Here is the first post. I did a bit of bunying on the objecitves but it has to be easy so i hope you guys don't mind.
My parents are being harsh so this might be my only post tonight. Any way.
What defines a person. What make you what you are. That’s a question I always asked myself. Is it your memories, your experiences in life. Or is it something more. Something deep inside, something which calls you to follow the path. What happens to the person if their memories are taken. What then, will they still be the same person. Or someone completely different. Its not a question I ever thought of asking my self. Yet It turned out that in those few weeks in which I made my journey. That the answer its self was the worlds last hope.
Extract From Chapter 1 of The Journey
Melona City, Docklands.
It was completely silent in the docklands. Except for the sounds of children playing. They played in a small warehouse. They played a game of football, kicking the ball from side to side. Always missing the body in the middle of their pitch.
Stand Paul Clark
The body started to rise form the ground. The ball was still kicked past him. He looked around a surveyed his surroundings.
“Where am I?” He said out loud and then directed it towards the kids who ignored him.
The man flinched, looking confused. He then went into his pocket and pulled out a mobile phone. He checked his inbox to find one message.
Get to Ark tower. You have 60 minutes. Fail and face erasure. From the Reapers.
“Face erasure. What’s erasure? Ark tower. What’s Ark tower? The reapers. Who are they? Where am I?...........”
He stopped mid sentence. Completely silent. He then tapped his head with his finger. Once, then twice.
“Who am i?” He then freaked and ran towards the kids.
“Excuse me hello?........... DO you know how I got here. HELLO”
The kids just ignored him and carrying playing.
“DHAM IT” He turned around and burst out of the building into the sun light. He the looked at his surroundings. He was in and abandoned Dock yard. He could here people in the distance and ran north in a panic.
He tried to make contact with every one he saw. They just ignored him. He kept heading north intill he was in the business district.
“DOES ANY ONE KNOW ME” He screamed. No one answered. Then in a flash there was an explosion. He dived to the ground and looked up to see a man wearing a green hat running for his life. Being chased by rats. But they weren’t normal rats. They had tattoos over their fur, their tails like blades. The green hat ran as one rat sliced at his ankle. He fell and screamed as a rat jumped and impaled it’s tail in his chest. The green hat turned to dust.
“What on earth” Said the man as he lay on the ground watching the attack. The rats then turned to look at him.
“Oh no.” He got up and ran, he ran for his life as the rats followed him, gaining on ever step. He dived down an ally way and swore. It was a dead end. He turned to leave but they were already their.
“Oh no, Oh no HHEEELLLP” He screamed into the skies.
Stop running Paul Clark
Paul froze and looked around.
In this life, trust is of most importance. Without it there is no foundation for emotion. On can no feel with out first trusting. And the one thing you must trust the most. Is yourself.
Paul turned to face the rats.
Trust your instinct.
Paul grabbed hold of his tie and pulled it of his shirt. He then spun it round.
FIGHT PAUL CLARK
The rats leaped. Paul dashed forward and spun his tie round and slashed at the rats, slicing them all in half. They all disintegrated.
Paul stood their panting.
You are a player, play to win.
“I don’t know who I am, I don’t know what this power is. All I know is, is that I have to win.”