Contest [Issue 37] Continue the Story... Returns! [Chapter 4]

[Remaine 4,687]

Welcome to the fourth edition of continue the story! If you have not heard about this contest before, you can find all the previous chapters of the first edition in the newspaper archive. The final product is here:

http://en.tankiforum...howtopic=236842

The idea is for you, the readers, to write the entire story. Each issue will ask for a new chapter to be written, as a continuation to the winning chapter form the previous issue. The third chapter is written by @FaaiqBilal1.

 

Chapter 1 by @TriNitroToIuene:

 

INNER TRUTHS

PART ONE - AMNESIAC

 

I wake up in a desolate room with an intense feeling of drowsiness; not knowing where I am or how I got here.

 

As I open my eyes, a smell reminiscent of putrid socks greets my nostrils..... they don't like it. Fingers over my nose, I glance around the place where I am accommodated. Yellow, peeling wallpaper, the walls reduced to plaster and cement, and the ceiling is in the danger of collapsing any moment. I observe that the door is solid steel, and the doorway is stained with what looks suspiciously like blood. 

 

I shake the fatigue out of my eyes and quickly check my body for signs of damage. Nothing..... nothing except a long, winding, snake-like scar running along the length of my right arm. And, judging my the stinging feeling on my arm and the blistering red hue of the wound, it's still fresh.

 

How did I get it? I wonder what had attacked me so badly that I ended up here with a filthy big cut and the feeling that I have been drugged.

 

Come to think of it, how did I get here? I rack my brains, hoping for a suitable reply from the depths of my cerebrum. But, to no avail. I delve into the nooks of my mind, fervently hoping for a memory, anything that could give me a clue of how I could escape from this room, and most importantly, who put me in this.... prison?

 

Suddenly, a splitting migraine invades my head. I let out a groan of pain and collapse on the cot, overcome with a medley of visions, some so clear I could swear my eyes were deceiving me, and some so blurred I think it's happening underwater.

 

I can see a small boy...... gamboling towards me with his hands open; I can see this crystal clear. I can hear myself laughing, but it is all but an echo, For the laugh sounds hollow even from my perspective. I can hear a distant slam.... maybe the door opening? I am getting up and answering it, and talking to a visitor in a low tone, one which I can't make out. My vision blurs........... I can hear the boy laughing, but I turn away and pick up a long, grey, angular object and point it at the boy. He stops laughing abruptly and launches himself at me. Something scratches my arm, and I can see a deep cut. I see my finger move, a bang ensues out of the silence, my world becomes red, and the boy goes limp...... 

 

I wake up from my reverie, my head still throbbing. I clutch my head with my fingers. Who was that boy? Who was the person I talked to? What had I picked up? What was the bang!? But I have a sinister feeling that it was something to do with the scar on my arm and the blood on the doorway.

 

I get up with effort. I was going to set things right. I needed to ask some questions. I went to the door, surprisingly, only to find that it was not locked. I clicked it open, and stepped out into blinding sunshine, determined to know about my past.

 

 

Chapter 2 by @Raredust:

 

Inner Truths

Part 2 - Recollections

 

     Nobody... As the light from the scorching sun shines upon my body, I see what lies before me. It is all but an abandoned mass of land, with decaying structures. Disappointment swells inside my heart, but something else inside me is relieved. Perhaps this is because I don't want to needlessly waste my life because of innocent questions, when I may not be an innocent person.

 

     Questions... Too many questions to which I have no answers. Perhaps I have some sort of severe concussion? I open the steel door and walk back inside. I settle on the edge of the cot, and all is silent but the apparent screams of my body. I think and reason, proposing foolish conclusions that make no sense. I sigh, and allow myself to fall backward on the cot. I stare at the unappealing ceiling. Suddenly, I feel something as my hand moves over my pant leg. Once more, I brush my hand against my leg for the sake of reassurance. Something is in my pocket. Paper? A note?! I'm immediately filled with utter aspiration; I don't really know why. I sit up as my hand swiftly slips into my pocket. I twiddle my fingers, and slowly pull my hand out. Money. A lot of money.

 

     I inaudibly lecture myself. Of course! How could I be so blind? That boy gave me money for something. But what? I trust that I wouldn't sell drugs, and even more so that I wouldn't go to the extent of betrayal. But then, a man came to the door who looked somewhat similar to the boy. Perhaps his father? An uncle? But the real question is, why was I so upset? Why was the boy laughing at me? They must've tricked me. Wait... Am I even making sense right now? Ah!

 

     The gears of my brain continue to vigorously grind. One second, my past seems to be right in front of my face, and another second it seems to be miles away. The inconsistency of my brain throws mixed emotions at me. I just want answers. That's all.

 

     I catch a glimpse of something in the corner of the room; It's my gun. Without even moving, I recall the second part of my vision. Again, my brain goes to work.

 

     The boy lunged at me with a knife; my arm is the evidence. Then I tried to shoot him. But... did I fail? Why don't I remember hitting him? Why did the gunshot sound faint? The gun wasn't the biggest threat. There was something bigger. Yes...the grenade. That man launched a grenade.

 

I try to resolve additional events, but am interrupted by...metal?

 

"Ah, so you've finally awakened." A voice declares devilishly.

 

     My head darts toward the steel door to see the man with a knife. For some reason, I manage to partially excuse him, and realize a boy peering through the door. This boy looks slightly different than the other one. A third part to this conundrum?Though permeated with confusion, I try not to make my observation noticeable.

 

The man continues while shutting the door, "Please, remain seated. I still need more information from you... Let us talk, shall we?"

 

Chapter 3 @FaaiqBilal1:

 

 

 

Part 3: Questions, more questions.

 

I stared at his face, trying to recall whether or not I know him. Having no recollection of previous encounters, I deduced that we had not met each other before, but I was still not entirely convinced. He pulled a chair from outside the room and sat on it in front of me.

 

'Who are you?', I demanded.

 

'You'll find out', he replied without making eye contact. I felt as if the question had made him nervous. 'My turn, do you know who this is?', he continued with a picture of a small boy in his hand. A chill went down my spine, I recognized him, he was the boy from my memory. I nodded in answer to his question.

 

'Who was he?', I asked in a low voice, unaware of whether I killed him or not.

 

'Who was he? Who was he?! You don't even know who he was? You killed him! You are his murderer! His blood is on your hands, he was my son!' he yelled at me, now with tears flowing down his face. For a moment he looked helpless, perhaps he even gained my pity, and the next moment, his face defined anger. He wanted vengeance, for that I was sure; but to how far he would go to gain it? That was a new question in my collection of questions which immediately required to be answered for the sake of my life.

 

He pulled me up from my collar and dragged me across the room. I tried to resist, but that was of little to no avail. He was clearly much, much stronger than I was. From the room, he dragged me outside and took me to a small building not so far away. While he was dragging me, I looked around to gain any idea of where I was, apparently, we were a bit far off from civilization, so I buried any hopes of rescue.

 

'My turn', the man said in a heavy, dark voice as he produced a hammer from a nearby box and raised my hand against a sink. The room reeked of sewage and was lined by algae and tar from all sides. He brought the hammer down with great velocity and force, and just when I thought this was the end of my right hand, he missed it, and repeatedly hammered the whole sink until it was left in pieces. Powerlessly, he dropped the hammer. His eyes were full of tears, again, but this time he didn't look angry, but rather weak and helpless. He couldn't gather the strength to harm me, and neither did he know what to do. 

 

'Please get me back my son', he said while crying.

 

The winner will receive a 50,000 crystal reward, and the recognition of their extract being featured in the next issue.

Your entry will be judged on the following, in order of importance:

 

• It must be your own work, completely original.
• Content - it must be interesting, and something that has potential to continue on to be a great story.
• Quality of writing.

Furthermore, to emphasise quality over quantity, there is an informal word limit of 500 words. Slightly over is acceptable, but not too long please! Make every word count!

Deadline is 23rd August! Late entries may not be considered!

Other notable entries will receive a 10,000 consolation prize.

Good luck!

Edited July 29, 2017 by Hexed

[Daniel898 327]

Reserved.

[TriNitroToIuene 4,765]

I was flabbergasted. This man had lost his son, possibly to me. I should be the one bearing the brunt of the hammer. Not the sink's fault, I thought, pity in my eyes.

 

My thoughts were broken by the sound of a sob. I looked up and saw the man wiping his eyes on his sleeve.

 

I felt a spike of revulsion stab at me. How could I be a murderer, when I feel so much guilt just by looking at the kith and kin of a victim?. All the same, I felt hopeless about this man's predicament. He was asking me to do the impossible. Nothing can bring back the dead, I thought. I killed the man's son. He is dead. Nothing I can do.

 

But was he dead?

 

I look beseechingly at the man. "Please listen to me, your son is dead. There is nothing I can......."

 

"NO!" screamed the man. "My Pietro is alive, and I know it! You must help me!"

 

I again rack my brains, wondering if Pietro was dead or not. Was I merely hallucinating? Had Pietro's death been but a vision?

 

"Look, sir, it is useless to look for him. I'm sorry, I-"

 

"You did kill him, then?" asks the old man, his hand quivering towards the hammer.

 

"I'm not sure. Pietro may be alive, but-"

 

"Then help me find him!" wept the old man, clinging to my foot.

 

I felt a surge of guilt, seeing this helpless old man. I have already experienced, in the few hours I have been awake, the results of been separated from mankind. An separation from someone that you love.... unbearable. Above all, Pietro was innocent. There was no doubt about it. He simply couldn't have been in the wrong place at the wrong time.

 

"I'll help you get back your son, sir," I mumble, trying to inject some confidence into my voice.

 

***

 

"So, basically, Pietro was an errand-boy?" I ask, in the middle of an avid discussion about Pietro.

 

"Yes, sir. He used to carry messages, parcels, communications..... you know, whatever an errand boy does."

 

I paused in my tracks. A mere errand-boy does not carry communications between people. Nobody would trust such a person with something so important.

 

Then what was it, that caused Pietro to be dead, or otherwise, in a precarious situation?

 

"Tell me more about Pietro," I said to his father. "What was he doing at the time when......." I trail off, waiting for the man to get my drift.

 

"Well, three days ago, two men came to me asking for Pietro's services. They said they couldn't tell me what it was but they would pay me heavily for it. In fact, they gave me three thousand ingots for it!" the man's face lit up.

 

"You let your son go, just like that?" I said. No wonder Pietro's father thinks his son is dead.

 

We climbed a dune and looked over at the remains of what had once been a junkyard. A board dangled off its perch, and crows cawed everywhere.

 

"This is where they took Pietro," said the man.

 

My hair tingled. Something was not right here.

 

I climbed down tentatively to investigate. Perhaps they stashed Pietro somewhere?

 

As I looked, I heard a shrill whistling noise. Immediately, I was surrounded. Five men whom I didn't recognize stood, cracking their knuckles at me with an evil smile on their face. I whirled around, looking for a way out, but I saw none, just those five men.

 

"What do we do to him, boss?" asked a man.

 

I panicked, and looked around for Pietro's father to warn him, but when I heard the words "bind and gag him, and take him to our hideout," I stumbled and fell. I reeled back in shock and looked with blank eyes at the spot from which the voice had come, because I could not believe it.

 

The 'boss', the man who spoke, was the very same man who had cried to me, asking for his son. It was Pietro's father.

 

And more than that, I could not believe I had been so gullible. How many million times has one been told in his childhood never to make acquaintances with strangers?

 

The final, crushing thought I had, before someone conked me out, was one that I would wish to forget for the rest of my life :

 

I have been set up.

Edited August 2, 2015 by TriNitroToIuene

[rothro3 50]

Good luck to everyone!

Edited August 10, 2015 by rothro3

[1stsuperwhitedragon 408]

Inner Truths

Part 4: the end

 

I couldn't believe it:

 

:excl: under construction: keep calm and I'll finish this :excl:

Edited August 1, 2015 by 1stsuperwhitedragon

[Sleek 43]

Why do people reserve spots...?

[Raakin_Tanker 3]

i will think and write 

[Raakin_Tanker 3]

omg 23rd august is my sister birthday 

it means i must win this compition

[Raakin_Tanker 3]

hum 

i hope i can win the contest
beacuse this is my first contest

Edited August 1, 2015 by Raakin_Tanker

[Raakin_Tanker 3]

Inner turth:Chapter 4

 

I was astound  that man lost his son beacuse of me.I was humiliated that i impact the boy with the hammer submerged. And the boys father told me that it was my responsibility  that i murdered that boy.

 

And when i was going down stairs i heard a sound of whimper and i saw the man was having cloth and watching the cloth. I thought it was so uncanny.

 

I get out of that house and thinking how can i murdered someone .And i never murdered anyone in my life even.Also i was frightened that what will happene to me whetever i can go to prison.I felt so culpable beacuse it was my faul that i murdered a little boy. I thought it was not me i forget that i murdered someone. I will know if i did something with someone. The case is mystery i think something is going strange. But what is strange

How can i bring the boy back i always think about that i know that i cannot bring the boy back ''confused. But the boys father came to my home even.

 

The boys father screamed at me and say beacuse of you beacuse of you i lost my son and you kill my son .And the man told he will call the cops and tell the cops that you kill my son and you will go to prison.

 

I told wait i say that some one knows about that boy  his best friend . they went to his best friends house.

 

His friend told he is an shop empoloyer. the boy was a inocent boy that i kill.  I was still in a shocked and i am still guilt  i remeber that last time when i wake i was in a werid place and i saw a boy laught  and give the money to me i still have that money with me. 

 

I told the boys father that this is a money that a mysttery boy give me but i dont know who was he and i even told this a man was also was there. When i say that the boys father makes werid face and go. And i knew the boys father know something about that boy or i thought that the boys father can kill his son.Or the boys father is hideing something to me

 

I knew i gottach find about this mystery.

437 words i think my this story is not nice i will do better next time

Edited August 1, 2015 by Raakin_Tanker

[r_priyangshu0 270]

UNDER CONSTRUCTION

 

 

 

I was flabbergasted. This man had lost his son, possibly to me. I should be the one bearing the brunt of the hammer. Not the sink's fault, I thought, pity in my eyes.

 

My thoughts were broken by the sound of a sob. I looked up and saw the man wiping his eyes on his sleeve.

 

I felt a spike of revulsion stab at me. How could I be a murderer, when I feel so much guilt just by looking at the kith and kin of a victim?. All the same, I felt hopeless about this man's predicament. He was asking me to do the impossible. Nothing can bring back the dead, I thought. I killed the man's son. He is dead. Nothing I can do.

 

But was he dead?

 

I look beseechingly at the man. "Please listen to me, your son is dead. There is nothing I can......."

 

"NO!" screamed the man. "My Pietro is alive, and I know it! You must help me!"

 

I again rack my brains, wondering if Pietro was dead or not. Was I merely hallucinating? Had Pietro's death been but a vision?

 

"Look, sir, it is useless to look for him. I'm sorry, I-"

 

"You did kill him, then?" asks the old man, his hand quivering towards the hammer.

 

"I'm not sure. Pietro may be alive, but-"

 

"Then help me find him!" wept the old man, clinging to my foot.

 

I felt a surge of guilt, seeing this helpless old man. I have already experienced, in the few hours I have been awake, the results of been separated from mankind. An separation from someone that you love.... unbearable. Above all, Pietro was innocent. There was no doubt about it. He simply couldn't have been in the wrong place at the wrong time.

 

"I'll help you get back your son, sir," I mumble, trying to inject some confidence into my voice.

 

***

 

"So, basically, Pietro was an errand-boy?" I ask, in the middle of an avid discussion about Pietro.

 

 

I wanted to tell you that ermm... the boy in the story by Faaiq isn't named Pietro.

 

There hasn't been any introduction to him.

Edited August 1, 2015 by r_priyangshu0

[LOLKILLERTOTHEDEATH 1,921]

Chapter 4 by LOLKILLERTOTHEDEATH

 

It was like I had been hit by a thunderbolt, tears came to my eyes, how could I have killed him?. But then I realized, it is imperative that if his son is alive, I save him before the possible kidnappers put him out of his misery. "Well sir, hold your horses, I shall help you, but first can you free me?" I barely managed to ask. The man did as he said , and I , being a true gentleman, kept my word. A couple of days later, we took shelter and used an abandonned military base as our headquater, and then after a day's hardwork, just when we were about to sleep, we heard footsteps."Wake up! Wake up!" I hissed at my friend as the cover of darkness began to approach, I picked up my riffle and a second after that, a grenade blew up beside me, showing me a sign saying "shadow warriors" and they had a prisoner, it was the man' son, we were in the heart of the their base.

 

Once I finnaly managed to get a hold of myself, I realized that I could free the man's son and free myself from his debt, as a rush of adrenelaine went through my blood, I leaped out and open-fired on one of the men, who fell back from the impact force, after finnaly noticing that I was extremely outnumbered, I decided that I needed to get that dumb man to wake up and then escape from hell. I finnaly woke him up, after what felt like hours and ran around their base in paranoia, I saw a secret door, with the clinging annd the clanging of bullets and the pounding of grenades against walls, I oppened it and jumped with the other man, down an abyss.

Edited August 2, 2015 by LOLKILLERTOTHEDEATH

[Raakin_Tanker 3]

i know trio nitro toleune  will be once again win

[TriNitroToIuene 4,765]

I wanted to tell you that ermm... the boy in the story by Faaiq isn't named Pietro.

 

There hasn't been any introduction to him.

Why can't the boy be named Pietro?

If there wasn't any introduction to him... well.... I'll introduce him now!

[Penguin40 1,714]

Inner Truths Chapter 4: Revelation

 

"I will help you. He is not dead. What I shot is merely a vision," I reluctantly speak. And quite suddenly, another voice spoke. A childlike voice, "Who is this stranger you are talking to, father?" The voice forced our eyes towards the voice's source, which left us surprised. It was the man's son. "Alexei, this is none but your uncle. Do not call him a stranger, please?" The man kindly told the son the truth, a truth that left me shocked.

 

How can I be his uncle?

 

"Are you sure? Are you saying that to comfort Alexei or am I really your brother?" The reply from the man was an affirmative.

 

I am his uncle. And the man's brother.

 

I happily hug Alexei, not knowing what would happen next. A man came in, someone who I knew as my brother. Seeing a gun in his hand wasn't a pleasant sight. He suddenly prepared the gun for the worst. He put his finger on the trigger, targeting it at the man. Realizing the situation, Alexei came ahead of the gun, just as it let out a sound and a shot. The boy was shot dead. "No! Why did you do that?" Alexei's father said. Tears rolled down our cheeks, following a sinister laugh by the other man. Alexei was dead.

 

Dead.

 

Police was alerted, and they arrested my brother for killing Alexei. But it was not enough to calm us. Nothing was enough.

 

Nothing.

Edited August 3, 2015 by Penguin40

[manish17 1,085]

Reserved

[Raakin_Tanker 3]

if i got 50000crytals its a shock for me but i know i will not be the winner cuz my story is not intersting

i join this contest for one thing 

if i win 50000crytals it means i will but freezerm2 and huntterm1 kit

i know i will never win i dont turst

i know once again the winner will be [memeber=TriNitro Toluene]

Edited August 3, 2015 by Raakin_Tanker

[TriNitroToIuene 4,765]

if i got 50000crytals its a shock for me but i know i will not be the winner cuz my story is not intersting

i join this contest for one thing 

if i win 50000crytals it means i will but freezerm2 and huntterm1 kit

i know i will never win i dont turst

i know once again the winner will be [memeber=TriNitro Toluene]

Meh, you never know, someone else could write better than me.

And look at your rank, you can't even get freeze m1 kit at Master Sergeant... :P

[Link_1119 183]

not my stuff gl to all the others

[BlueDragon_tamki 3,204]

:excl: under construction: keep calm and I'll finish this :excl:

:lol:

[Cyrus92 3]

Part IV - Stranger Memories

 

So the man has no will to harm, even with the power to. But I know little to nothing, I do not know if I have killed others. Even if this man cannot take revenge, another may wish it of me.

 

I fell light-headed, but I do not know why. I stare at the sink, that bears no resemblance to it's original form, now a hunk of silvery-grey metal. Anything it was is now gone.

 

Like the boy.

 

Like me.

 

I try to follow the link to memory, why I was like the sink and the boy whom was now dead because of me. What I find is vague and blurry, more than the first.

 

I sit on a step, talking with a man. My father? He is wearing blue and black, and has something on his shoulder that is too blurry to see. Then a phrase rings out in my mind, loud and clear. 

 

"​Remember who you are."

 

I stand on a field. A man who I cannot see well lifts a gun to my father's head. Blood sprays.

 

I sit on a bench with several other men. We wear green uniforms, all the same. I can see something that looks like a rank symbol, and above it an emblem that is perfectly clear. The letter Ω, inside of a circle.

 

Another memory. I stand in a dark room, with monitors all around. But no, I don't stand... I am above all of the commotion and voices I cannot make out. A balcony? A catwalk? I look down upon the people who walk below. Then I look down further. I am holding something. There is a display on it, but I cannot read it. I throw it, down, and run. I go through a dark metal doorway to run into a woman. I lift something, and hear a muffled bang, and blood sprays. The woman drops, and I shoot two other men who looked to be guarding her, then I run.

 

I stand with another person, looking over a planet at war from space. As I watch, an explosion rocks the ship, even though it is nowhere near it. I see Australia. Then I don't.

Edited August 3, 2015 by Cyrus92

[replitaz_2 1]

"I-I..." I stammered not knowing at all what to say. After all, I did kill his son, or so he tells me. "I am sorry about your son," it was pitiful, but it was a start. He lifted his head and I could see his face, wet with tears. There was one blue vein, popping out of his forhead. He was mad, that obviously was not the right thing to say.

 

"Your sorry? YOUR SORRY?", he yelled at me. His vein grew bigger. He raised the hammer again, and all I did was close my eyes and stuck out my hand. I first heard the sound of my bones being crushed with the pure strength of the man. It was like when I was a little kid, my mom poured the milk onto my Rice Crispies.

 

"I hear them mom, they are talking to me!"

"Yes," she always said kindly, "can you tell me what they are saying?"

 

And then i felt it. Pain exploded up my arms with so much force that I threw myself against the wall, and passing out.

 

I woke up dripping with sweat and my arm still throbbing with the pain. A white sheet covered me and above me was a spider web of tubes, cords and other medical devices. At least he has the heart to put me into a hospital I thought. Suddenly the door burst open, I didn't even have to look to know it was the man.

 

"I will tell you what happened," he started with an erie calmness to his voice. "And you probably wont remember any of it, because the grenade I threw at you launched you into the ceiling, head first. I am very surprised you didn't die instantly, you were lucky" I was really starting to get confused now. "But before I tell you, first tell me what you remember"

 

"I saw a boy, the one you showed me, and then I remember picking up something as the boy lunged at me. I must have shot him, but not before he scratched me with something. Anyway, that was after I answered the door, and you were there. After I killed the boy, you threw a grenade at me, and then I was out."

 

"Wow I am surprised, the syrum we gave you really works! Look at your hand!" I looked down and to my surprise, I saw that besides the redness and puffyness of the fingers, my hand was intact!

 

"What syrum?" I asked again

 

"I am a defencive designer for the army" he proudly stated, "infact, the head designer. I desiged a syrum that allowes  a living being to heal extremely quicly. We weren't sure you would make it through this because before I tried to destroy your hand, I could see the cut on your arm beginning to bleed again. That is a sign of the syrum wearing off." He continued, "And if you are wondering why the scar didnt heal on your arm, it is because it doesnt heal fleash wounds. Only deep wounds, which will help soldiers be able to keep fighting, even if they take a blullet in one of the vital spots." It suddenly became clear in my head. I was an experiment. They tried to wipe my memory so I wouldnt remember my past! But the syrum worked so well that it was becomming clear. I remember arms reaching out to me, that had to be my mother's. Then the police took her away. I was then moved to an orphanage where I grew up.

 

"But then who was that boy?" I asked

 

"He wasnt actually my son," he put his head down, "he was another child from the orphanage"

 

What was this world comming to?

 

***

Edited August 4, 2015 by replitaz_2

[b_jazzy 630]

which story we have to complete???????/

[Penguin40 1,714]

which story we have to complete???????/

Read the previous three chapters to understand. 

[deadmanrising 715]

Inner truths

 

Part 4: The final ride

 

Why is it now my responsibility to rescue his son? Now I know what you’re thinking... “He has no remorse!” “He doesn't care if his son gets killed, he just doesn't care!” I do care about the lives of others to all you mongrels out there, I really do. I just don’t know why I'm still being caught in the middle of such outrage!

 

As fear and dismay continue to flow down through the expressions of my face the man gives me some reassurance.

“Look, there is some gear in that table” The man pointed towards a small yellow cabinet, “You are the only one who can stop them!

Ok, But how could I possibly stop them? These criminals are dangerous, ruthless and well beyond cruel; yeah, thank goodness this is no longer a bad dream, its HELL!

 

“Is there any way I could get to him?”

 

By the time I turned around he had vanished, not a trace of him, never even gave me his name... Brilliant!

I take a good look at the yellow cabinet. Inside it were the following: An AK47 rifle, some grenades, another 9mm Pistol (Oh God another one), some bullet proof gear, a rusty old phone (though it still works), some shoes and a mysterious map. As I unfold the map I also find a poster, on it read “Fiesta de cumpleaños para su hijo Amado Chávez en el hotel más rico!”

 

I know for a fact I don’t speak Spanish, but luckily for me I did memorize some key words back at my high school. My instincts kept on telling me “Amado means son! Amado means son!” This could only possibly mean one thing, his sons name was Chavez. I also knew the hotel; I remember going there on holiday! What a coincidence!

 

I put on my bullet proof gear, equipped my pockets with my pistols and began to follow the map which leads to the hotel, let’s do it.

 

I reach the hotel in a nick of time; to my astonishment it was abandoned and run down. It all still felt like a fantasy, is this actually real?

 

I continue to walk through the creepy dark corridor, with both my pistols in hand; I knew what I was to do next would depend on my survival. All of a sudden many guys came running out of room after room and started shooting at me. I quickly duck under a table and returned fire, running for cover, looking for any way to survive, boom boom boom! They were dead... Wow I actually survived.

 

I found a room, it was rather dark, I heard some screams “Help me please!”

 

It was him, good lord, this was finally over!

 

As I try to free him, all of a sudden everything disappears, I felt as if I had just died...

 

I Woke up in the middle of a rather familiar place

 

Where am I?

 

You’re on a plane back to New York, you did well buddy...

 

“It certainly was a rough ride wasn't it?”

 

Yes, Yes it was, hopefully it will be my last...