and picked up his belongings…or what was left of them. He walked down his street and hailed a cab. He pulled out the business card. "Sanctuary for All." Randy muttered, "Let's just hope you have a bed to sleep in."
About 15 minutes later, Randy was appalled by where the address had led him. The "Sanctuary" really was a sanctuary! (A/N: look up the sanctuary on Google. I don't think I can describe it as well.)
The building was the size of a boarding school. It was surrounded by a 12 feet tall, iron fence with spikes on the top. It looked aged, but urban/modern. It had a comforting, safe feeling to its structural design. Like it had been through a lot and it would go through a lot more.
Randy walked through the gates and onto the front door steps. The main entrance paled at the sheer size of the complex. He rang the door bell and slammed the knocker on the door. Randy stood there for a few seconds until he heard the familiar sounds of footsteps walking behind the door.
John opened the door with a smile on his face. "Welcome to the Sanctuary."
A/N: Well I'll be re-uploading everything throughout this week! PLEASE HELP ME REACH MY GOAL OF 100 REVIEWS!