Fallen Pt 10

Officer Jason Dunn  sipped his tea from a Pete's tea tumbler. "Officer Dunn reporting in. Nothing out of the ordinary happening here. Out." He turned the patrol car around and started another circuit around the block. This was the drudge work. watching a family whose son had been kidnapped. If only he could capture someone trying to get at them! Maybe he could be in on the interrogation and boy would he make the hood sing! They would find out where this kid was being kept and he would lead the charge in the raid that wold liberate the young man and the other hostages and he would be in the paper and the news and-  He stopped daydreaming and stopped the car sharply. What was that movement? Was that a hood? A cat ran out from under a bush three feet from where he was was looking. It startled him at first. Then he smiled at himself and chuckled. being scared of a cat that was just running from something? What an idiot! Why, it was perfectly normal for cats to... Run away from something? Instantly he flicked on his searchlight and aimed it at the bush. The outline of a man was projected against a fence behind the bush. Officer Dunn Jumped out of his car and standing behind the door he aimed a flashlight at the shadowy figure and called out, "Come out with your hands away from your body." Into his radio he said, "This is officer Dunn reporting a suspicious person or persons in the area."
All of a sudden the figure bolted out of the bush. Officer Dunn, without even thinking about it, took off after the person who was dressed in black. The man ran around a corner and jumped a fence with ease. Officer Dunn hesitated for a moment and then decided that prudence was greater than valor. Besides what if the fugitive turned back and took refuge in the Greene home?
"Officer Dunn reporting. Suspicious persons encountered near Greene home. Suspect fled when confronted. Dressed in black jumpsuit with a matching baklava. Officer did not give chase. Out."
Thirty minutes later a call came in on Dunn's radio.
"All patrol cars report immediately to the The following address ------- . Kidnapping reported. Case deemed 'Urgent'."
Dunn never finished his tea. He bolted out of his patrol car and dashed as fast as he could to the front door of the Greene house. Mr Greene opened it instantly.
"Its Farren!" He said. "He's been taken!"
Dunn had failed. Somehow, sometime, someone had taken another of the Greene children. On his watch. That made him mad! And scared. Whoever was doing this, they were really, really good. And evil.
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Fallen Pt 9

It only takes one little action to set off a chain reaction of momentous events.
The outcome's of that little action depend totally on the reaction's of those around them.
Take for instance, the action of a guard who wants a smoke. The prisoner he is guarding is busy and there is another guard, so he leaves to get his smoke. After all, the prisoner is in an underground prison surrounded by guards and doesn't have a clue how to get out.  He is only a teenager.
It was just the kind of action I had been waiting for.
It was during my fencing lesson. The guard that watched the lesson left to get a smoke or something.
He had not returned by the time the lesson was over. Then the instructor made his mistake. we were done with the final duel and were done for the afternoon. we saluted and removed our masks. The instructor turned his back to me and started to walk towards his foil case. God had sent me the chance I needed. I leapt forward and struck the instructor across the back of the neck with the blade of my foil. he spun around to defend himself but I followed up my strike with a chopping blow to the throat.
He gagged and dropped to his knees and I delivered a hard blow to the back of his head which knocked him out. For the first time since my capture I was alone outside of my cell.
The guard would be back any moment so I removed the safety tip from the foil. I stood next to the door and waited. the guard opened the door, stepped in and saw the guard on the floor. He instantly knew where I was going to be and spun around but was too late. I thrust the foil into his center mass as he spun. His ballistic vest offered little resistance to the wire thin blade. He started to raise his gun But I knocked it to the side and pushed him away. He lay on the ground silent and unmoving. I felt ice cold and wanted to be sick. I had never killed a man. It was self-defense, wasn't it? I realized that the other guards would be expecting us to be coming through those doors soon. Taking several deep breaths I drew the bloody foil from the guards body and knew I was going to throw up. I gulped down more air, steeled my nerves and started to strip all the useful equipment from the guard including his ballistic vest, belt and rifle. When this was done I started out the door. The passage split going to the left and right. Right went toward my cell and there was nothing there. The guards must have been on their patrol. I started to the left. The passage was curved in a large circle so that you could only see a few yards in front of you. I heard the guard before I saw him. His footsteps were low and lazy and you could tell that he was totally confident that no one could escape from this... whatever it was.
I considered my options. Shoot and everyone would come running. I wouldn't have much time anyway so I crouched to my knee and took aim where I thought the guard was going to be when I first saw him. he came around the corner and saw me almost as soon as I saw him. I fired a burst that knocked him off his feet and into the ground. I ran over and struck him on the side of the head with the butt of the gun to make sure he was out.
I could hear running steps behind me and took off at a sprint in the opposite direction. I took the first doorway and found myself in a store room. There was a large bundle of wire laying on the ground and I had an idea of how to subdue the other guard without killing him. I stripped both ends of the wire and stuck one end in an electrical outlet and the other to the door handle. then I did the same to another wire except I wrapped it around the blade of the foil and leaned it up against the door in a way so that as soon as it moved the blade would fall into the handle and complete the circuit.
I waited about two seconds after I had finished when the other guard ran up and grabbed the door handle. He pulled it open. the foil slid forward and sparked brightly. the guard let out a gasp and dropped to the floor. I hopped I hadn't killed him. I kicked the wire out from the wall socket and sprinted out the door and down the corridor.
As I ran, I looked for a way to the surface. I assumed I was underground. I came to a large foyer like area where three tunnels met and slowed to a stop. leaning on my knees I thought about where to go next. I glanced around the area again and spied an elevator that I hadn't seen before. There were the little floor indicators next to it that illuminated when the elevator was at or passing that floor.
I stared at them for a second until I realized that they were moving. They were descending.
There must be reinforcements on that elevator. I didn't hesitate a moment more but dashed off down the left tunnel.
They must have gotten word of my escape. I came to a door and ran through it. There was a guard just on the other side who was running toward me. He stopped about ten feet in front of me and swung his rifle up to cover me, but I had already covered the distance and slammed the butt of my gun into his chin. His head snapped back and he dropped like a stone. I sprinted down this tunnel, which was straight and without any doors or other passages leading away from it. I came to another door at the end and went though it too. There was a ninety degree turn and then I blasted out of the tunnel and into the open. I was in a massive underground grotto, about half of it was a mini bay with boat docks and several boats tied to them.
The other half was smooth concrete like the tunnels had been. A guard spun around when I ran in. I dropped to my knees and fired a burst at him as I slid along the ground for all the world Like a rock star on a stage. But this performance was very deadly. The guard fell backwards into the water and I ran over to the nearest boat, a Zodiac Rigid inflatable with a 200 horsepower Evinrude e-tec G2 and a small trolling motor, I jumped in and pressed the electric starter. The motor roared to life and I nearly smashed into the dock. Using every bit of my concentration I piloted the boat to the entrance tunnel. It was very large, about twenty feet from side to side and a good fifteen feet tall. The sun was shining out side and was only a little above the horizon which was way out over the water. I stopped and sat there for a second bobbing up and down on the water. To the right and left and a little behind me was land so the grotto must be on a peninsula. I heard a door burst open somewhere in the distance and shoved the throttle to the stops and steered the boat to the left. I used the ammo belt to secure the boats direction. Taking a deep breath I dove into the water just as we passed the last of the cliffs. I swam as hard as I could although the gun weighted me down. I had almost decided to drop it when my feet touched a submerged rock. I clambered out of the water and crawled behind a a rock and under an overhang. I could hear voices inside the grotto and then a boat engine starting up.  A boat sped past my hiding place and then another. They spotted my now empty, fleeing boat and gave chase. I lay there and tried to figure out where I was. The sun seemed to be getting a little closer to the water which meant that I was on the west coast. The water had been salty which ruled out any lakes so I was at the pacific ocean. The landscape I had seen was high cliffs and dense vegetation. It almost looked like somewhere in either northern California or South America.
I settled down and prepared to wait until night time. Until then though, I would pray.

Fallen Pt 8

"Ungh!" I grunted as the Karate instructor's foot slammed into my padded head. The blow stunned me slightly and I stumbled.
"What's wrong with you?" the Sensei screamed at me, "Why didn't you duck? why didn't you block that?! You are being much slower than usual! Now take a moment and drink some water." We bowed to each other and I got a drink of water.
It had been two days since my beating.
How long had I been here? Eight days? Seven? What would my family be doing? How worried were they? I couldn't think about that. If I though about my family and how long I had been here I would just get angry. Anger can make you do stupid things that can kill you. I didn't really want to die, so I would wait.
I would act as harmless as a dove on the outside but on the inside I was like a coiled snake ready to strike.

Sergeant Mike Duncan sighed as he prepared himself for the meeting. He hated meeting with the family of a missing person. They were always sad, and or angry. If they didn't think that the police were doing enough (and they usually did) then most times they let him know in no uncertain terms what they thought of him and his methods and the whole force to boot.  This family had actually been different so far. It had only been a few days since the first report, and there were possibly many to go, but so far they had been cooperative as could be.
"Mr. Greene, Mrs. Greene have a seat." He offered. "Now we don't usually do handwriting analysis
on a missing persons case but on a hunch I had the note your son left along with a sample of his handwriting sent to the techs downstairs. As it turns out they were not written by the same person. The note is very definitely a forgery. A good one, but still not his. I am afraid we are re-designating his case as an abduction. In the light of this new evidence there are going to be several changes to the way we are handling the case. First we think it may have been a gang or Crime syndicate that kidnapped your son. The forgery seems to point to this as well as the MO, and the incident he was involved in last year. In light of this fact we are detailing a round the clock patrol of your neighborhood as well as a plainclothes watch on your house. We will be sending pictures to all police stations and we have several other angles we are working on as well. we would like Hunters Laptop, thumb drives and anything else that may have info on any cases past or present he was working on.
I also just want to say that I have read the reports of what he has done in the past and I think that your son is a very capable young man. If anyone could escape from and abductor he is the most likely candidate I can think of."
A few formalities later and the meeting was over.
Mike sat back in his chair and heaved a long sigh. Several other angles! He wished! Fact was the boy had definitely been abducted by professionals. The note was an amazingly close forgery and the fact that there was no evidence was evidence on its own to the skill of the captors. The lack of a ransom note so far was perplexing. Mike hoped to goodness that it wasn't a revenge kidnapping. He didn't even want to think about what Hunter was going through if it was.

Fallen Pt 7

I was lying asleep in my cot when the door to my cell was flung open and several masked guards flooded in.
"Stand up." one of them ordered.
I was forcibly dragged from bed, handcuffed, and made to stand in the middle of the room while they conducted a thorough search.
They ripped the sheets and mattress off my cot. My books and writing things were ripped and gone through and then dumped in a pile on the floor. I was searched for any kind of weapon.
Then someone removed the mirror from the wall. My heart sunk as the map was discovered. The guard that had spoken before said something into his Walkie-Talkie. A few seconds later Mr Diablos strode into the room looking wickedly pleased.
"Hunter" he said patronizingly. "is this the best you have? A map drawn on the back of the mirror. Really? It is good that you figured out how to do it but there must have been a better place to put it."
Motioning one of the men to hold up the mirror he inspected the map. Looking slightly impressed he glanced at me and grinned.
"Finish searching the room." he commanded. "Then beat him." He turned to leave but suddenly spun around and smashed the mirror with his cane. "I hope there is more to find because then I will have a reason to punish you more! Though come to think of it... I don't need one."
I swallowed. Doing my best not to think about the map on the bottom of the table.
Diablos stood there watching me for a minute then he smiled wide and said, "When a person doesn't want someone else to find something they look everywhere but where they don't want the other person to look!" My heart started to sink. He grinned wider. "Look under the table!" he said.
The guard stooped and glanced at the floor then got down on his knees to look at the underside of the table. When he stood back up he nodded at Diablos.
"Good!" Diablos exclaimed. "Burn all that can and don't replace it. Dispose of that table and don't replace it either. You may finish this up with out me."
Whack!



Later that night as I shivered on the bare slats of my bunk, I grimaced through the pain. They had beat me, good. Karate and Fencing, if they were to be continued, would be extremely painful.
I planned. I thought about all the different ways I could try to escape. I didn't think Diablos would kill me, but after tonight... would he?
It didn't matter. I had to escape.

Fallen Pt 6

Two foils flashed and flickered in the wavering florescent light, the blades cleaving tails of silver through the air. Whistling and whispering the slithered against each other, spun, and wobbled. then the tip of one darted forward and struck its wielders opponent in center mass.

the duel was over. For the moment. I took off my mask, saluted and trudged over to the water bench rubbing my chest.

Every single time I had been hit in the same spot and it was getting sore.

I took a sip of water and turned to Mr Diablos. What a name, right? Jacob Diablos. The Deceiver Devil. Wow. The guy was totally twisted. 

"You are progressing Hunter!" He said as I approached. 

 "I have only taken two lessons." I replied incredulous.

"You should have seen yourself in your first duel!" He countered jestingly.

I often had the feeling as we talked that we were in a verbal duel and that I was being bested.

It was my third day in captivity I was still sore from yesterdays workout. Next on the schedule was Boxing.

I hadn't figured out yet why he was training me. Was it so that he could then beat me in each of those area's he was training me in?

I f that was the case then I needed to learn as much as I could. Fast.

That evening I was in my room reading a book. I had gone around every part of the room looking for bug's. I hadn't seen any.  After waiting a bit I put down the book grabbed a pencil and slid under the table. I was drawing a map of the bunker or basement I was in. Whatever it was and wherever it was I was getting to know my way down it. I closed my eyes and counted steps. I was using a simple way of getting to know my way around blindfolded. I was counting my steps and for every five steps I would mark and inch. Five inches right turn. three inches. Left turn. That was the gym. I would be able to find my way out. I hoped. 

I could at least know where not to go. I also counted the guards I could see in those few short seconds before the blindfold was placed over my eyes, and where they were.

When I was finished I slid out from under the table and moved over to the wall. I removed the mirror on the back of the mirror I was drawing a second map. If Diablos ever found the one he wouldn't look for the other.

When I was done drawing my maps, I walked over to my cot. It was simply a platform attached to the wall by a hinge and two chains. It was the chains I was interested in. they were attached to the wall and the bed with eye bolts.

Mistake number one. the eye bolts were welded to the bed and embedded in the cement wall. the first and last links of the two chains actually like carabiners that had been welded shut. the eye bolts hadn't been welded to the chains themselves. I took the mattress off the bed and tested the metal slats until I found one that was loose. I sat down and started wiggling the bar, twisting back and forth.
When I had it out I would try and make a pair of nun-chucks. Or something.
The lights clicked off.
Looked like it was bed time.
But as I like to say, There's no rest for the Hunter.

Fallen Pt 5, Flashback

I tossed a couple of paperbacks to the side of the big blue bin.
I was perusing one of the Goodwill Outlet book bins.
I loved digging through the book's, tossing aside the junk in search of a hidden treasure.
I had found several antique books this way.
Setting a 1944 edition of Captain Horatio Hornblower into my cart, I shoved a pile of paperback westerns out of the way, briefly considered a Clive Cussler, decided no and was about to leave when when I glimpsed the corner of a very old looking book.
Digging it out carefully I turned it over in my hands.
It looked very old and the title was worn off. The title page seemed to have been ripped out at some time as well.

The first thing I read was this familiar poem;

To the hesitating Purchaser,

If sailor tales to sailor tunes,

Storm and Adventure, heat and cold,

If schooners, Islands, and maroons,

And buccaneers and buried gold,

And all the old romance retold,

Exactly in the ancient way,

Can please as me they pleased of old,

The wiser youths of today:

-Then so be it, and fall on! If not,

If studious youth no longer crave, 

His ancient apatite forgot,

Kingston or Ballantyne the brave,

Or cooper of the wind and wave:

So be it also! And may I 

And all my pirates share the grave 

Where these and their creations lie.

It was the introduction poem to Robert Louis Stevenson's masterpiece, Treasure Island. 

I flipped through the pages debating if I should get it. I already had one copy.

I almost put it back.

Eight numbers jumped out at me from the middle of a page. Four numbers to be exact each two digits long. I stared at it. 

'No Way!' I thought, 'This must be uber rare!' I put it into my cart and walked up to the checkout.

As I pulled out of the Parking lot a few minutes later on my way to Winco, I kept thinking about it.

What had caught my eye was the place in the story where Captain Smollett tells Dr Livesy and the Squire that he has heard rumors that they were going on a treasure hunting trip and that the island was at a certain longitude and latitude. 

In the copy I had just purchased it included the latitude and longitude of Treasure Island!

Fallen Pt 4

"Whew!  It sure is nice to be home again! HUNTER, WE'RE HOME!"  Edith Greene called as the family spilled through the front door.

"I think he probably knows that already, as loud as YOU ALL are!" said Tony Green, tickling the two littlest boys.

"I bet he's hiding!" Middle brother exclaimed.

"Let's go find him!" Other brother said, in a loud whisper.

Soon the boys were searching through all their favorite hiding places.

"Well, it is good to be home again, although I really enjoyed our trip!"  Edith sighed as she set her purse and bags down on the kitchen table.  "Oh, look!  Hunter left a note."

"Ah!  Is he bringing home pizza?"  Dad asked.

"No, he says he's on a new case.  Tony, he says he's on a stakeout.  I don't think I like this.  This note seems... weird somehow.  It doesn't seem right."  Mom handed Dad the note, a slight frown marring her brow.

"Seems o.k. to me.  I'm glad he has a new case!  I understand your unease, though.  I don't want him going on stakeouts without having a contact procedure in place first.  I'm sure he is alright though.  Tomorrow I'll talk with deputy Ludlow.  He can keep an eye out for Hunter and I am sure he will have some great suggestions for dealing with stakeouts.  Hunter probably already talked to him.   Right now, let's get the kids together and do devotions.  We'll pray for Hunter's case as well as his safety!"

Fallen Part 3

"Bring that in and set it here!"
The speaker turned on the light in the room, further blinding me.
I blinked for a few second letting my eyes adjust to the bright light. All the while I could hear a clinking sound. After a while the sounds stopped and the door closed again. I saw a table that had been set for a nice dinner, with china plates, glasses, and two forks. There was a man seated at the table.
"Please," he said with a grin, "Come and sit down. Eat! it is just time for supper!"
I recognized the man as the one I had bumped into the other day , or was it just this morning?
I sat down warily, eyeing the man.
He was about mid forties, slender, blond and had aquiline features. He was wearing a very expensive looking suit, and there was a cane, gloves and panama hat resting against a leg of the table.
I bowed my head and prayed, then started in on a delicious looking Caesar salad. The instant before I started eating I realized it might be poisoned. Sanity banished that thought.
'Why would they bring me here just to poison me?'
We eat in silence until we were done with the salad.
"Would you like some wine or a soft drink?" my 'host' asked.
"Just water thanks." I answered.
He poured a glass of water for me and opened a bottle of wine for himself.
"I think you will like the T-bone steak. I have an excellent chef. Sometimes he uses the strangest ingredients but always produces the Best dishes." My host chatted nonchalantly throughout the rest of the dinner. I couldn't stop thinking me sitting there eating an amazing dinner with a man who either kidnapped me or was a fellow prisoner. His next word settled that.
"I was surprised you have not attacked me yet. From your performance a year ago I would have thought you would have escaped my now!"
"I probably couldn't." I replied. "Besides, that cane is loaded."
"My cane?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Yup. Sword cane if I am not mistaken."
The man chuckled and nodded.
"Now," He said as he stood up. "Down to business. We don't want your education to suffer while your here, so---"
"Wait!" I interjected, "Before that I have some questions."
"Well all right, what is on your mind?"
"One, Who are you? Two, Why am I here? And three, Where is here? Like you said we wouldn't want to let my education suffer! Educate me!"
He laughed at this.
"Educate you! Fine! Who am I? Well I am like all the villains in every novel written summed up into one! I am like Moriarty to Sherlock Holmes, Long John Silver to Jim Hawkins, and Sauron to Middle earth! I am the Arch Nemesis of All hero's ever. I am the Antagonist ! I have fun being to bad guy! I am the greatest antagonist ever! However that wouldn't do for a name, so you'll just have to call me, oh, Mr Jacob Diablos. As for your second question, Mr Greene, I have but one thing to say, Be Patient! Now as to you educa-"
"You don't wish to answer the third?"
 Diablos Grinned cruelly.
"Why you are in a stone cell under the surface of the earth! Moving on, you will have fencing lessons, lessons in any form of martial arts you wish, a math tutor, one also for English, French and Latin. I can have almost any book you want brought down here. I will supply virtually anything you need for many different activities."
He turned to leave then paused and slightly turning he added, "do hope you don't tire of our hospitality and try to escape!" The door opened and I glimpsed several men in black combat gear carrying large assault rifles in the corridor. A second later the door closed and ended the strangest meal and conversations I had ever had.

Fallen Part 2

Nick crouched in the shadows waiting for the right moment. The guard yawned, turned, and started to walk toward Nicks hiding place. Nick gripped his club. He tensed as the guard drew abreast of him and then struck. The guard collapsed with a slight groan. The detective raced across the small patch of moon light and ducked under the wing of the airplane. "Lets see how much I remember from that flight book I read once' he thought as he slipped into the cockpit and buckled his seat belt '

'Yeah right!' I thought, that would never happen! I however continued to read as the hero of the book found a checklist and proceeded to fly the enemies airplane away, successfully escaping from a torturous death.

At the end of the chapter I marked my spot and set the book down. The whole house was REALLY quiet. My parents were gone on a short vacation, and my siblings were visiting our cousins. I was all alone in the house. I made a cup of tea and grabbed some cheese crackers and continued to read. I couldn't help thinking about the man in the store earlier. Something about him was strange. I couldn't really put a finger on it but he was...

It was then that I heard a noise. It was a very small kind of creak. Like someone stepping on a loose step or something. The hairs on the back of my neck prickled and I realized how creepy being in an empty house at night is. Then my world turned upside down... again.

In the space of about ten seconds three men blasted around the corner into our front room, two of them subdued me, the third pressed a wet cloth to my face. I tried to hold my breath but one of the men kicked me in the stomach driving it from my lungs. I gasped for a second and then as all went soft and warm. I realized that I hadn't fed our pet beta fish.

When you are drugged it is very much like fainting. The world constricts into a warm fuzzy tube, and then goes black. It isn't all that uncomfortable. Waking up however in a dark room with a headache is a different matter. There were no windows and it was so dark I couldn't see anything. I was laying on my back so I rolled over onto my stomach and waited for the pounding in my cranium to go back to a more tolerable level. I could feel stone flags and the air was damp and cold so I figured I was in a basement or something. Very slowly I crawled forward until my fingers touched a wall. I rested for a bit, straining my ears to hear the slightest noise that might give me a hint to where I was. My headache was subsiding a little, and I could hear slight noises. I listened for a while trying to make sense of them. questions circulated in my thoughts. Why am I here? Where is here? Is there a light switch? Is my family OK? Am I OK? are my kidnappers going to kill me? why did they bring me here? where is here? Over and over these questions and a hundred more whirled around until my headache started to come back again. "God I need peace! Help my thoughts to slow down, Help me not to panic. Thank you for keeping my safe so far! I have not been hurt beyond being drugged and dragged from my home. Please keep my Family safe!'

I started running through scriptures I had memorized, mostly from psalms.

Psalm 140:1, Rescue me, O LORD, from evil men; PROTECT ME FROM MEN OF VIOLENCE.

118:5-6, in my anguish I cried to the LORD, and He answered by setting me free. The LORD is with me; I will not be afraid. What can man do to me?

Instantly I thought of about twenty things man could do to me to harm my body.

I sat in the dark and prayed and remembered scriptures for an indefinite amount of time before I heard approaching footsteps, and then the door to my cell cracked open, blinding me with the light that spilled in.  

Fallen Part 1

The coarse rocks grate my fingers. I can feel myself slipping. a pebble does the classic drop and bounces away down the cliff face. I never hear it hit bottom. The sound of shoes scuffing against rock reaches my ears. The sky is just starting to turn the first shades of sunrise pink. I wonder how I, a nineteen year old 'detective' finds himself hanging from the face of a cliff, while being hunted by several men. I guess God has a reason for it but I sure cant think of one. my fingers slip a little more and I try and imagine what it will be like falling and falling and then... A flashlight beam glows against the rocks above me. Voices are getting closer. my feet search for any kind of toe hold no matter how small. something crawls across my fingers and I instinctively want to shake it off. I don't. Then it happens. My fingers slide off the rocks slick with blood from being scraped in my wild flight. In books and such they talk about you past "flashing in front of your eyes". It didn't for me. Not all of it, only the past few days.

A single face is stamped in my mind. Funny, when I first saw it I really didn't think anything of it. you know how it is, a face in a crowd that seems to stand out for a second and then fade. But I would see that face often over the next few days and on it I would witness many emotions, but mostly cold almost unimaginable cruelty.

"Have I seen you somewhere before?" the checkout lady at Winco asked me.
"Well, I come here often." I replied.
"No," she said, "I think it was on TV or something. You haven't played 'The Price Is Right' 'Jeopardy' or the 'Wheel of Fortune' lately, have you?"
"Uh, No mam, I haven't."
"Oh! I remember now!!! Your that kid who caught all those crooks a few months ago, right? I saw you on the news! All by yourself you caught them, didn't you!"
"Well, kind of. I didn't really 'Catch' them as much as I delayed them."

I paid for the groceries and left the store. As I left, I bumped into a debonair man, scattering my groceries.
"Oh I AM  sorry, my good fellow!" He exclaimed, and started helping me pick up my things.
"No problem. It was my fault." I replied, as I picked up the last bag.
"Well then," He said, dusting off his hands "Au revior!" and with a smart salute he was gone.
"Thanks! I said to no one in particular. "Au revior? doesn't that mean til' next time or something?"

I wondered about that a second or two and then shrugged it off. 

Introduction.

A blog is usually a place for people to go and do one of two things. Show how great their life is or is not, or share information they think may be interesting or needed by some. This blog is different. The stories are not from my life but from my mind. My imagination.
God blesses each person with an imagination. It is to be used to Glorify Him. Some People squash it when they are young. Others have hours of fun with it, playing with their 'Friends', going on adventures in foreign places while never leaving the confines of their backyard. It has a dark side too though. It can become more appealing than real life, an escape for people who are not maturing or growing in their Spiritual life. Like all things in life it must be used with balance.

Every week I will post another chapter in a series of stories. Criticism and suggestions are not only welcome but encouraged. If you ever read a chapter and find something immoral or wrong PLEASE call me on it.

My object in writing this blog is first, to glorify the one and only God, who created everything in six days, who sent His one and only son, Jesus Christ, to earth to be born of a virgin, live a life void of sin, die on a cross , in doing so saving all who accept Him from the consequence of sin, death, and who rose from the dead after three days to stand at the right hand of the Father.
Second I strive to offer an alternative to modern fiction in which I am observing a rising level of objective innuendo's, and other negative elements.
And lastly I want to better myself as a writer through practice.

Soli Deo Gloria.