Chapter One: Dazed and Confused
I was riding my bike home with a couple bags of groceries. The store was just down the street from my apartment, so it wasn't very far. Though my car being broken didn't help; if anything, it just put me in more debt. Trying to survive off a fast food restaurant salary wasn't helping either.
As I passed by my car, I stopped and glare at it. "Screw you too… I'm just kidding! I love you, car. Please don't screw me over anymore. I'm already in the hole enough as it is." I got off my bike, placed my head on the hood of the car and began to stroke it.
'First chance I get, I'm selling your sorry ass and buying another car.'
Suddenly, there was a loud popping sound. I jumped up, almost falling over, and began to look around. I looked at my car and saw that one of my tires had popped.
"Shit! It can read my thoughts!" I grabbed my bike and bags and ran back inside. Slamming the door behind me, I leaned against it and slowly slid down to the ground. I looked up at my clock; it was a little after one. Staring blankly and sighing, I stood back up and put my groceries away.
I was pretty hot from the bike ride so, I decided to wash my face to help it cool down. Washing my hair would also help since it was shaggy and going down to my neck. I heard that having a darker hair color can also make you warmer but I never really bothered to look it up. That's something I would need to do since I have black hair.
Looking at my reflection, I focused on my light brown eyes. I couldn't decide if I inherited them from my mom or dad. I know I inherited my brown skin from my mom.
"I'm gonna go with my dad for my eyes." For some odd reason, I looked Asian with long hair. I could never figure out why. My mom is Mexican, and my dad white, so I had no idea where the Asian look came from. I just shrugged and walked over to my bed.
"Now then, let's play on the lappy until work." I kicked off my shoes and socks and laid down. Reaching to my side, I opened up my laptop. One of the best parts of living alone was being able to do whatever you wanted without worry of being caught. So, I did what came naturally to a nineteen year old teenager. Look up endless amounts of hentai.
As I began to type in 'Final Fantasy', my laptop suddenly shut down. "What the?" I stared at my laptop with a blank expression for a moment before trying to turn it back on. Nothing happened. I checked to see if it was plugged in properly and tried again. Still, nothing happened. Panicking, I started hitting the power button over and over again.
"No no no no no! My hentai! Why!?" Defeated, I set my laptop aside and stared blankly at the ceiling. To be fair, I shouldn't have been looking it up to begin with, so I deserved it. Still, my laptop just crapped out on me and it was my only source of entertainment. With the amount of debt I was in, it was going to be a while before I could buy anything else.
"Well, might as well take a nap." Being the lazy guy that I am, I left my wallet and phone in my pocket. I also had a set of ear buds in there. Every now and then I liked to listen to music on my phone. It was a cheap android.
For some reason, I suddenly grew very tired. As soon as I set my alarm clock, I fell asleep. I didn't have a dream. I just felt a strong sensation of my entire body being pulled, hard. It hurt a lot. My body began to burn as though I were on fire. I wanted to scream, but I couldn't open my mouth.
Every few seconds there was a bump. I tried focusing on that. Somehow, it seemed to work. Counting every three seconds, there would be a bump. Slowly, the burning went away. The bumping, on the other hand, that stayed.
I started to hear the sound of a train moving across rail road tracks. Now, along with the bump, a flash of light would accompany it. The softness of my bed was replaced with a hard seat.
"Now arriving at: Sector Seven Slums." A loud female voice suddenly boomed. My eyes shot open. I was no longer staring at my ceiling. Instead, I looked at a metal one with a light hanging down from it, slowly swinging back and forth. The train began to shake violently and came to a sudden stop. The lights went out, I was tossed from where I was laying and right onto the ground.
"What the-" I jumped to my feet and looked around. It was pitch black inside where I was. I could see out the windows, but there wasn't much to see. It was mostly dark.
"Hello?" I started to feel around in the dark, trying to grab on to something. Within moments the lights came back on causing the train jolt and I was tossed onto the floor again. Standing back up, I looked around once more. I was in the cabin of a train and, apparently, I was the only one on board. I looked out the window again to see I was at some sort of old train depot. The train once again stopped, only this time it was a slow and steady one. The doors opened and I stepped out. The first thing I noticed was that I had no shoes on; I was able to feel the warm pavement.
"Where the hell am I?" I asked.
"Sector Seven Slums." I jumped back as a man in a red uniform standing next to me answered. He looked tired and bored out of his mind. "Now, are you going to step away from the door so the other passengers can leave or what?"
"What?" I looked back into the train and saw no one. He brought his head next to mine.
"You know what I mean," he said in an annoyed tone.
"Uh, y-yeah, sure thing." I quickly stepped away from the doors and began to walk away.
"Stupid drug addicts." He mumbled when he thought I was out of ear shot.
"Ass." I said loudly enough for him to hear. I didn't bother to look back at him.
The further I walked the more run down everything seemed to become. The people were wearing old or raggedy clothes. I was in a ghetto.
"How the hell did I end up here?" The pavement gradualy turned to dirt and stung my feet a bit. I didn't recognize the place I was in at all. Slowly, I started to panic.
'Okay, just relax. Think how you ended up here. You went to bed in your room and…'
My head began to hurt; my memory was a huge blur after that.
"Ah, damn! Okay, new plan." I patted my pockets to see if I had anything in them. In one was my wallet, and in the other was my cellphone. I pulled out my phone first.
"Okay, let's see where maps says I am." I tried to activate my GPS on my phone. For some odd reason, it didn't work. "What?" There was no signal on my phone to begin with. To double check, I tried to make a phone call. There was nothing on the line.
"Shit, well that's out of the question… What the hell kind of place is called Sector Seven Slums!?" I placed my phone back into my pocket and pulled out my wallet. In it was my driver's license, a photo of me and my family, my debit card, and a couple of ones and fives.
"Well, I'm still broke." I put my wallet away and began to look at the buildings. There was really nothing on them to indicate what they were, so I assumed most of them were homes. Though there was one in particular that caught my eye.
"Huh, that's pretty cool. Owner must be a fan." There was a bar with a huge neon sign that read 'Seventh Heaven'.
A/N: The first chapter is now... uh... back up! Yup, I've decided to do a re-write on Chosen. Not the entire thing, just until I reach the chapters where my beta reader, Serendipital, started beta reading for me. So make sure to thank her. I hope you are able to notice the differences in this chapters and the others to come.