` unknown identity :: fear of the unknown .

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[ please, NO posting! this is still a work in progress/no posting allowed yet. ]

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✈ Yeah, we gotta start
Looking at the hands of the time we've been given
If this is all we got and we gotta start thinking
If every second counts on a clock that's ticking
Gotta live like we're dying.

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[phenomenon]

↠ ｔａｂｌｅ ｏｆ ｃｏｎｔｅｎｔｓ. ↞
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➸ ｉｎｔｒｏｄｕｃｔｉｏｎ
➸ ｃｈａｐｔｅｒ ｓｅｌｅｃｔｉｏｎ
➸ ｐｒｏｌｏｇｕｅ
➸ ａｕｔｈｏｒ'ｓ ｎｏｔｅ
➸ ｃｈａｒａｃｔｅｒｓ
➸ ｃｈａｐｔｅｒ ｏｎｅ
➸ ｐｏｓｔ
➸ ｐｏｓｔ
➸ ｐｏｓｔ

↠ ＣＨＡＰＴＥＲ ＳＥＬＥＣＴＩＯＮ ↞
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➸ ｐｒｏｌｏｇｕｅ :: status; complete
➸ ｃｈａｐｔｅｒ ｏｎｅ :: lincoln's POV status; finished (editing)

[phenomenon]

"ＨＯＷ ＩＴ ＡＬＬ ＢＥＧＡＮ...Ｉ'Ｍ ＮＯＴ ＳＯ ＳＵＲＥ."

-----Alarms blared as the intruder's heart thudded against his chest. His face showed nothing besides panting for breath. But his eyes had a wild look in them. Whether it was fear or frustration was unknown. He dashed down the hall and slid as he turned the sharp corner. Red lights flashed and he could hear yelling not far behind him. This wasn't how it was supposed to go.
-----Suddenly, a man stepped out of one of the open doors. His eyes widened as he saw the intruder running towards him. "Hey! You're not authorized to be here!"
-----These guys... The intruder saw he wasn't going to get past without a fight and rammed into the man. He quickly twisted in mid-ram so the man was slammed against the wall. He turned so his back was facing the man and dug his elbow into his opponent's stomach. The man bent over in a wince and that gave a perfect opportunity. The infiltrator wacked the man on the back of his neck. He watched his opponent hit the floor out cold. Quickly, he reached down and grabbed the gun from the man's belt. He managed to snatch an extra mag right before his pursuers turned the corner. But the intruder was faster. They briefly caught the teenage boy round the corner.
-----The teenage intruder was not some ametuer. He had done training for this. This wasn't his first mission either. But it was the first one ever to backfire on him. And amazingly, he was still alive. Barely.
-----Skidding as he rushed back over to a door he had passed. There was a sign on the right to the door. Transportation? They better have something fast here. The boy thought as he opened the door and quickly closed it behind him. He peeked out small bullet-proof window. The group of people who were chasing him ran right past the door without a glance in his direction. He sighed and leaned against the door for a breather. He flashed open his eyes and noticed two men who seemed to be mechanics staring at him with stunned expressions. He put on a weak grin and looked around large room as he did so. It appeared to be an aircraft hangar. What's fast and preferably...well, fast in here? And...grounded. "Hey, guys...working on an...engine or something...? The boy wanted to smack himself right now. Working on an engine? Stupid. Just stupid!
-----The two pretty well-muscled mechanics looked at each other and than back at the boy.
-----Time to leave. The intruder made a mad dash down the center of what appeared to be a path between two small planes. He heard the men yell in some foreign language that the boy was too busy to translate right now. He was a little tired from his running around the labyrinth of hallways so he couldn't fight both of those men right now. So he would have to rely on his speed and endurance for this.
-----Okay, okay. The boy thought as he raced past random parts of planes and whole planes. Look for something to escape in... possibly a CAR. He half doubted he would find a car in here. But dang, this place was enormous. He was certain he passed a few full sized jets in here. He turned right and let a couple times to hopefully confuse the men. But they probably knew their way around here better than he did. Either way, it wouldn't matter much longer. Because he saw a section where there was no planes. Instead of the aircrafts, there was some pretty good-looking cars.
-----The teenager slowed to a halt and leaned over as he gasped for air. He glanced over his shoulder and saw no one behind him. But he knew he was still being chased because he could hear heavy footsteps and yelling. It was Russian. He had time to determine the language now. Judging by their footsteps, they were going to be here in about seven seconds. That was just enought time to get the heck out of here.
-----Running down a row of cars, (he would have liked to stop and admire that Aston Martin or that Lamborghini over there...), his mind raced about which car he should take. Yes, he should just pick the first car he sees and race out of there. But he was thinking ahead, as always. There was some rough terrain outside and he needed a car that could handle it. A super car would be nice, but if he really wanted to survive, he needed a tough car.
-----The intruder glanced behind him to see the two men at the edge of the car field. They spotted him and began to run down the same row as he was in. Okay, pick now! The teenager ended up jumping into a black Ford F-150. Alright, this, I know, can handle terrain. This just better be fast! Luckily, the keys were included. Turning on the engine, he pressed on the gas. The truck lurched forward with unexpected, amazing speed. It slammed right into the Thunderbird in the front row. Oops. The intruder turned the steering wheel and drove around the now toltled Thunderbird. They have plenty of other cars. It's just a Thunderbird. ...A nice Thunderbird. Why was he even feeling bad? Speeding up, the boy swung a left. He remembered a garage sort of door across the hangar. He turned right and saw it was closed. Forgot about that. Minor details. He opened the window and pulled out his gun. He wasn't a great sniper, but he did pass the target test. With a foot still on the gas pedal, he aimed for the control panel on the left of the garage door. He shot once, twice, bingo! The door was actually two doors and began to open. Faster! Faster! The boy clenched his teeth as he held his breath. Was he going to make it through the gap? He zipped through the open gap and came out only scraping the right side and breaking the rear-view mirror on the same side. YES.
-----But the trespasser's victory was short-lived. He saw two jeeps with men on the roof on his tail. Where did they come from? It didn't matter now. What got the boy's attention was the two men on top of the cars. They had machine guns. Perfect.
-----The boy ducked as the first wave of bullets crashed through the rear window. He peeked up to make sure he wasn't going to drive into a lake or something. He was on a highway, but a forest surrounded it. There were a few lakes near the road, as he recalled. So, driving into a lake would be highly inconvenient at this time.
-----He needed to get rid of these guys. But the plan that formed in his head was crazy. Good enough. The boy slammed on the brakes but quickly pressed on the gas pedal again so that the pursuing cars were right next to him on either side. This was stupidly crazy. He was going to get shot! Pulling out his gun, the teen aimed it out the window and fired it at the jeep on his left. Luckily, they had rolled down their bullet-proof windows to try to shoot him. As a result, both the driver and passenger were killed. The first jeep started losing control. To help it out, the boy turned the steering wheel and rammed the jeep against the railing on the side of the road. He ducked as bullets flew just above his head. The man on top of the jeep was thrown off as the whole car flipped and crashed. One down, one to go.
-----It wasn't going to be easy... The jeep had moved to a safer and more cautious distance. The boy watched as the jeep sped up and moved in front of him. He was questioning their motives when he saw the man turned the machine gun around and point it directly at him. In mild panic, (very mild), the boy pressed the gas and slammed into the back of the jeep. Bullets were flying and the sound of popping tires joined them. The teenager's eyes widened as he was losing control of his truck and quickly jerked the wheel to the right. The jeep was driving around crazily without a man on the roof and crashed into the side of the Ford. The boy winced at the impact. The airbags just blew up as he saw his truck drive halfway down a ramp and crash into a tree.
-----The boy blinked open his eyes and heard sirens blaring. In panic, he immediately sat up. He crawled out of the doorway since the door itself was no longer closed and barely attatched to the truck. He fell to the ground on his shoulder and let out a cry of pain. The sound of footsteps and yells made him gets up and flee. He crashed through bushes and almost ran into a few pine trees all the while holding his left shoulder. He glanced behind him and didn't see anyone chasing him. It didn't look like any of his pursuers had survived. After all, the jeep was upside down and on fire. But he kep on running through the woods. After a while of blind running, his vision was starting to blur and his legs suddenly failed. He collapsed in exhaustion and pain under a smaller oak. He blacked out.

"ＢＵＴ Ｉ ＤＯ ＫＮＯＷ ＯＮＥ ＴＨＩＮＧ, Ｉ'Ｍ ＡＦＴＥＲ ＭＹ ＩＤＥＮＴＩＴＹ."

[phenomenon]

The dream is fading, now I'm staring at the door.
I know it's over cause my feet have hit the cold floor.
Check my reflection, I ain't feelin' what I see.
It's no mystery.
Whatever happened to a passion I could live for?
What became of the flame that made me feel more?

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↠ ａｕｔｈｏｒ'ｓ ｎｏｔｅ. ↞
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-----So, this was another idea of mine. I decided to turn this into an action and adventure story thread. I can't tell you much about it, since it'll spoil the plot and the story itself. But please know that this is my idea and my story. I thought of this myself so please do not steal! I constantly browse the forums and mods lurk around. None of the images are mine. They are copyrighted by their owners but I did edit all of them but one. (which is the first photo on this thread) And please, do not post unless I give you permission to. Thank you. c:
-----Now, back to the story. Sorry for the long prologue...I tend to make quite unintentional long posts. xD It's how I roll. I mean, it's just how I write and roleplay. So when I write chapters, expect them to take a little longer because I'll probably be making them long.
-----You may be thinking "the main character is a boy! but aren't you a girl?". This is true. I am a girl writing about a boy from his perspective. I wanted a challenge, so I decided to make it from a boy's point of view. However, I will have, as you could say, "sub"-Main characters along with my Main character to write out. So, I won't have to stick with Lincoln all the time. But yes, he is the Main character of this story.
-----Yes, I do have another (larger) story called "Portal Alaska" and it does have characters named Lincoln, Juliana, and etc (if I decided to add). I just like the names, and I do somewhat keep the personalities. But it's a diferent setting, plot, and such. And this is basically Lincoln's POV. But I will do other character POV's occassionally.
-----this is a wip. PM for any questions or comments, please! c;

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↠ Ｌｉｎｃｏｌｎ Ｒｙｄｅｒ • • •

my name is lincoln. lincoln ryder...i think. the thing is, i don't remember who i am. i just know my name. i can't remember how i got here or why i am here. i do remember that i'm seventeen years old and born on...january thirtieth, i think. i just can't remember anything and it's really frustrating me. i have flashbacks but it's more like i have extreme vertigo. the world spins and i nearly black out. if i do knock out, when i wake up, i wake up in a cold sweat and i'm literally gasping for air. i just...i'm going to find out what's going on.

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let me tell you a little more....lincoln has short blonde hair with eyes that range from sky blue to a deep mediterranean sea. depending on the light, it can change colors from hazel to brown, to blue to green. he is very reserved, hard-core, and basically unemotional. he is seventeen and born on january thirtieth. he is very athletic and likes extreme sports. anything physically or mentally challenging is an invitation to him. he doesn't really know how to enjoy life. he's been through the bloody and gritty to the high end and fancy, but nothing makes him enjoy anything unless it's hard-core and perilous. rarely cracking a smile or showing any signs of enthusaism, he strikes everyone as the serious and to the point type. he's new around here and the group just met him. he's quite mysterious and he claims he doesn't remember why he's here or how he got here.

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this is juliana chase... she's sixteen years old and born on the second of august. she is very intelligent, but pretty anti-social. she rather read books or go to museums all day long instead of shopping at the mall or hanging with other teenagers. she loves mental challenges like puzzles, riddles, amd mysteries. she is a quick-thinking and excels in strategy in any game/situation. her secret hobby is archery and she is known to be quite the sharpshooter too. being a "strategist" and the "logical one" of her ring of friends, she tends to see things that others can't. she questions everything and uses her knowledge to her advantage. overall, she's pretty fun to hang around with.

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juliana has dark chocolate brown hair that is either in a ponytail, down, or in a braid. her eyes are a warm coffee brown and her smile lights up any room. she's very optimistic about things as is not very outgoing unlike her friends. she doesn't care much about fashion and is more of a tomboy. video games, biking in the woods, or horseback riding are some of her favorite things to do. she loves to read and is usually found often in the library or outside in the woods reading. she likes to follow rules and just really "stay low" in a sense. attention is not something she really wants. unlike her friends who giggle about every boy in town.

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ｃｈａｐｔｅｒ; ｏｎｅ
“ ｄａｙ ｏｎｅ'ｓ ｗｒａｔｈ. ”

→ health damage: dehydrated, hungry, sore - injured shoulder, minor scratches, extreme headache

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-----I blinked open my eyes to bright light. My eyes adjusted and I looked around. There was a window with light streaming in to my left. Judging by the amount of light, it must still be morning. Ten o'clock, perhaps? Then my brain started working again. I frowned. Why was I in a room? Wasn't I lying in a...a... Suddenly pain struck my head and I winced. It passed and let me confused and with panic slowly rising up. I slowly sat up because my head was still mildly throbbing. I needed to get out of here. Why? Because I just know I wasn't planned to be here. I let out a cry of pain as I set my left hand on the bed and put pressure on it. I clutched my left shoulder with my right hand. Great. What did I do? Tear a tendon? I thought half sarcastically. Okay, shut up. Get it together.
-----But just as I was about to attempt another go at escaping, the door opened to reveal a tall, clean-shaven man with a warm smile on his face. I stiffened and automatically began to study him. He wasn't in a position where he could easily attack me. He wasn't tense or stiff, he was actually pretty relaxed. His face had a smile on it and it seemed genuine, but a smile could mean many things. I blinked. How did I just evaluate all that?
-----"Hello there, young man. I'm glad you woke up. But I heard you cry out. Is everything okay?" The man spoke with a pleasant voice, but I didn't care about how he sounded at all. For all I knew, he was my current enemy.
-----I let my right hand drop from its grip on my throbbing left shoulder and narrowed my eyes. "Who are you? How do I know I can trust you?"
-----The man seemed quite surprised at my outburst. But I wasn't in a mood to be nice. After a few seconds, he recovered himself with a small smile. "I, um, excuse me. I'm Jonathan Chase. This is my house. And, ah, I think you can trust me. I could have left you out in the forest and let you die. But, I didn't. Is that enough for you?"
-----Haha, this guy thought he was funny. I stayed silent for a few moments to collect my thoughts and strategize. "Good enough, I suppose. Now, if you excuse me, I need to get going..." I stood up and began to walk toward to doorway. I had no idea why I just said that. I can't even remember where I'm supposed to go if I even need to go there. I was just instinctively moving. My head started hurting as I walked towards the door. Everything was a blur. My thoughts were scattered and I had no idea how I got here, where I was supposed to be going, or why I was even here.
-----Before I could walk out of the room, with surprising speed, Jonathan Chase immediately blocked my path. "Where are you going in such a hurry? I don't want to seem like I'm kidnapping you or anything, but I feel like it's my responsibility to make you stay here until you're up to full health."
-----I didn't even look at the man's face. I glanced to my left and noticed a floor to ceiling mirror screwed onto the wall. I was in terrible shape, I had to admit. My left shoulder was obviously swollen from my point of view. My face was muddy and bloody. I had multiple scratches on my exposed limbs. But for some reason, a thought popped in my head. I had been in worse situations that this. But I just couldn't remember what they were or why I was in those situations. Trying to clear my thoughts enough to think for the moment, I just stood there looking away.
-----I heard the man let out a small sigh. "Listen, how about you stay here for a couple days? Just to recover from..."
-----I looked up at Mr. Chase's face and studied it. He was avoiding my glance and rubbing his neck nervously. He was afraid of who I was and what I had been through. True my first impression on him wasn't the best. I seemed like a dangerous teenager who has seen too much. I tried not too think too hard on what had happened. I just couldn't remember anything.
-----A few silent moments passed as both our brains struggled to find the right words. Mr. Chase was the first to speak. "Um...how about you take a rinse? Just to wash off all the grit and stop infection. Then we can tend to the rest of your wounds. Sound good?"
-----I didn't look his way. I gave a curt nod and looked slightly downward. Was I embarrassed? Was I ashamed? I don't know. I just didn't know.
"The bathroom in right over there." -----I did look up to see Mr. Chase point to another room, which was obviously the bathroom, to the left of him. For me, it was to the right. I looked into the bathroom through the open door. From here, it didn't seem like there were any traps laid out. Silly, perhaps. But sometimes, in certain situations, paranoia is the best thing you can have.
-----Without another glance at the man, I walked into the bathroom.
"I'll have a change of clothes ready for you when you come out. I'll just put it on the bed." -----Mr. Chase said with a happy tone in his voice. He seemed pleased that went well, I thought. That only confirmed that he was nervous on meeting me. Well he should be, I thought as I closed the bathroom door. I look dangerous for one reason. I am.
-----Man, when was the last time I took a warm and decent shower? Well, don't ask me. Because I can't flipping remember! My swollen shoulder turned out to be very bruised. When I looked into the mirror, it was several shades of a purple and blue. Not too extreme, but definitely injured and painful. The hot water pouring over it stung, but nonetheless relaxed it. My other minor scratches weren't too back either. The soap stung as I had to scrub off the dirt which reopened the cuts. But that pain would be worth it. Things like blood-poisoning were not on my list of things to have. I did find those chance of clothes as Jonathan Chase had said. I slipped into the fresh new slim cargo pants and navy blue t-shirt. They fit alright and I was satisfied to a point where I wasn't going to just change back into my dirty clothes.
-----I really didn't know what to do after that. Open the door and explore? Sounds ideal. I opened the bedroom door and took a peek out. Outside the room was what looked like a family room and a kitchen around the corner to the right. It seemed safe. No cameras or whatnot. I paused a moment to sigh. My mind was thinking on its own. I didn't know what I was even thinking about. I just needed a moment to sit and think... But right now, I didn't know where I really was. It wasn't safe here. Yet, at least.
-----I stepped out of my room and paused to look around. Mr. Chase didn't seem to be nearby. I didn't see anyone else either. Assuming it was safe enough for a quick look around, I stepped out into the open. Everything was going fine until I heard footsteps. I turned too late and ran smack into someone walking my way.
-----Someone screamed and boxes filled with random objects tumbled out. I grunted as someone landed on me. After a couple seconds of stun, I reached my right hand up and took a stuffed giant teddy bear off my face. I opened my eyes to see surprised brown ones looking straight back at me. A girl about my age, but possibly younger, was staring at me with a shocked expression. Her dark brown hair was tied back in a high pony tail but was now a bit ruffled up from the crash. I was just as surprised as she was. My shoulder was throbbing and in pain again. But I ignored it.
-----Finally, after a couple long seconds of intense staring, the girl quickly scrambled off of me and pushed her bangs behind her ear. She sat back down and never took her brown eyes off of me. I didn't take mine off her. What was she going to do? Pull out a knife? Raise the alarm? She was obviously trembling and her eyes spoke fear. "W-who are you? What are you doing in my house?"
-----Before I could speak, I heard running footsteps coming in our direction. It was Mr. Chase. "Jules! What-oh..." He saw me as he said that and I scowled slightly. He helped "Jules" up and offered a hand to me. I declined it by standing up myself and carefully remembering not to put any pressure on my left hand as I did so. "Sorry. This is my daughter, Juliana."
-----I gave Juliana a curt nod with no expression whatsoever on my face. I was irritated and mad for some reason. My shoulder was on fire again and I just wasn't in a good mood. I think frustration is the best word for it.
"Juliana, this is..." Mr. Chase looked at me with an asking expression. Juliana had her arms folded and looked at me expectantly with a slightly annoyed look.
-----Who was I? That was a good question. My mind raced to find an answer and suddenly it hit me. I spoke before I could stop myself. "Lincoln Ryder. My name is Lincoln Ryder."

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word count: 1,651 → status: finished (editing) → POV: lincoln

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