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I had grown happy, being obnoxious. Pushing people around like a owned the place. It took my mind off of the fact that I knew nothing about myself. Suddenly, there was a loud bang. A gunshot.
It was so... Colourful. I had no true memories of my past life, but all of the swirled images that invaded my thoughts every so often, were black and white.
Her back crawled, her muscles twitched involuntarily; he was behind her. The Dark man. He was going to destroy her at any moment. Spider awoke to the steady rhythm of windscreen wipers.
The shards of glass fell in slow motion around me. Half dazed by this strange image, I didn't notice the ground getting closer. I closed my eyes. Shocked I opened them.
Her eyes flicked open and she glanced at the digital clock that sat on her bedside table. It read 10:15am. Good thing it's sunday, she thought.
Chapter 4: Interrogation. When I woke I was in a large, cold room. Everything was made of steel. The tables, the chairs, the walls, everything. I quickly noticed that my hands where cuffed, yet again.
His plan had backfired. George was unsure where he was or how he had got there. He was dirty though and hungry. By the earthy pine smell in the air he knew he was in a forest.
Not everybody noticed it, the tiny red dot in the sky. Well, not at first anyway. But within a day people were whispering, murmuring, questioning. What was it. Surely not a plane or a helicopter.
In 1967 a women named Samantha lived alone in a cottage just south of london many people believed that she has been living there since the 15th century, although no proof has been found, In fact...
---Part 3. Sorry its taken so long... I've been studying for an English exam that I have in two weeks.
I grabbed the familar thick heavy branch that hung above my head. Hoisting myself up into my usual position, ready to watch the same usual thing... But it wasn't usual, well not to me.