1st Chapter Of The Novel That Was Deleted By My Lazy Cousin. I'll Never Redo It!
So here it is
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Chapter One – Mind Your Step
He awoke from the severe pistol whipping and syringe injections. Blood was dripping from his nose and the back of his head. He could not remember much except basic living skills and strangely the alphabet. The rope that had tied him to the chair was abnormally broken with a blade swish. Blood lay over the place like a lake with an annoying flickering light blub above his head.
He got up out of his chair and looked into a broken shard of glass. He saw his reflection, a skinny man with blood everywhere on him. He was only wearing briefs but he felt like he was wearing more, maybe the feelings he was starting to have wear causing mental weight. But without hesitation he ran outside of the blue door to see a hallway with more flickering lights but the same sea of blood littered the place like a rubbish tip.
He ran down to the end of the hall to find a fire exit. But written in small print on the first exit plate was ‘4514’. His mind suddenly buzzed with pain, which flew down his spin like lightening. He fell on the floor in agony and pain. But he managed to regain normality and stand up properly. He walked down the stairs and out of two huge metal doors. It was pouring down rain outside as much as a blizzard; he looked around to see he was in a car park full with blood on each car. He walked over to a red Falt XDF.
On the licence plate it said ‘4514 R3D’ and he found the keys had being left in ignition. After a few punches to the car window, it smashed. After letting himself in he found himself a red tuxedo and tie and a very thick letter. After putting the red tuxedo on his cold shrivelling body and cleaning himself up with a bottle of water inside the car, He then opened up the glove box and immediately a intricate knife and rifle poured out onto the passenger seat.
He looked down at the knife; it had fins pointing out of its spine and a curved cone hole near the fins. It also had a blood red handle attached. The rifle meanwhile was actually an AK-47 which he seemed to know from the top of his head. But this AK-47 was built from a ruby diamond and came with full ammo but the bullet caskets were also blood red. He felt afraid, who owned this thing and why had he automatically broken in?
He found a case in the back of the car to disguise the rifle and knife. He laid the case onto the passenger seat and then looked at the envelope. It was extremely thick, he found another plain kitchen knife concealed in the tuxedo’s right inside pocket. After cutting it open, after a quick analysis of the contents – a cheque for £900, a disc and finally a long letter which was legible. Searching the almost forbidden parts of his mind, he found the skill of reading and writing and awoke them. He felt fluids rushing from his head and around his body then he looked at the letter again.
Dear Ruby
We’ve almost got all of the ingredients for ‘B.L.A.C.K Gas’ we only need one more, on the disc included in the envelope you will find the final ‘recipe’ for the gas. We only need about five-hundred bottles of blood sample 82. We recently came hold of your medical records and we were astounded but we also came to the possession of your job records. We have punished you in the worst way possible – amnesia, since you will not remember your job, we are now safe from one of our biggest threats since ‘H.U.N.T’ if you do find out about your real job we will destroy you.
We’ve put a tracker inside you and tested the gas on you as well as your amnesia. Your amnesia has now deleted all information on our organisation and a few other things a.k.a your name, location, relationships, hobbies, childhood memories, religion and every single skill excluding cooking. We still have a nano worry that The N will find you but you and I do not need to worry, we have also found that your condition added to B.L.A.C.K Gas will make all of your attempts to remember painful and some may cause a coma. For instance you are proberly having throbbing pain right now due to the memories of The N and H.U.N.T.
But do not fear – Get me five-hundred samples of a HIVD/B blood and we may offer you a promotion.
Enjoy the gifts.
Sincerely Pink(3rd in command)
He now felt quite scared. Who was this ‘Pink’ but after another read he felt a veins throbbing out of his head, sweat pouring down his forehead like rain and shocks of pain shaking his body wildly. But after a couple of minutes of screaming he remembered how to drive, he placed his two hands on the steering wheel and turned the key into the ignition. An engine
Purr followed, he placed the gear stick in reverse and released the hand brake, he backed the car up and at the same time did a 90 degree turn to face the entrance – a stone archway.
He drove on to a highway and looked in the windscreen mirror to see inscribed by rock and chisel ‘North Wales Mental Asylum’ his brain thundered with pain again but this time he felt the location extracting into the now empty part of his mind. After that he found memories of being knocked out, pistol whipped and syringes full of black gas being injected into him as fast as rain. He also found a memory of being stripped of his clothes and weapons and now after another quick analysis of the letter he found his codename to be Ruby.
He finally found a memory of discovering a fact file on ‘The Rainbow’ and ‘The Applause’. He then knew that he must be part of ‘The Rainbow’ because of his name. Ruby then remembered colours and a rush of more memories came back. While his mind buzzed he seemed to know where to drive to. A small flat on the edge of North Wales – Bardtport: from road signs, it was approximately ninety-five miles away.
He was at the minute in South Wales after five hours of driving he then looked up at the sky and remembered night. Stars also shined in the sky like millions of light bulbs. Ruby then remembered things about the universe, night and day. From time to time he felt tired but he kept his eyes on the road without failure, he found a driving licence in the tuxedo’s inside right pocket which implied he had 0 points but he did not dare look at the main information (Name, Age, Gender) He also found more notes in the same pocket – they all said was the getaway driver for The Rainbow.
He eventually came into the town of Bardtport and saw it was a seaside town, filled with dazzling arcades and dull flats. Ruby drove into a flat complex and parked in a parking lot which was just below his flat. He found keys inside his left pocket. Ruby grabbed hold of the suitcase and tucked the car keys into his inside left pocket. He then found superglue in his outside left pocket. He also found red gloves in the same pocket.
“Oh god, this is gonna be a long night” he groaned to himself. He noted his low pitched, groggy and commanding voice. He repaired the car window in five minutes. But after the repair was done he put the gloves and glue away and grabbed hold of the suitcase once more. He then turned to the flat with the rain pouring down his face and tuxedo like sweat to see the door number – 4514.
*
Sarah felt tired, even with constant typing on her laptop and a vital arrest of White on the day. She felt quite drowsy. She sat in her office chair looking at information on her computer. She then got an automatic email. She clicked her mouse and read it carefully.
Dear Sarah
We’ve just found out about Ruby, the getaway driver of The Rainbow. Apparently he’s undercover from the North-West Wales Police Department. I’m going to the station tomorrow to find out more
Sincerely
Morgan
Sarah stretched a little bit and yawned. She pulled out her phone out of her left pocket of her jeans and typed in a phone number.
“Hey Dominic’’ She said down the phone
“Hey Sar, You Fine?’’ Came a reply
“Not really, Morgan’s going round to a police department tomorrow. So I’ll be in charge again” Sarah yawned
“Oh well. So why’s Morgan going down?’’ Dominic questioned
“Well apparently Ruby of The Rainbow, the getaway driver, is undercover from the North-West Wales Police Department. Morgan’s going around to their station to check it out’’ Sarah answered
“Well I’m gonna try to find some leads on Green over here in London” Dominic explained
“Be sure to bring back a souvenir for me!” Sarah cheekily replied
“I will Sar! Night, Night!’’ Dominic exclaimed
“See you later!’’ Sarah replied and she pressed the end call button on her phone and placed it back into her pocket.
*
Dominic stood on the train with his hair spiked up and his black tuxedo oozing sweat. His hand was grasping hold of the metal bar because there were no seats left. He heard a shuddering noise; He was on his way to London and did not want any interruptions on his trip. After the phone call with Sarah he was agitated: no-one had reported a sighting of Sky-Blue for many months.
The train started to shake more wildly now and he knew something was going on. He let go of the bar and waddled through the crowds, he didn’t forget his “Excuse me” as he went through though. Another shake came and he almost fell on the floor.
He crossed into the next carriage and found it empty, apart from a sky-blue tuxedoed man standing in the middle holding
A PDA. The man looked reasonably young and when he looked up from his gadget he smiled.
“So Mr.Land we meet.” The young man said
“What?” Dominic confusingly said
“You don’t know who I am?” The man replied
“No? What’s on that PDA?” Dominic questioned
“For starters I’ve got this train’s controls on this PDA and also I think I don’t need much introduction when I do this!” The young man answered
“WHAT? You can’t be!” Dominic exclaimed
“You didn’t watch the skies!” The young man replied and he quickly reached out into his left pocket and drew out a sky-blue berretta.
“NO! DON’T YOU DARE…SKY?” Dominic yelled.
Sky-blue smiled and fired the pistol three times, two bullets hit Dominic in the left lung and sent him flying back right into the wall. Gunshots thundered through the carriage like dazzling light.
Sky-blue returned to clicking his finger on his PDA after holstering his berretta. He then took out his Nokia 1100 and typed in a number.
“Hello Mr. Aqua there?’’ Sky-blue asked
“Here and loud!” Aqua replied loudly
“Something bothering you sir?” Sky-blue questioned
“Yes…This train business is taking too long!” Aqua responded with a cry
“We just had a little trouble with an N agent” Sky responded
“I see... well carry on” Aqua hesitated
“Keep watching the ski….” Sky replied but before he could say his trademark goodbye: Aqua could hear him he cut him off.
“Why do I bother with goodbyes?” he asked himself. He then did another click of his PDA and hid it into his tuxedos inside left pocket. He then drew out of the same pocket a gas mask and his mobile phone again. He pressed a few buttons on the phone and placed the gas mask on his face.
Black gas came out of the intercom system throughout the train. The gas contracted inside every passenger’s lungs and once the gas touched the delicate tissue, they’re entire blood stopped and they died…instantly, all the passengers died in less than five minutes.
Sky was safe inside his mask and now he simply walked towards the other side of the carriage and opened it to find the driver’s compartment. Which did not have an intercom system.
“Nighty Night…” Sky whispered coldly into his gas mask which gave the driver a shock. Sky reacted by hitting the driver of the head with the mobile phone.
The driver fell into a coma and Sky took control of the train, turning at a turn that was not on the entire train network map. He came into bay that was full of crates and people brandishing all sorts of coloured tuxedos.
Sky took off his gas mask and licked his lips devilishly. He took out his phone and dialled another number.
“Hello, Green here!’’ replied a voice
“It’s Sky, where are you? I’ve got the cargo’’ Sky explained quite slowly
“I’m just with The Applause” Green replied
“Oh that loony place!” Sky taunted
“Shut up, I’ve just walked fifty miles to be here!” Green defended
“Just get down to WaifBay!” Sky asked
“I can’t I got a sacrifice to perform!” Green said getting angrier by every word
“Fine call Orange and tell him to help me with this cargo. Tell him I got a few dead bodies which could provide a little income” Sky said calming down
“What do you mean income?” Green questioned
“Let’s just say I had an N agent aboard…” Sky said proudly
“He’s taken care of though, right?” Green questioned again
“Yes. He brought his mobile with him who could provide a bit more pinpoint of the N base” Sky explained with a devilish tone
“My word… I’ll phone Orange now!” Green quickly said
“Always watch the skies!” Sky quickly said
“Yeah whatever” Green replied.
Sky turned off his mobile phone and sat back in the driver’s seat. A man in an Orange tuxedo was seen on the train’s CCTV system.
As well as something disturbing. Sky saw it and quickly rushed out of the driver’s booth. There stood Orange and behind him Purple. Purple was the 4th in command, he took his codename seriously with a purple tuxedo and purple contact lenses and right now Sky was not a believer of his presence.
“Mr Sky-blue, you may go to the staff room to clean your self up now.” Orange said with a commanding voice, Orange was 8th in command so Sky rushed outside
“Yes…sir.” Sky quickly said. But just as he came outside he heard Purple and Orange say
“Should we tell him yet?” said Orange
“We’ll phone Green right now to welcome the new arrival” replied Purple
“By the time The Applause has done with him he’ll be more than just roughed up!” Orange exclaimed
“True, and with his sacrifice, we’ll finally get oil!” gloated Purple.
“I might be able to afford a house!” laughed Orange
