A/N: After 3 months of trying to write this chapter in first person but observing the events in a third person way (Can't describe it.) I gave up.
These were the first lines:
Walking down the street with a desert horizon behind his back, was me.
It can't be.
But it was. And in his--my hand was a bright orange grenade with a green clip. No doubt about it. My eyes were aimed strait at me.
...And every sentence after that was pure garbage. I was supposed to describe the scene from an older work in the tone, but I just couldn't do it. Maybe when I get better at writing I'll try it in that way again because I like how it was turning out, I just don't have the ability to write in that way yet.
So I went back to first person, tried leaving more hints to the mystery and here it is:
Chapter 1 – Twelve seconds
I had twelve seconds to save the world.
The thumps in my chest were agonizing. I breathed in only to feel the sharp spike of pain.
My hands were trembling as I reached into my grenade pouch and took out the powerful TW-765 grenade.
I admired the device that was about to simultaneously kill me and save billions of lives. It was bright orange, with a green safety pin.
I unclipped the grenade. This was it. Bright flashes of the past blinded me.
"Mom—don't do it!"
Both corners of her mouth curled upwards slowly as tears like wax flowed down her cheeks.
"I can't bear such a burden, Felix. I can't..." She had a revolver pressed against her temple.
My face was burning with rage. I couldn't believe what she was about to do.
I screamed. My Mom. Cowards way out? No chance in hell. My feet slammed on the tiles, leaving cracks.
"I won't let you do it Mom! I won't let you!"
She pulled the trigger. BANG!
The flash shimmered away and in front of me appeared a huge warehouse made of iron. Souls of the dead sent an intimidating chill that warned me I was about to join them.
I took a deep, yet short breath. This was it. My finest hour. My call of duty. (A/N:Couldn't resist!) It was time for me to leave my impact on the world.
I am about to die.
After I accepted that fact, I charged through the door to find bullets already slamming into my bullet proof vest. It was either a miracle by God or my sheer willpower that kept me on my feet. I felt intense burning and realized that the bullet had pierced through it as my heart accelerated and sent a rushing sensation throughout me. (A/N: Yeah...run on sentence.) Explosive liquid flooded my throat and sent a metallic taste in my mouth. I coughed it up and kept moving, as the rush grew stronger. The whole thing was a suicide mission, launching an attack on the most dangerous organization in the history of mankind as a single man.
Nobody bothered to shoot at me more, they were probably either low on ammunition or hesitant to waste it on scum like me. I was beginning to think I overestimated them, though. After they shot me they just went on about their business, never thinking that I could be a suicide mission. The moment they knew I was seconds away from death's door they just looked away. Still, it was too late for regrets. I had to complete my mission.
A man (whom appeared to be moving in slow-motion) with a smug expression on his face and wearing a ski cap jumped down from the rails to intercept me. His fist shot towards my head in arc. Even though his fist was moving slow, I was in too much pain to do anything but keep running forward. He clobbered me, but I twisted my neck to avoid most of the damage. Despite my efforts, everything in my left eye instantly turned white and I staggered backwards a few feet. Well, I was fighting a grunt from this organization. The man raised his fist high in a vertical angle, preparing for a chopping right. Smirking, I raised the grenade parallel to his face.
I don't care what organization you're in, or how strong you are; if somebody thrusts an unclipped grenade in your face you're going to panic. I used his hesitation to my advantage and sent my knee crashing into his groin. He fell to his knees with a wail.
I stepped on his head and pressed downward. (A/N: Itsa me! Mario!) I felt myself flying in midair.
I hesitated for a millisecond, but then sensed bullets racing towards my back.
I flung my grenade as hard as I could into the air vault.
An orange mushroom. Heat replaced the amazing rush, and smothered me. I heard cracking, and then all the feelings inside of me went numb. Another flash…
Flowing brown hair. Tan skin. Water and amber eyes. Lips…Lips…? Lips? What? I focused so hard, I could feel a vein popping out of my brain. Lips…a face…ahhh. A girl was kissing me. I was at school. The test…This happened in 8th grade, when--
The image was gone.
The sun was really bright, but the shine was totally gray. A magnificent sight. Wait a second, why was I outside? A woman who looked shockingly similar to the girl in my vision was standing above me with tears in her eyes. Why was she crying? Didn't she see how beautiful the sun looked?
"That's…odd." I closed my eyes and smiled.
Somehow, I knew. Four tasks had just been assigned to me.
One: Get the girl.
Two: Find A-765's rival organization.
Three: Recruit others for the cause.
Four: Save the world from total destruction.
I wake screaming. My body bolts upwards, as cold sweat floods down my face. My head throbs so terribly I clutch it.
This is going to be one helluva summer.
Chapter 2 of A-765: The Bear from 3rd Grade
"You alright, Felix?"
My mom calls from downstairs.
"Yea-yeah." I felt my heartbeat steady.
"Just a nightmare."
"Well...Um...Are you hungry?"
"Not really. I'll whip something up in the kitchen later."
I sit up and turn on the TV with my remote.
Some sitcom was on, and since I hate the sound of laugh tracks I turned it back off. I curl myself into a ball. My fingers are trembling. I can't stop them.
Feeling the need to talk to something, I picked up my old Teddy bear from 3rd grade and hold it to my face. It has big adorable black eyes, a white chest and red vest. It's fur color is brown.
"So, do you have any idea on what's going on here?"
My bear stares at me blankly. I throw it across the room, ashamed I actually expected an answer.
"Actually, I do."
I look around. Who said that?
"'The bear' did. Isn't it about time you named me? For Pete's sake, you're in 8th grade. It's been five years since we meet. A name is long overdue, my friend."
Panic starts to settle into my stomach. No, calm down. The part of me still sane says. I call him-it(?) Brain. Someone's playing a trick on you. You might as well humor them. I pick up my bear from off the floor.
"I've gone insane, haven't I?" I ask it.
"Nope. I'm really talking." "Your lips aren't moving, though."
"So? YOU can hear me, correct?"
"Well, yeah." I scratch my head.
"Then that's all that matters."
I sigh. "Alright then. If I haven't gone insane prove it to me by screaming out 'I'm bored!' and if my mom hears you, then I'm not."
"No can do. Only you can hear me."
I feel panic creeping in once more. I flip the bear over and put its back to my ear. No sound. I throw the bear on the ground and step on it. ("Ouch!")No hidden equipment. I look out my window. Nobody there.
I sit back on my bed in curl into a ball once more. This can't be happening. I really am going insane. Fool! You're too smart for that. You've got to get a grip. If you can hear it then you've got to believe this is reality. I know it's hard, but I can't think of another way. I take a deep breath. Brain's right. I've got to have faith in my sanity.
I pick up the bear once more.
"You done abusing your favorite toy?"
My mom walks into my room right on time for me to tell a teddy bear to shut up. Her jet black hair is very frizzled. In her brown eyes I could see worry.
" Are you OK, son?"
I have no idea what to say. "Um...yeah?" She stares at me with genuine fear before turning away and exiting. From then on I spoke to my bear in a whisper.
"Alright, thing." I hiss as I squeeze it hard. "Why is this happening, why did I have such an insane dream, and why are you talking!"
"So many 'Why's'! Alright then, Felix my boy, I'll fill you in on your quest. Let's get the most shocking thing out of the way right now...That dream you had last night? It was real."
I shake my head. "It can't be tr--"
"I'm afraid it is. In six years, six months, and twenty days, you and you alone will stand against the black organization...and die."
My life is thrown into fate's hands.
(Chapter 2 is a very early rough draft that I need heavy criticism on.)
Chap 3 expert so you guys aren't confused:
Believe it or not, I'm a smart guy. I've already figured out what some of the dream meant. The bear simply confirmed the truth I refused to accept, which, I can tell you, is a horrible feeling.