Chapter 1: The en...wait what the fuck!
I'm running, some might be curious to know why? Well, it's a long story, a story involving death, destruction, and chaos, or maybe just a little bit of the thing we humans call love.
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I hate the feeling of waking up, the feeling of physically being there but not at the same time. That's how my day started, waking up, good start, right? Well it only gets better from there, my name is Heather Geiger, I work for the largest law firm in New York, but yours truly is not a lawyer or even a secretary, I am but a lowly janitor. I get paid shit, I can barely sustain myself, sometimes I wish I could do it all over again, restart.
But, that is beside the point, I've just gotten off of work when the screech of tires is heard behind me, spinning around to come face to face with the bumper of a truck. My face flushes, I-I almost died just now, my legs give way, my heart racing, I feel the anxiety attack coming on.
SLAM!!
The truck door slams closed as the driver stumbles out, clearly drunk. My heart goes even faster, 'what if he's angry?', I silently question. the man falls forward catching himself on the hood of his car.
"whatcha' doin' in f-front of my car missy?", barely making his way through the sentence, he slowly leans forward to get a good look at my face in the dark, suddenly his eyes lit up.
I knew what was coming next, the taste of fear started creeping. The man started reaching for my arm, I knew no one would hear me if I screamed, the streets were desolate only me and the man.
I had only one option, to fight!
Everything seemed to slow down, the man's arm moving towards me. I immediately went for the balls with a quick snap of my leg, he, not expecting a fight, fell to the floor holding his genitals. I stood and turned to run away, but that's when I felt the sharp sting in my lower back, the pain was unbearable.
The feeling of a knife being pulled out of your spine is worse than going in. I felt like a cloud, a pain-filled cloud, my body wouldn't respond, I could occasionally catch glimpses of the inside of a vehicle, I can't think about whos though, too much pain.
Then it all went away, the pain, the feeling of being jostled now and then, and most importantly my sense of time was gone, it felt like years passed in a matter of seconds and then the next moment seconds passed as slowly as a century. But it didn't affect me, I just seemed to flow with time itself, obeying its every whim, with no complaints.
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"Wake up!", my body shot up from hearing a voice, something I've longed for, suddenly I could smell, feel, and hear again. the sensations overwhelmed me, causing my brain to stop working for a second. 'it was only a dream,' I thought with a smile, that quickly disappeared, 'where's my bed?' I thought with a small frown. I looked around finally noticing my surroundings, this wasn't my room.
Thoughts flashed in my head a million miles a minute, 'where am I?' I thought as I looked over the barren shack that I was in. That's when I noticed it, I was tiny, more than I was usually.
"Get your ass up this instance," yelled the banshee from before, I didn't have much more time to think about my situation as I felt something bad would happen if I didn't follow my possible kidnapper's commands. I felt the rising fear as I thought that word, 'kidnapper,' its power over me held, as when I tried to stand something in me just couldn't do it, and I collapsed. My body was unwilling to move for a moment, I tried again, this time more successful than the last. Being able to stand, at last, I walked towards the door, more like a hole, unsteadily, still feeling the fear in the back of my throat.
'Maybe I can get a quick hit on them and run away,' I thought with small amounts of hope. I ended up in a small medieval-looking kitchen, looking around I saw a big burly man with grey hairs and a beard to match, he was cooking at some kind of fire, he seemed to be wearing a large cloak that covered most of his features so I couldn't get a good look at him. observing the kitchen, I found a large pan, big enough to do damage but small enough to swing. I slowly tried to make my way over to the pan hoping to get a good hit in on my kidnapper before running away and finding help. My hand wrapped around the handle of the pan which was significantly more difficult to pick up than I thought resulting in me hoisting it up with two hands, the large man started humming as he cooked, making my job easier as I don't have to worry about making small noise now. Hopefully, he doesn't notice when I get closer. As I approached I slowly raised the pan above my head, preparing myself for the swing, muscles tensing-
"WHAT IN THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!" screamed the man, startled by how he noticed me without turning around, or even moving for that matter, I drop the pan behind me.
CLANG
I am fucked.
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jgeiger this is my first book, hopefully its decent, word count: 925