Chapter 5

A place of complete horror like this was strangely calm. There were no sudden screams or any huge security measures that anyone could notice. No huge fences or armed forces. Out of the survivors, one lived in my town who refused to speak of this place. This place was known for its deaths and cruelty. I looked around and went back to my room, to only discover that the bedroom was swapped for a gym filled with people with wearing martial arts uniforms also known as a Gi. There was some music in the background meant for cheering up most people in their workout, but here, nobody looked happy or energized. They all had the same burn mark on their leg just like mine. The device that I had  thought was a bomb was actually a marker. Kind of like how slavers put iron collars on their slaves. The LAMPS made the targets think it was a bomb and put a timer on it. The must have given a tiny shock every time the timer ticked. Nobody even noticed me when I walked in.  I walked straight to the door and went in to the next room. It was a cafeteria. Again nobody seemed to notice me. I looked down and saw that I had no body. Or at least no visible body. I looked for my hands. Same issue. I felt my back for anything that could be keeping me invisible like a cloaking device or a stealth suit which was the most popular way of cloaking. No, my problem was different. Mine did not include technology. I had become a ghost.
 Becoming a ghost can really mess up your day. Not that I had a great day. When your a ghost nobody sees you or can hear you. They can walk right through you unless you focus enough to be solid. So here I am trying to keep myself from floating away in ghost form when I hit something with my arm. I turned around and saw another ghost. He turned around too, just as surprised that there was another ghost. 
"Hello" he said.
"Do you know how you became a ghost?" he asked.
I thought about it for a moment and realized that I didn't know how I became a ghost.
I shook my head to reply no. So it turns out that I didn't know where I was or how I became a ghost. Not how I planned my Friday to go.

Chapter 4

I woke up what must be a couple hours later in a well lit room. I was lying on a very comfortable bed. The bedsheets were made of feathers. That was strange. When the LAMPS took over they forced all the feathered material to be abducted. So this place was not exactly okay with the LAMPS, I thought. Then I noticed the emblem on the wall. It was a map of the world on a grid with a line of feathers on fire on either side of the map. I know,not exactly the traditional icon but this group got a serious makeover. I got up and walked out the door. There I found a window the size of a car. I looked down and saw a canyon streching out. I was in the last United Nations complex, an alliance long defeated. I in other words was now in the worst place you could be: I was in the Grave. This is an execution center where there where Red Widow planes with 90% stealth circled with Bisnovat missles and 400m Hades guns. There in the stadium in the middle was a laser. The ones captured would try to kill eachother until one bell rang or one player won. At the end of the bell if one player did not die yet. Both of them got shot by the laser. The winner goes to the next round. The final prize was freedom. Everyone knew the rules. Because everyone sometime or another had to play. Now was my turn.

Chapter 3

So I was getting dragged into the helicopter as the bomb on foot suddenly ticked faster signaling that the bomb was going to blow up. The water had loosened up the bomb but the nets the hlicopter crew were firing were keeping it seeled. I stopped trying to pullm legs out of the nets but they were made of some thick, slippery, object. I simply relaxed and gave up. When the crew pulled me up into the helicopter we were already above the cliff I fell down from. They pulled me out of the nets and were examining the bomb. One came up and said something like "idiots". All he did is touch the bomb on the top. It stopped ticking and a screen appeared. The screen showed two options: DISARM and START. He pressed disarm and the bomb fell off my leg and hit the floor with a solid noise. I was wondering where we were going but I doubted that these people would answer.

Chapter 2

The man who stepped out was familiar to all of the world. It was the president of the newly risen island called AC. Stepping out he heard "boo" from the crowd and hesitated before he said anything. A guard handed him an electronic microphone. He raised it to his mouth and said "America is no longer in freedom. Everyone in this country is now under the control of LAMPS. Please remain here until further notice". There was an immediate riot but the edges of the deck were lined with mines stopping the crowd from running into the streets of Boston. Most of the crowd just thought this is a joke played on them for causing terror. They thought that nobody would dare challenge the US at times like these. But the rest of us knew better. LAMPS were an stealth group rather than a 'put a bomb on a plane and send it crashing into the Pentagon' terrorists. The LAMPS were the only standing group that managed to rob the richest bank in the world. Another group tried that and they are sitting at the bottom of the sea disentegrated by lazers. These days security is so tight that theives sit in jail cells having nostalgia about 2012 which so long ago and seeing it as heaven-minimum security and no lazers. But the LAMPS see this modern 2056 technology as simply another neighborhood to hack. So from then on America became different and life stinks when you are in captivity. We had to do grunt work and when we made a rebellion it got discovered as soon as everyone had signed up for it on a secret electronic database. Now knowing that, lets go back to my other situation.

Chapter 1

It all started on July 4, 2023 known previously in America as Independendence Day. We celebrated Independence Day with fireworks. Back in 1775 we got independence from the British so the day was marked as a holiday. In Boston,Massachusetts, fireworks were launched from barges and it was a day where everyone was happy. Today, July 4 had a different meaning. It was called Doom Day or D2-Day. It was the day the criminal group called Lamps took over the entire US at once surprising the US defence systems. Now if this was a normal attack, the defence systems would most likely destroy them and send them crashing in pieces. But this was not a normal attack. As soon as these war planes arrived the US defence network suddenly "dissengaged" and "shut down". These x-23 Nightwings flew around just shooting here and there to cause a panic and defeat any gaurds that came here to Boston on orders to keep the crowd calm. After the Nightwings flew away, the helicopters came. One of the 12 landed in middle of the crowd. There everyone made a circle around the helicopter wondering who would walk out of the vehicle. The windows were tinted so no one could see the inside. Suddenly a man with guards walked out.....

Introduction

[JON BO PART 1] I jumped of a canyon with no parachute. I had no choice at that point. Well, of course I had a choice. Its just jumping of a canyon was the better choice. So that basically tells you how bad the situation was. Seconds after my leap, a helicopter flew nosily overhead so close to the cliff it could have been a car with rotors rather than an deadly war machine. But the helicopter in pursuit of me was not my worst worry. Nor was the fact that my face felt like peeling off as I sped down over most likely 500yd with no control and no BASE jumping equpment. My problem was how long until the bomb chained to my leg would last until it exploded my into pieces. I managed to look down and not throw up. At least at the bottom of this was a river so I would have a chance of surviving. Seeing the water I streamlined myself and braced myself for impact. I started counting down...5,4,3, SPLOASH!Apparently I miscounted since at 3 my body sunk under the surprisingly warm water. I bubbled to the surface to see that the helicopter was descending towards me. I swam away in escape but it was usless. The helicopter simply chased be until someone leaned out of the now open door and shot some strange net that caught my foot. I felt a tugging sensation on my foot and realized I was being reeled in. At the same time the bomb on my foot started to tick faster. I was in trouble. Alot of trouble.

Sorry....

So there haven't been to many posts or stories or information on this blog. Sorry. I have been busy living my life as the real me rather than living my virtual life as VENOMOUS VOLTAGE or DRACO THE AWESOME. I am now putting something on the blog almost everyday for my few followers to follow. Now I wish to give you a new story on a kid called Jon Bo to read. Please look to my next post far the introduction. From, VENOMOUS VOLTAGE