Saturday, August 6, 2016

Prologue-Kyle Moore

     Jace walked down the wide hallway in the dark. He wasn't supposed to be here at this unGodly hour but he was. Trying to secretly workout so no one knew was a hard task when you couldn't afford any local gyms. Jace had found a door that was old with an ancient lock that he was able to pick and had managed to never set the alarm off for the past three years. Tonight was going to be a shock. He stepped into the weight room, RING RING RING, it continued as he turn and sprinted for the door he came in. He had made it ten feet down the hall when he was hit from his right with something that pulled his body in and left him weak and not in control of his body. The police officer stared rigth into his face as he lay there drooling all over the floor. He could feel the wet on his ear, but he couldn't do anything about it. The police officer cuffed him, then dragged him to the back of what he could only assume was a police car. Driving down the road the police officer shut the window to the backseat of the vehicle and stared straight ahead focusing on why he was doing this. His kids needed him at home. Jace fell over in the seat heavily, popping his back over the seat belt buckles. He couldn't feel a thing in his body, and he slept. He didn't sleep normally, but passed out from lack of oxygen in his compressed lungs and edgy motion sickness. Three hours later the car stopped and out of the backseat the police officer dragged Jace up five steps into a run down building. They stopped and Jace woke up sitting in a chair with hands cuffed to the back and his feet duct taped to the legs of the chair.
     "Where am I?" Jace asked remembering all too late that he said the most cliche line in the book.
     "Well, If you must know, your right where you should be. At the mercy of The Judge." A deep voice from his right answered him. Only one light was on and it shined straight down on him, from the corner of his eyes Jace saw a pair of sandals, memorizing their special features like the leather straps attached to the metal sole's.
     "Jace. I will only ask you this once. Why do you do it?" The shoes took a step forward letting the end of an ancient style japanese cloak show to the knees. Jace didn't know what exacty he was referring to, but he assumed the secret working out.
     "I do it for discipline, Work, and Fun." Jace looked directly in front of him at the wall. The Judge walked around to face him. He had a small face, with a pointy nose and bushy eyebrows. His full brown hair pushed back into a puffy lump.
      "You seem to be very fit, I guess you could say you do some... unconventional, training? Ninjutsu? I haven't seen anyone resurrect this much of ninjutsu in one year as you. What is it for? CIA? FBI? Movie acting? A female?" At hearing the words a female Jace blushed and looked at his feet.
     "Ahhhh. I knew it. I have a deal for you..."

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