Darkest Part Of My Imagination

Chapter 1

The kid in the back of the classroom stands up with a smile on his face. What are you waiting for?, he said. Jagg wakes up. Another dream of what used to be. Another sight of the past that cannot be changed. Another moment in time that was so close it could be touched. Jagg stood up and quickly studied his surroundings. The burning building in the background, the cold air that wrapped around him as if it was choking him.

He started to walk down the old abandoned street that was once an intelligence society. As he walked his long black cloak flapped in the wind. His dark black hair casted a shadow of its own as he walked through the ruins of the city. His face was filled with paranoia, ready for anything that would happen. He felt the wind start to blow, from the way his face looked you could tell he was waiting for something to happen.

He tensely grabbed his sword by the handle and stood looking around in a sharply matter. He heard marching and glared over the hillside of the city. He watched them come over the hill one by one. They marched side by side suffocating everything they could see. Anything that could breath wouldn’t stand a chance against them. Another city to become dust before the everlasting march of these soldiers.

Jagg quickly came back to life from the daze of the soldiers. He looked quickly for a place to hide. Glancing around he seen an old store that looked like it had been blown too pieces, though it was intact unlike some of the other buildings that were in the city. He ran to the entrance of the store and looked around inside for a secure place to hide.

He noticed a door in the back. The basement he said to himself. He ran to the door and down into the basement. He could hear the sounds of there boots beating against the floor. For a moment everything became silent. The door at the top of the stairs opened and the footsteps became his heartbeat.

Beat…Beat…Beat… after a moment he could see lights beaming into the room. Only a few seconds left before they found him. He closed his eyes and started to dream of times that he cherished most in life.

A very bright light began to shine on the front of his eye lids. When he opened his eyes he saw a sunset. He was lying on a hillside with his friends from high school. He stood up and began to stare at them. They looked back at him and asked what was wrong. Questions started coming into Jagg’s mind.

What is this? Is this hell? Or was the whole thing a dream? No… It wasn’t a dream it was… real. Staring at them and looking into there faces made him want to cry. He quickly ran off to see his parents, his home. The house was just as he remembered. The white ran down paint. The brown shutters that had been half way torn off. The old wooden door with the rusty hinges. He walked up to the door and heard yelling from inside the house.

He put his ear up to the door to try to figure out what they were yelling about. Then out of nowhere the door quickly opened knocking him to the ground. Everything became blurry for him. He saw 3 large men with white suits come out of the house. The one in the middle said something to Jagg as he lay there not knowing what was going on. We’ve been searching for you, he said with a deep voice. As Jagg’s vision slowly came back he saw that the man in the middle was pointing a gun at him.

His heart started beating fast as he stared at the tall figures. What is this? Jagg screams out. The man in white says slowly, your future. The man then puts a bullet into the chamber of the gun. Jagg closes his eyes as tight as he can listening to the sound of his heartbeat. Beat… Beat… Beat… Jagg then heard the gun shot go off. He didn’t feel anything pierce his body. Opening his eyes to see what happened darkness surrounded him. He was back in the basement.

Still listening to his heartbeat he could hear the steady pounding of boots on the floor. A soldier quickly came into view holding his flashlight. He saw Jagg and fired a shot at him. Jagg quickly ducked down and grabbed his sword. The second shot fired, Jagg started to run towards the soldier. By the time the third shot fired Jagg’s sword slashed through the soldier’s torso. Jagg whipped off his sword on the soldiers shirt and placed his sword back into its sheath. Bad memories never die he said to himself.

Jagg looked around to see if any soldiers heard the gunshots. No, he was safe for now. He picked up the soldier’s gun and strapped it to his back. Walking up the stairs he could no longer hear the loud marching of the soldiers. He walked out into the street and checked for any sign of the soldiers. There gone, he said to himself. Another bad memory to be locked away in his imagination. Jagg began to walk down the road of the city. Heading towards his colony hidden in the mountains. As he walked he saw the footprints of the soldier’s. No he whispered to himself, Not to the colony.