Troy
A boy sat up. That hurt. That really freaking hurts. He adjusted his black beanie with a gear on it. His medium-length brown hair was a surprisingly neat at the moment considering the rest of his body. There had to be something he was missing. His baggy clothes almost fell off when he attempted to stand. After brushing himself off he stood there.
It was time to think and evaluate the situation. His heart started racing. With slight pains he began walking. He was in a city, a factory one it seemed. Aimlessly he wandered, trying to find something. In his head he began thinking. I am Troy; I am seventeen years of age. I am a college freshman. This place is familiar but completely different. This was, Seattle? His normally somewhat tight black muscle shirt drooped down and he wondered about his appearance. This certainly doesn't seem too bad. Then it finally registered. He was in pain. Excruciating pain. No wonder I'm so calm, he thought. He almost began running out of frustration but merely continued walking. He had a goal. This is not truly Seattle. This was not the same world he came from. This much he knew. He did not know much else except that he was in a body approximately five years younger. As he wandered through the dark city his mind was racing some more.
Have I been drugged? Have I been transported? Before he knew it he was in the middle of the street somehow. A car was speeding towards him. His eyes widened. In an instant he rolled out of the way. A police officer came to chastise him for being in the road. The officer then looked at him with sad eyes. "Where are your parents?"
"I have no idea."
"Come on, let's find out." The Police officer held out her hand and shrugged. She wasn't corrupt. She was one of the good ones. With a slight reassurance Troy decided to trust her and took her hand.