Let me be very clear. I am not making this up. I hope someday this all makes sense.
I went to 2418 Monarch. 10:30. Downtown. Small building. Single Door. With a buzzer.
I pushed it and waited. Waited some more. Turned around to scope out the scenery, and the next thing I know, I am being tazed, and I’m unconscious.
Don’t know where the dude came from, all I can remember is a jolt, then black, that’s it. When I opened my eyes I was in a small room, had to be about 20×20. Walls looked to be made of glass. Sitting in a small metal chair.
I kid you not, “BOY!” booms into the room. It’s so loud, that there must have been speakers above, but it was too dark for me to make out. “Stand up boy!”
I’m still woozy, but I manage to rise to my feet. “What is this? Who are you and where am I?”
Right then, it felt like God himself hit me square in my chest. I was lifted off the ground, and flung about ten feet into the wall. I don’t know how my chest didn’t cave in and surely didn’t know how I was still alive. I fell to the ground and curled up into a ball. My eyes watered up. Call me a pansy, I don’t care. I had no clue what I had gotten my self into, and worst, what in the world just hit me. No one was in the room.
Suddenly, I felt the weight of the world start pressing on my back. Flattened me like a pancake. I did my best to get my arms underneath me, but couldn’t. I still couldn’t see anything. What was going on? “Stop!”
Yelling didn’t help. My ribs were killing me. This is how it ends. I didn’t even tell anyone I was coming here. They won’t even find my body.
That life or death moment was in front of me. I closed my eyes, and let my fear become anger. I used what I thought was my last breath to muster up enough strength to belt out “ENOUGH!”
The floor shook. The wall next to me shattered. Fractured glass everywhere. The pressure on my back was gone. Before I passed out, I looked to my left and could make out three figures behind the glass. The tall one said, “He’ll do.”
Woke up about an hour ago in my room. Went and asked downstairs, no one saw me come up. What’s happening to me?