So my friend asked me to post a prologue of her book on this book and i can't say no because she would be mad.............. Sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, YAY enjoy

12/18/17

Death is Just a Game

*Prologue* The rain thrashed on every side of the car as if it were pleading to let it in. The windows looked like they were being hosed by someone in a car wash. Thunder clapped angrily in the distance accompanying the sky's tears. The cars that drove passed us seemed to slap the water on the road as I used to do with my rain boots when I was younger. Today had given me a feeling of sensation like no other. Was it a sign, a warning to stop my family and I from a future of undoing or was my imagination just getting out of hand. We drove into a small, run down gas station cemented next to a tattoo parlor and a barber shop. Everything was closed this late at night and no one but us and a big van were in the parking lot. My parents went into the gas station to take care of their business leaving me in the back seat of our Chevy Convertible. I yawned satisfied that the long day was finally over. My eyes grew heavier and as I started to doze off I noticed the car doors of the van on the other side of the road slam open. Two men came out full of charisma as they walked, sinking their boots into the puddles on the road. One man was much taller and bulkier than the other and had a suitcase in his right hand. The rain soaked both of them, but they seemed to be in such a rush that they didn't notice. The bigger man carefully looked to his left and then to his right checking to see if anyone was around. I ducked my head behind the driver's seat as I observed what was happening. The big man opened the latches on his suitcase and pulled out a sniper. I squinted my eyes not believing what I was seeing. I rubbed them a few more times to clarify what was going on. Panic rose inside of me like a fire that was fed gasoline. My hands shook and my head whirled around my thoughts. I thought to myself, "Should I call the cops? Should I stay in the car? Should I run away before they notice the car? Should I call my parents? What if they're going to rob the gas station? My parents are in there!" I distinctively reached out my hand and locked the doors in the car. The car made a locking click as loud as the rain and both of the men simultaneously looked at my direction. I ducked down as low as I could and peeked at the reflection of the window on the door. The big man closed his suitcase and both of them slowly walked toward me. The tapping of their boots became louder and louder as if it were following the beat of my heart. My heart sank into my stomach and my palms sweat more than my eyes cried. I swallowed as hard as I could knowing that if I made one move, one sound that I'd be dead in an instant. My eyes wavered on the thoughts in my head and the sounds around me. The footsteps came closer and closer making the inside of my car smaller and smaller. I held my breath ready to do whatever was necessary to get out of this situation. The car doors swung open and the first words I heard were,

"Hey, honey we're back. Why are you on the floor? It's dirty get up." my mom nagged as I let go of the air that was squeezed into my lungs. I looked around and the two men had vanished. Why did I sense a feeling that my fate with the two men was still not over. "The small man's scar" the thought echoed. It had lied across the side of his cheek and onto his chin. I wondered to myself why I had had these unneeded contemplations to myself when my dad interrupted my train of thought.

"Hello, Elijah? Elijah." said my dad irritated because I didn't answer.

"Oh, sorry dad. What is it?"

"Well, a few days ago my friends and I gathered around to celebrate my birthday, remember?" asked my dad.

"Yeah" I replied cautiously knowing that this was going somewhere.

"During the gathering an old friend of mine made a surprise visit and he gave me three tickets to the Caribbean Conquest Cruise!" announced dad excitedly. My mom quickly added in,

"What do you say? Want to go on board?"