I have been writing a book and I'm really proud of it so far. Here's the prologue. Tell me how you Like it
Alarms were wailing as a figure rushed by the views of two guards, who had thick armor and assault weapons. All they could do to keep up with the figure was keep running. Bill, who was the figure, kept running through the winding passageways to avoid the gunfire that came from behind him.
Bill came across a room full of stacked crates, leaving only three narrow gaps to fit through. Bill came to a full stop and started thinking about which way to go. He heard the sound of footsteps coming from behind him. Bill made a split decision and ran through the middle passageway. Bill had to make so many turns to get through these crates.
As Bill rounded another corner, he looked up and noticed that the crates weren’t touching the ceiling anymore. Bill then decided to give his new equipment a shot. He thought of a spring that could get him on top of the crates and felt his body launched by the contraption onto the top of the crate. The spring made its way back to the source, his back. Bill noticed that it was still sore from where the mechanism was placed.
Bill waited until he stopped panting heavily. He listened and noticed that he didn’t hear any footsteps. Bill found it strange that they had stopped following him.
Bill quickly thought up a mirror that would detach and allow him to see his back. He felt the machine do the work rather quickly and Bill was holding a mirror in no time. This would be the first time he would see his back.
As Bill turned the mirror in the right angle, he noticed the effects. The skin around where the mechanism had been placed was a peach pink and was swelling only slightly. The skin around the mechanism made it look like the mechanism was part of his body. Then he saw the mechanism.
It was a square shape and completely black. He didn’t see where the mechanism opened to retrieve the machine world portal within. What had the scientists discovered? This was an abomination that a person should not bear. The science behind how the scientists created the machine world, much less, the portal, was more complex.
Bill didn’t have time to think about this though. He had to get the machine and himself out of the building. Bill then heard the sound of footsteps again. He looked down the ledge, all 12 feet, down to where he heard the sound. A dozen or more soldiers were running by. That’s when Bill got a crazy idea. He quickly thought it out and found himself in the same suit as the other soldiers.
Bill dropped down silently behind the last soldier, and then followed in step with the rest of the soldiers. Eventually, they came out of the room and into a hallway. At the far end of the hallway was an elevator. The soldiers then hurried into the elevator, fitting four with Bill and the rest headed up the stairs. The squad leader, as Bill assumed, pressed a button and it lit up with the number “100”. As Bill and the soldiers stood there breathing heavily, Bill noticed that the four that he was with had a patch on their arms. He then noticed the largest was his old leader.
When the elevator doors opened, the soldiers burst out aiming their guns at different targets, such as pipes, ledges, corners, and other areas. Bill stepped out and saw he was on the rooftop. The last nine soldiers came out. The leader noticed that there were 13 rather than 12. He noticed that Bill’s suit was different in one way, it didn’t have the patch.
Bill put his suit on and tried to escape. He dashed off in the opposite direction and wove around a few pipes and corners until he found another elevator, he thought it wise not to take it anywhere. He kept moving until he came to the edge of the building. Bill didn’t want to jump; he was afraid of heights, so he stopped and turned around and raised his hands in surrender. “Wait, wait, I surre-” he tried to say. Bill was too late; the soldiers were coming around the corner raising their weapons.
Bill started thinking of a teleporting machine and a cloning machine. In the midst of teleporting, Bill saw the clone he had left behind shot until it fell dead, screaming in agony.
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Once the soldiers finished the firing and they were sure Bill was dead, the leader spoke into his radio and called for someone. The soldiers started forming a perimeter around the dead body. They stood and watched for any signs of the strange and dangerous.
The smell of the body under the sun was starting to move along into the ventilation of the team’s helmets. They had suffered some losses in the chase, their old leader, pilot, and their scout. The soldiers would have to wait until new recruits signed up for the job. They knew that it would be a long process, so they didn’t expect any new assignments for a while.
The door to the elevator started to open with a ding as it reached the roof again. A person came out at around the age of 38. As the man came around the corner, the soldiers stood in attention and saluted. The man had a leather jacket zipped on with a patch that had the letters KO on them. The letters were surrounded in a shield with a sword going behind it. He was built tall and sort of slim. He had black hair and green eyes. This person just so happened to be the head of the organization the soldiers were in.
“At ease,” the boss said in his deep, powered voice. The soldiers stepped aside, revealing the body that lay on the ground. The boss walked up to it and crouched down next to it, the stench filling his nose.
“Couldn’t jump, could you?” the boss whispered to the body. Something caught his eye and, without moving his head, looked to see what it was. He saw a lone figure standing on the hill just past the ledge. He was looking up at the building, seemingly looking at the boss specifically. All the boss could do then was pop a quick grin and suddenly had an idea.
“Knight, are you okay?” asked the leader.
“Just fine,” Knight said as he stood. “The prototype was a success, only until he tried to run off. Men, I’ve sent for three people to join your team. I’ve looked at their records and they’re fit for the job. Let them have a taste of this organization. The last to get any sort of injury will come here as the first product.”
“Yes, sir,” replied the soldiers. They started heading back towards the elevator, leaving Knight on the roof, who pulled something out of his inner jacket pocket. Knight looked into a picture with a younger version of himself with his wife and two sons. This picture was nearly 8 years old and it was already getting worn. His sons today were 18 and 20. “I’ll be waiting for you Will.”