T2+Writing

__Friday 20 May 2011__

Prologue

Victor Kane sat in thought. “How did it come to this”, he continuously asked himself. Nine years ago, he had been living in paradise, he had everything he ever wanted, it was funny what money could buy you. Everything was great until, he realised his business partner had been stealing from him. He had been robbed of 8 billion dollars. Victor had been arrested just three weeks after stabbing his criminal associate 37 times. He lost everything. He went from being the second richest man in the world, to being on the list of the one hundred poorest people in the United States Of America. That wasn’t his only punishment. He had been exiled to this mind warping prison, where he would spend the rest of eternity protecting the dreams of others and secretly planning to escape. Ever since childhood, his dreams were almost reality, he was actually a part of them, he could see, breathe and even smell in the mysterious environments that surrounded him, while he was asleep. He learned from his dreams, that is how he became so successful. He had abused his gift and now he was being punished for it. Victor was alone, even if there was someone else in this dead and desolate realm that had become his prison, they would never be seen or heard, because of the nightmarish fog that engulfed everything it touched. Victor Kane had been walking for the last 9 years, and still hadn’t found a way out this place. The dream realm is torture beyond imagination. A place where there is no ground and sky, but an endless swirl of the elements on Earth and colours never seen before. A place where there is no definition between solid or liquid, because nothing is really there, the only thing that keeps this world from falling apart is the thing that separates dreams... From nightmares. The whole realm is just an illusion, twisting his mind in every possible way. He continuously thought to himself. He continued to walk in the pitch black. A human like shadow stood in the fog, motionless, as if waiting for victor to strike. “Show yourself”! yelled Victor Kane, just as terrified, as relieved. The shadow moved out of the fog. Victor was surprised to see a small child. He was about six years old, his face was noticeably pale, his bold green snake eyes glanced across to Victor half, intimidating him half mocking him. the large black slits in his eyes seemed inhuman. “It’s ok, I won’t hurt you” informed Victor comfortingly. To most, the child would seem innocent and kind, but Victor Kane could see something sinister in his eyes. The small child replied in a threatening tone. “It wasn’t me I was worried about”. Then suddenly reality hit him. A look of fear struck across the face of Victor Kane, as he realised that this was going to be the last person he ever met. Victor stepped back from the child who still remained motionless. The child disappeared. Victor spun around, desperately searching for the child, who would take his life. “Come out, I know your there” he shouted, attempting to sound brave. Suddenly a foot materialized above his head, followed by the rest of the child. The small boy delivered a powerful downwards kick to Victors head. He stumbled backwards and fell to the ground. The small child looked down at Victor, chuckling at the fear in his eyes. “Please don’t kill me” begged Victor. The child’s face, began to change. A long snout, grew from his face. Large, fang like teeth retracted from beneath his gums, his eyes slowly changed colour to a dark shade of crimson, pointy ears, sprouted from the sides of his head like, the ears of a bat. His skin remained extremely pale, but muscles bulged from his arms and legs, he almost tripled in size, as he continued to grow, claws grew upon his fingers and the evil look in his eyes increased. “Please, I’ll do whatever you want, I’ll give you my house, my money, anything” begged Victor. “I’m here to take your life not your possessions” informed the creature that stood before Victor Kane. Victor scrambled to his feet and swung a punch at what was once a small child’s face, leaving a large fist shaped dent in his head. He then rotated around and kicked the creature in the face. His foot went right through his head and came out the other side. The creature dematerialized again and popped up behind him. Victor Kane heard a loud click, the loud click of a revolver pistol being loaded. As much as he wanted to, Victor refused to turn around. He knew he couldn’t handle seeing his killer one last time. “I am Victor Kane, I am the DreamKeeper, you can’t kill me. “I am the King Of The Shifting Sands and I can kill you” replied the thing. He held the gun to Victors head and squeezed the trigger.

Chapter 1:

Jake woke up to the constant ringing sound of the phone on his bedside table. He reached for it and held it to his ear. “Step over to the window overlooking the construction site” came a sinister voice on the other end of the phone. Jake obeyed and made his way to his bedroom window. The voice spoke again. “Count to ten slowly, then jump as high as you can. Jake did not recognise this voice. “Who are you?” he asked. “I am merely a figment of your imagination now jump!” Jake leaped up into the air as high as he could. Suddenly the crane at the construction sight twisted around and the arm came crashing through his window. Jake landed on top of the cranes arm as it rotated back around. Jake had been feeling tired and his eyes were heavy, but now he was wide awake and almost peeing himself. Still holding the phone against the side of his head Jake screamed “what the hell is going on” Jake heard the sound of ripping and twisting metal and the voice replied “sit back and enjoy the ride”. The crane collapsed making the arm of the crane almost like a slide. Jake slid down the cranes arm screaming the whole way down. The tip of the cranes arm fell just a few centimeters from the window of a metallic black Cadillac Escalade. Jake continued to slide down the arm of the crane. The Cadillac’s passenger window opened. Jake slid through the open window and landed in the passenger seat unharmed. “Who the hell are you!” screamed Jake. No one replied. All of the locks on the doors clicked down and the window came up, trapping Jake inside. The engine started on it’s own. Jake bashed against the passenger window of the car as it took off through the construction site. Jake had already tried unlocking the doors and winding down the windows. The large vehicle powered through the construction site knocking down everything in it’s path. It drove up the fallen crane arm like a ramp and jumped over the wooden fence, stopping people from accessing the construction site. The oversized vehicle landed on a main road, having to swerve on landing, to avoid being hit by oncoming traffic. The cadillac did a U-turn and barreled down the streets in the other direction. It weaved between traffic, crashed over curbs, sped along the sidewalks and crushed civilians. It pulled up to the bank and the door opened. Jakes cell phone started ringing. “Get out of the car and look the trunk” ordered the voice, sounding even more sinister. The passenger door opened and Jake scrambled out of the car. “I said check the trunk” yelled the voice. Jake made his way to the back of the, now dented vehicle. He opened the trunk. Terror struck across Jakes face, as he saw several gun cases carrying heavy semi automatic machine guns. The voice spoke again. “Use the guns to kill everyone inline for the ATM” “Hell no” screamed Jake. Everyone in the line turned to face him. The voice spoke “I can make your life hell, I will if you don’t shoot them. Jake knew he wasn’t lying. He reached for an MP5 and held it shakily, pointing towards the soon to be victims. “I’m so sorry” Jake apologized in advance, reluctant to squeeze the trigger. “Please don’t kill me” screamed the civilians. A series of loud cracks came from deep within Jakes gun as he squeezed and held the trigger. Screams of pain and defeat came from the victims as they dropped to the ground. “Good said the man on the other end of the phone. Put in your bank account number on the ATM”. Jake walked up to the ATM and punched in his number. The small screen said max cash eighty two billion six hundred and ninety thousand three hundred and seventy two dollars. “Print out eight and a half thousand dollars, thats all that is left in the machine. Jake done as he was told. He held one of the gun cases open under the ATM to collect the money. “Now I want you to take the money to the address saved onto the GPS in the car” spoke the intimidating man once again. Jake stood still. He remembered the phone calls his Father had received only weeks before his death. The way his Father had described them were just like these. He had been killed under unknown circumstances only four hours after telling Jake and the police about them. “You killed my Dad” screamed Jake. “It was only one life in exchange for the hundreds he had claimed” chuckled the man. “Stuff you” screamed Jake. Anger built up inside him as he tossed the phone onto the road in front of a small station wagon. The phone was crushed. A small child walked up to Jake and tugged on his pants. Jake looked down at the small child. The childs face was emotionless, Jake could see the sinister glare in his eyes.

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Victor Kane sat in thought. “How did it come to this”, he continuously asked himself. Nine years ago, he had been living in paradise, he had everything he ever wanted, it was funny what money could buy you. Everything was great until, he realised his business partner had been stealing from him. He had been robbed of 8 billion dollars. Victor had been arrested just three weeks after stabbing his criminal associate 37 times. He lost everything. He went from being the second richest man in the world, to being on the list of the one hundred poorest people in the United States Of America. That wasn’t his only punishment. He had been exiled to this mind warping prison, where he would spend the rest of eternity protecting the dreams of others and secretly planning to escape. Ever since childhood, his dreams were almost reality, he was actually a part of them, he could see, breathe and even smell in the mysterious environments that surrounded him, while he was asleep. He learned from his dreams, that is how he became so successful. He had abused his gift and now he was being punished for it. Victor was alone, even if there was someone else in this dead and desolate realm that had become his prison, they would never be seen or heard, because of the nightmarish fog that engulfed everything it touched. Victor Kane had been walking for the last 9 years, and still hadn’t found a way out this place. The dream realm is torture beyond imagination. A place where there is no ground and sky, but an endless swirl of the elements on Earth and colours never seen before. A place where there is no definition between solid or liquid, because nothing is really there, the only thing that keeps this world from falling apart is the thing that separates dreams... From nightmares. The whole realm is just an illusion, twisting his mind in every possible way. He continuously thought to himself. He continued to walk in the pitch black. A human like shadow stood in the fog, motionless, as if waiting for victor to strike. “Show yourself”! yelled Victor Kane, just as terrified, as relieved. The shadow moved out of the fog. Victor was surprised to see a small child. He was about six years old, his face was noticeably pale, his bold green snake eyes glanced across to Victor half, intimidating him half mocking him. the large black slits in his eyes seemed inhuman. “It’s ok, I won’t hurt you” informed Victor comfortingly. To most, the child would seem innocent and kind, but Victor Kane could see something sinister in his eyes. The small child replied in a threatening tone. “It wasn’t me I was worried about”. Then suddenly reality hit him. A look of fear struck across the face of Victor Kane, as he realised that this was going to be the last person he ever met. Victor stepped back from the child who still remained motionless. The child disappeared. Victor spun around, desperately searching for the child, who would take his life. “Come out, I know your there” he shouted, attempting to sound brave. Suddenly a foot materialized above his head, followed by the rest of the child. The small boy delivered a powerful downwards kick to Victors head. He stumbled backwards and fell to the ground. The small child looked down at Victor, chuckling at the fear in his eyes. “Please don’t kill me” begged Victor. The child’s face, began to change. A long snout, grew from his face. Large, fang like teeth retracted from beneath his gums, his eyes slowly changed colour to a dark shade of crimson, pointy ears, sprouted from the sides of his head like, the ears of a bat. His skin remained extremely pale, but muscles bulged from his arms and legs, he almost tripled in size, as he continued to grow, claws grew upon his fingers and the evil look in his eyes increased. “Please, I’ll do whatever you want, I’ll give you my house, my money, anything” begged Victor. “I’m here to take your life not your possessions” informed the creature that stood before Victor Kane. Victor scrambled to his feet and swung a punch at what was once a small child’s face, leaving a large fist shaped dent in his head. He then rotated around and kicked the creature in the face. His foot went right through his head and came out the other side. The creature dematerialized again and popped up behind him. Victor Kane heard a loud click, the loud click of a revolver pistol being loaded. As much as he wanted to, Victor refused to turn around. He knew he couldn’t handle seeing his killer one last time. “I am Victor Kane, I am the DreamKeeper, you can’t kill me. “I am the King Of The Shifting Sands and I can kill you” replied the thing. He held the gun to Victors head and squeezed the trigger.

Chapter 1:

Jake woke up to the constant ringing sound of the phone on his bedside table. He reached for it and held it to his ear. “Step over to the window overlooking the construction site” came a sinister voice on the other end of the phone. Jake obeyed and made his way to his bedroom window. The voice spoke again. “Count to ten slowly, then jump as high as you can. Jake did not recognise this voice. “Who are you?” he asked. “I am merely a figment of your imagination now jump!” Jake leaped up into the air as high as he could. Suddenly the crane at the construction sight twisted around and the arm came crashing through his window. Jake landed on top of the cranes arm as it rotated back around. Jake had been feeling tired and his eyes were heavy, but now he was wide awake and almost peeing himself. Still holding the phone against the side of his head Jake screamed “what the hell is going on” Jake heard the sound of ripping and twisting metal and the voice replied “sit back and enjoy the ride”. The crane collapsed making the arm of the crane almost like a slide. Jake slid down the cranes arm screaming the whole way down. The tip of the cranes arm fell just a few centimeters from the window of a metallic black Cadillac Escalade. Jake continued to slide down the arm of the crane. The Cadillac’s passenger window opened. Jake slid through the open window and landed in the passenger seat unharmed. “Who the hell are you!” screamed Jake. No one replied. All of the locks on the doors clicked down and the window came up, trapping Jake inside. The engine started on it’s own. Jake bashed against the passenger window of the car as it took off through the construction site. Jake had already tried unlocking the doors and winding down the windows. The large vehicle powered through the construction site knocking down everything in it’s path. It drove up the fallen crane arm like a ramp and jumped over the wooden fence, stopping people from accessing the construction site. The oversized vehicle landed on a main road, having to swerve on landing, to avoid being hit by oncoming traffic. The cadillac did a U-turn and barreled down the streets in the other direction. It weaved between traffic, crashed over curbs, sped along the sidewalks and crushed civilians. It pulled up to the bank and the door opened. Jakes cell phone started ringing. “Get out of the car and look the trunk” ordered the voice, sounding even more sinister. The passenger door opened and Jake scrambled out of the car. “I said check the trunk” yelled the voice. Jake made his way to the back of the, now dented vehicle. He opened the trunk. Terror struck across Jakes face, as he saw several gun cases carrying heavy semi automatic machine guns. The voice spoke again. “Use the guns to kill everyone inline for the ATM” “Hell no” screamed Jake. Everyone in the line turned to face him. The voice spoke “I can make your life hell, I will if you don’t shoot them. Jake knew he wasn’t lying. He reached for an MP5 and held it shakily, pointing towards the soon to be victims. “I’m so sorry” Jake apologized in advance, reluctant to squeeze the trigger. “Please don’t kill me” screamed the civilians. A series of loud cracks came from deep within Jakes gun as he squeezed and held the trigger. Screams of pain and defeat came from the victims as they dropped to the ground. “Good said the man on the other end of the phone. Put in your bank account number on the ATM”. Jake walked up to the ATM and punched in his number. The small screen said max cash eighty two billion six hundred and ninety thousand three hundred and seventy two dollars. “Print out eight and a half thousand dollars, thats all that is left in the machine. Jake done as he was told.

Comment: Great story catches the reader in the first paragraph it puts a pitcher in your mind straight away also you used a really good selection of words. It jumped to te next place a bit quickly but other wise it was great.