It was 3 o'clock in the morning.
London was quiet, no busy roads and the clubs closed
a few hours ago. A few dogs barked and disturbed the
peacefullness, one or two cars passed by, but Josh
barely heard them. Josh had just woken up, he was
alone in a dark room. He had a cramp in his shoulder
and got up to stretch. He was nearly 15 and good
looking, longish brown hair down to his neck with
dark eyes and a perfect body. For a boy of 15, he
was very well built. The only clothing he had on was
a pair of white boxers. He approached the window and
opened his curtains and looked out onto the street.
There wasn't anybody about and this made him feel
better. He opened a bag and pulled out a pair of
jeans and a t-shirt, quickly pulling them on. The
floor was wooden and cold to the touch. He moved
across the room and opened the door, going out into
the hall and down the stairs, slowly, as if checking
the house for intruders. When he reached the kitchen
he looked into the back garden where the grass was
so high you probably could have hidden in it anyway.
They would find him eventually, untill then he would
hide out here. He opened the fridge and pulled out
some milk.

On the other side of the city, a group of men were
gathered around a circular table.
"So that's where he's hiding" one man said. The
light had been carefully made, as to not show their
faces to anyone in the window.
"Yes, an abandoned house on chestchire square" said
another. Pausing he said "Shall we move in sir"?
"Yes, and do it now when he's asleep" said a man
sitting in a chair. "This time I want him here,
ALIVE, he's going to pay for all he's stolen from
me". The rest of the men left the room, they knew
there was nothing else to say.

Josh had finished his late night-early morning
snack. He had felt un-easy about staying here, it
was a very obvious place to go yet it was better
than sleeping on the streets. He moved to the living
room again scanning for intruders as he went. The
house had been abandoned for about a year now and
dust had gathered everywhere. Luckily the
electricity hadn't been cut and Josh had brought in
fresh food. He sat down on a sofa staring around the
room. There was no television, no radio, no ORDINARY
teenage things, but Josh wasn't ordinary. He sighed
and as he put his head in his hands he heard the
sound of the window smashing, he felt the rubble
from the wall fall onto the sofa. He looked up and
saw a shot in the wall exactly where his head would
have been. He got up and ran for the door, knowing
they had found him.

Just a little story I'm writing. That's the first chapter