Darkness. Cold metal. Where am I? I lay still on the cold metal, scared to open my eyes but scared not to. I slowly open my eyes.
Above me, staring down at me is a dim light, casting a pale blue light across me. I jump up as I come out of my haze and scan the room for a clue as to where I was. I see him then. Sitting with his arms crossed over his chest, looking at me with a half smile, not unkindly.
"Who are you?" My voice is shaking. I try to steady it. "Where am I?"
"My name is Kent. Kent Brady. This place, well, lets just say you're not in Kansas anymore."
Kansas. That's where I was before I was nabbed by the men in black hoods.. Running down the endless dirt and gravel road that crossed my grandparents farm.
"Maybe I should explain myself. Or maybe I should explain you. I do know quite a bit about you, more than you know about yourself."
"What are you talking about creep?" I'm getting frantic. I've never doubted my abilities to take care of myself, but sitting here in this dark room, in only my running shorts and t shirt, I slowly feel more and more vulnerable.
"First off, you can settle down, I'm not here too hurt you, I just want to talk. Do you know what you are, Luke? Do you know what your here on this earth for?" He stands up and walks toward a small stainless steel fridge, set into black laquer cabinets. He takes out a bottle of water and hands it to me. His shoes click on the cement floor.
"What are you talking about?"
"You are different. You know that of course. You are here to stop someone; to stop a monster. I guess you could say you are here to saves us."
