Entrapment Book 1:
Prolouge- Let's Start at the Beginning
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:Prolouge
Click,
Click,
Bang!!
The sound of cold Iron banging against iron woke me from my party and beer induced dreams
I open my eyes sleepily seeing nothing but darkness. Where ever I am, it is dark, with nearly zero visibility. The air is lukewarm, just warm enough for a T-shirt to suffice.
I have long dark hair but it stops just above my eyes so my hair can’t be blocking my vision.
I seem to be sitting upward in a hard chair of some kind
"Where am I?"
I yawned
And I lift my right hand up to wipe the tear from my eye; but there something is keeping my arm strapped down. My drowsiness evaporates away and senses jump into action as I try to lift my right arm from whatever was keeping it tied down to the chair arm. No matter how I tug it won’t come up, I can feel a type of smooth, metallic rope wrapped from the tip of my wrists to the middle of my arm. I turn my head to my left and try to move my left arm but it too is held down with restraints of some kind.
'My legs'
I try kicking my legs but they are bound together with some kind of rough coarse rope. And tied to the legs of the chair I am sitting in.
"W-What the hell is going on?"
"Hello!!"
"Can anybody hear me?"
“Sakura!!”
“Toro!!”
"Hey, anyone!!"
There’s no answer, just the quiet confinement of the darkness to keep me company.
"Shit,"
I struggle and struggle with the restraints tieing my arms and legs to no avail, continuing to trash and trash but nothing good comes of it.
I try for what seems like hours until finally out of energy, I give up.
"You will answer our questions and nothing else Do you understand?" comes a deep voice from the darkness ahead of me.
"Who are you? Where’s Sakura and Toro!"
"That doesn't matter, what matters is what you did, who you met, and what you did with the Typhoon Program system." said the deep voice
"What I did what? I don't know what you’re talking about. You got the wrong guy or something. My name is Akito Takeshiro. I'm just an average high school student."
“Wrong! your name is Rodger Moore.” said the deep voice,
“Where were you born?” This time it sounded more authoritive and angry.
“Kaminoyama City in Yamagata Prefecture January 13, 1992”
“Wrong! you were born in Wessington Springs,South Dakota, August 23, 1991!” Said the voice
“Do you remember what you did with the system?” asked the voice.
“I didn’t do anything, what the hell do you know about me.”
“Do you remember what you did with the system?” asked the voice again.
“Kiss my poking ass, Where is Sakura, Where’s Toro?”
“It. Doesn’t. Matter. Do you remember what you did?” Asked the voice in a strained matter
“poke you,”
My senses tingle, then burned, I twisted my body in pain as red and green lights flashed before my eyes. I shut them tight hoping that closing them will stop the weird colors but to no avail. I screamed in pain but the torment never seemed to end. After what felt like eternity the burning dissipated away, along with the green and red flashing lights. Leaving me breathing heavily, with sweat pouring down my face and neck in the cool, dark, room.
“Your name is Rodger Moore. In 2010 you had signed up with two other operatives to take part in the Typhoon Program. Under the alias of Kamile Honzouki. Do you confirm?” said the voice in a tone that teachers use to put grade schoolers in their place.
“My name, is Akito Takeshiro.” I growled angrily.
The burning sensation returned again, my eyes flashed different colors although there was no light with in the room. The pain hurt so badly my brain couldn’t think straight. All I could do is scream and try to escape the pain and agony. But the restraints keep me practically motionless, and forced me to bear it until the voice or whoever was controlling this thing felt he should stop. After What I was sure twice as long as the first painful episode. The burning slowly subsided. Sweat dropped from my forehead as if I had run two miles in seconds. My breathing was labored and irregular, and this time the multi colored flashes stayed slightly longer than the burning sensation.
“What did you do with the Typhoon Program system?” Asked the voice again
“I don’t know any program!” I yelled this with all of my breath.
"Do you remember a Red, Blue, and green paper?" asked the voice
"Yeah, Me, Sakura, and Toro signed some sheet like that I think while on a school trip in Korea two years ago."
My head was very fuzzy, and in consistant. Due to the weird burning sensastions I was given earlier, but small glimspes of images where fluttering around in my head. appearing and disappearing like tiny embers dissapaiting on the tip of a flame.
"Do you remember the name, Zena Hoshigamaki?" asked the voice,
The name seemed to trigger something in me. My heart started to flutter; feelings and emotions I can't quite name started to swell within me. Like a river lock gate being unlocked images flooded my mind. Places, sights, sounds, and foods I never eaten, seen, or tasted flooded my senses.
"Ugh!! What's all these? What the hell did you do to me!?"
"Ah, it seems that you are finally remembering. Don't worry, just tell me everything you see." said the voice for the first time in a calm manner.
"Ugh... I... Don't know... It all seems so weird. UGH!! I can't get them out of my head!!"
“It's alright, just start from the very beginning...” said the deep Voice
Click,
Click,
Bang!!
The sound of cold Iron banging against iron woke me from my party and beer induced dreams
I open my eyes sleepily seeing nothing but darkness. Where ever I am, it is dark, with nearly zero visibility. The air is lukewarm, just warm enough for a T-shirt to suffice.
I have long dark hair but it stops just above my eyes so my hair can’t be blocking my vision.
I seem to be sitting upward in a hard chair of some kind
"Where am I?"
I yawned
And I lift my right hand up to wipe the tear from my eye; but there something is keeping my arm strapped down. My drowsiness evaporates away and senses jump into action as I try to lift my right arm from whatever was keeping it tied down to the chair arm. No matter how I tug it won’t come up, I can feel a type of smooth, metallic rope wrapped from the tip of my wrists to the middle of my arm. I turn my head to my left and try to move my left arm but it too is held down with restraints of some kind.
'My legs'
I try kicking my legs but they are bound together with some kind of rough coarse rope. And tied to the legs of the chair I am sitting in.
"W-What the hell is going on?"
"Hello!!"
"Can anybody hear me?"
“Sakura!!”
“Toro!!”
"Hey, anyone!!"
There’s no answer, just the quiet confinement of the darkness to keep me company.
"Shit,"
I struggle and struggle with the restraints tieing my arms and legs to no avail, continuing to trash and trash but nothing good comes of it.
I try for what seems like hours until finally out of energy, I give up.
"You will answer our questions and nothing else Do you understand?" comes a deep voice from the darkness ahead of me.
"Who are you? Where’s Sakura and Toro!"
"That doesn't matter, what matters is what you did, who you met, and what you did with the Typhoon Program system." said the deep voice
"What I did what? I don't know what you’re talking about. You got the wrong guy or something. My name is Akito Takeshiro. I'm just an average high school student."
“Wrong! your name is Rodger Moore.” said the deep voice,
“Where were you born?” This time it sounded more authoritive and angry.
“Kaminoyama City in Yamagata Prefecture January 13, 1992”
“Wrong! you were born in Wessington Springs,South Dakota, August 23, 1991!” Said the voice
“Do you remember what you did with the system?” asked the voice.
“I didn’t do anything, what the hell do you know about me.”
“Do you remember what you did with the system?” asked the voice again.
“Kiss my poking ass, Where is Sakura, Where’s Toro?”
“It. Doesn’t. Matter. Do you remember what you did?” Asked the voice in a strained matter
“poke you,”
My senses tingle, then burned, I twisted my body in pain as red and green lights flashed before my eyes. I shut them tight hoping that closing them will stop the weird colors but to no avail. I screamed in pain but the torment never seemed to end. After what felt like eternity the burning dissipated away, along with the green and red flashing lights. Leaving me breathing heavily, with sweat pouring down my face and neck in the cool, dark, room.
“Your name is Rodger Moore. In 2010 you had signed up with two other operatives to take part in the Typhoon Program. Under the alias of Kamile Honzouki. Do you confirm?” said the voice in a tone that teachers use to put grade schoolers in their place.
“My name, is Akito Takeshiro.” I growled angrily.
The burning sensation returned again, my eyes flashed different colors although there was no light with in the room. The pain hurt so badly my brain couldn’t think straight. All I could do is scream and try to escape the pain and agony. But the restraints keep me practically motionless, and forced me to bear it until the voice or whoever was controlling this thing felt he should stop. After What I was sure twice as long as the first painful episode. The burning slowly subsided. Sweat dropped from my forehead as if I had run two miles in seconds. My breathing was labored and irregular, and this time the multi colored flashes stayed slightly longer than the burning sensation.
“What did you do with the Typhoon Program system?” Asked the voice again
“I don’t know any program!” I yelled this with all of my breath.
"Do you remember a Red, Blue, and green paper?" asked the voice
"Yeah, Me, Sakura, and Toro signed some sheet like that I think while on a school trip in Korea two years ago."
My head was very fuzzy, and in consistant. Due to the weird burning sensastions I was given earlier, but small glimspes of images where fluttering around in my head. appearing and disappearing like tiny embers dissapaiting on the tip of a flame.
"Do you remember the name, Zena Hoshigamaki?" asked the voice,
The name seemed to trigger something in me. My heart started to flutter; feelings and emotions I can't quite name started to swell within me. Like a river lock gate being unlocked images flooded my mind. Places, sights, sounds, and foods I never eaten, seen, or tasted flooded my senses.
"Ugh!! What's all these? What the hell did you do to me!?"
"Ah, it seems that you are finally remembering. Don't worry, just tell me everything you see." said the voice for the first time in a calm manner.
"Ugh... I... Don't know... It all seems so weird. UGH!! I can't get them out of my head!!"
“It's alright, just start from the very beginning...” said the deep Voice
