I've decided to write a book named "The Strangers". I'm not entirely sure how it will end yet, but I'm already sure it will be pretty good. I'm going to post a sneak-peek of the book, but will only post two chapters, so that nobody copies my work.
Do NOT copy this. Not only will the forums be upset, but it is also considered plajorism, and you can get a fine for it.
Anyways, sit back, relax, and enjoy.
It seemed like a regular friday. I was walking home from school. My mother doesn't allow me to take the bus. She feels that some bus drivers are untrustworthy, and may get me injured severely. I passed my friend John's house, and knew that I was about 3 blocks away from home. I spotted a white van coming towards my direction. The van stopped in front of me, and a figure of a man appeared in the window. Then, the window rolled down.
"Where are you going, kid?" he said, an attitude in his tone of speech.
"To a store", I lied. I didn't want to tell him the truth, as he could follow me home.
"I could drive you there" he replied.
"No thanks, it's good exercise"
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure. Thank you anyways." I waved good-bye, only to see the truck still on me.
"What do you want from me?" I yelled at the man in the truck.
"Look, get in the van."
"No thanks, I can walk home."
"Let me rephrase that: GET IN THE VAN." He announced loudly, but solidly to me.
I started to run from the van, but he slammed his foot on the pedal, sending the truck flying down the road at, at least, 50 mile per hour.
Then, my worst fear became reality: He took out a knife, and showed it to me.
CHAPTER 2
I tried to flee from him, but he grabbed me and dragged me into the van. My body shook, in fear.
"Where are you taking me?" I said.
"You'll see." He said, with a grin on his face.
I swallowed deeply. I was unfamiliar with the neighborhood he was driving in. Then, he parked his van in the driveway of a house.
There the house stood, dark red with a black roof. It looked like a small barn. It had a nice garden in it's front, and the driveway was clean, free of any water, mud, dirt, or any unpleasant materials.
He turned the key of the van, stopping it's engine.
"Follow me" he said, interrupting my view of the house. Not willing to cause any more trouble, I did.
We arrived at the doorstep of the house, and he rang the doorbell.
"One moment please!" a man inside the house yelled. I heard footsteps approach the door, and saw an eye in the glass hole in the door.
The man slowly opened the door. As I set my first foot through the door, I saw the man attach handcuffs to my hands.
"Please, just tell me what's going on!" I said.
"Shut up kid, the less you know, the better."
The took me up a flight of stairs, and opened a door. It was pitch dark in the room, and they turned on the lights.
Then, a very familiar face appeared. It was him. There in the room, stood a large, 6 foot man, with a leather suit and jeans on. His eyebrows had seemed to grow into an evil curve. His name was unusual, and seemed to fit his personality- Skull.
I wish I was fibbing, but his family actually had the guts to name him Skull. What do you think the nurses in the delivery room at the hospital where he was born thought when he was named?
Skull had a bad reputation at school. He vandalized almost everything he got his hands on, started fights with other kids, made fun of anyone who made even the slightest mistake. The teachers hated him. He was sent to detention more than 20 times a month, but he never came to any of them. Anytime the teachers disciplined him, he chuckled, and didn't give a damn.
"Good job, men. Here lies Hank, to death he was spanked.
Everyone except I laughed.
"Hey, back off. What did I ever do to you?!" I yelled at him.
He got close to my face and spit in it. "Nothing" he replied. "But you are just an annoying kid- well, not anymore. Now you are just an INJURED kid!"
He tried to stifle his laughter, but couldn't.
"Okay, release him" he said.
The two other men let go of my arms, and went to lock the door. That's when I whipped out my $150 dollar cellphone that I just got for christmas. I began to dial 911- but I only dialed "91" when he ripped the phone out of my hands.
"Damn you! That phone is like a piece of crap to you, I'm sure! Your parents are rich and could buy you anything in the world as long as YOU wanted it. You are a selfish little brat that doesn't deserve LIFE." I stated.
"You are correct, buddy. This phone is like a piece of crap to me. Thats why I'm going to destroy it."
He went to his personal bathroom, and filled up a bucket with water. He gave the two men a signal to tie me up- and they did.
He came back with the cellphone and the bucket.
"Alright kid, let's talk."
"No, let's NOT talk, you geek!"
"Okay, let's not talk."
He dropped my cellphone in the water. Even though I knew my parents would buy me a new one if it wasn't my fault, I still worried.This is only a raw part of the story and anything can be edited. Please rate x/10 and give constructive criticism. Thank you.
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