Off the Grid: Sector A-765

I had twelve seconds to save the world.

My heart was beating so fast it hurt. Breathing was a horrible chore.

Ten seconds.

My hands were fumbling as I took the powerful TW-765 grenade.

Eight seconds.

I admired the device that was about to simultaneously kill me and save billons of lives. It was bright orange, with a green safety pin.

Six seconds.

Show time.

The moment I charged through the door, bullets were already slamming into my chest. I don’t know how I did it, but continued to run down the corridor, ignoring the piercing pain as they sank into my flesh. The whole thing was a suicide mission, launching an attack on the most dangerous organization in the history of mankind as a single man.

Nobody bothered to shoot at me more, they were probably either low on ammunition or didn’t want to waste it on a scum like me. It’s true I was as good as dead, but I had to complete my mission.

4 seconds.

A man wearing a ski cap jumped down from the rails to intercept me. His fist shot towards my head in an arc, but I slipped my head lower. Suddenly my hair felt like burnt rubber. Well, I was fighting a grunt from this organization. The man raised his fist high in a vertical angle, preparing for a chopping right. Smirking, I raised the grenade parallel to his face.

I don’t care what organization you’re in, or how strong you are; if somebody thrusts an unclipped grenade in your face you’re going to panic. I used his hesitation to my advantage and sent my knee crashing into his groin.

Two seconds.

I used the fallen man’s head as a spring to catapult myself into the air.

“ARAAAHHHHHHHH!”

Smiling, I flung my grenade as hard as I could into the air vault.

Yes, this was the “brilliant” plan that temporarily saved the world from total annihilation. It's more complicated then it seems.

Everything was blurry, my ears felt weird, I couldn’t feel a thing.

The sun was really bright, but the shine was totally grey. Wait a second, why was I outside?

“That’s odd.” Were the last words I thought before I died.

You may be thinking “Why did you smile seconds before you’re death? Was it because you
saved the world, or some other noble reason?”

No. I was being a selfish coward.

“How so? You’re a hero!”

The least horrific event of my childhood was the day my mother committed suicide. That’s right, the least. I’m warning you people, you do not want to know how a chain of events brought us here. But seeing as you’re still reading, I’m guessing you’re curious. Don’t blame me if you have traumatic nightmares afterwards. Sick bastards; get ready for the epic, tragic, and unfortunate event known as my life.

Originally Posted by Veyrael

Lately, Gold and I have been noticing an increase of members posting new work in showcase sections. Unfortunately, the showcase sections are not the place to initially create a thread for your stories. You may only reply to a thread in the showcases. Please do not post any more new threads in the showcase sections.

If we think your story is worthy of being showcased, it will be moved. Thank you.

Next time, read the stickies posted in the showcase sections. Thank you.

*sucks teeth* sorry.

That was interesting! You managed to draw the reader in on sheer action and danger, without revealing the circumstances.

Thank you! I'm already working on chapter 1.

Prologue Edit.

Off the Grid: Sector A-765
Felix
Prologue.

I had twelve seconds to save the world.

The thumps in my chest were agonizing. I sucked in air only to receive pain.

Ten seconds.

My hands were fumbling as I took the powerful TW-765 grenade.

Eight seconds.

I admired the device that was about to simultaneously kill me and save billons of lives. It was bright orange, with a green safety pin.

Six seconds.

I unclipped the grenade. This was it. Bright flashes of the past blinded me.

“Mom—don’t do it!”

Both corners of her mouth curled upwards slowly as tears of wax flowed down her cheeks.

“Grow up to be a great boy, Felix. You must…”

My face was on fire. My nose flared. Tears streamed down my face cold as ice, fighting back heat.

“GRAHHHH!” My feet slammed on the tiles, leaving cracks.

“YOU WILL NOT LEAVE ME!”

The flash shimmered away and in front of me appeared a huge warehouse made of iron. Souls of the murdered sent an intimidated chill that warned me I was about to join them.

5 seconds.

I took a deep, yet short breath. Show time.

The moment I charged through the door, bullets were already slamming into my chest. My heart accelerated and sent a rushing sensation throughout me. Explosive liquid flooded my throat and sent a metallic taste in my mouth. I coughed it up and kept moving, as the rush grew stronger. The whole thing was a suicide mission, launching an attack on the most dangerous organization in the history of mankind as a single man.

Nobody bothered to shoot at me more, they were probably either low on ammunition or didn’t want to waste it on a scum like me. It’s true I was as good as dead, but I had to complete my mission.

4 seconds.

A man wearing a ski cap jumped down from the rails to intercept me. His fist shot towards my head in an arc, but I slipped my head lower. Suddenly my hair was on fire. Well, I was fighting a grunt from this organization. The man raised his fist high in a vertical angle, preparing for a chopping right. Smirking, I raised the grenade parallel to his face.

I don’t care what organization you’re in, or how strong you are; if somebody thrusts an unclipped grenade in your face you’re going to panic. I used his hesitation to my advantage and sent my knee crashing into his groin. He fell to his knee’s crying.

Two seconds.

I stepped on his head and pressed downward. Air bended around me like a torpedo and sent my flying.

“ARAAAHHHHHHHH!”

Smiling, I flung my grenade as hard as I could into the air vault.

Yes, this was the “brilliant” plan that temporarily saved the world from total annihilation. It's more complicated then it seems.

An orange mushroom. Heat replaced the amazing rush, and smothered me. I head cracking, and then all the feelings inside of me went blank. Another flash…

Flowing brown hair. Tan skin. Water and amber eyes. Lips…Lips…? Lips? What? I focused so hard, I could feel a vein popping out of my brain. (And considering I was just hit by an explosion, that’s incredible.) Lips…a face…ahhh. A girl was kissing me. I was at school. The test…ahh. This happened in 4th grade, when--

The image was gone.

The sun was really bright, but the shine was totally grey. Wait a second, why was I outside?

“That’s odd.” Were the last words I thought before I died.

You probably have absolutely NO idea what just happened there. Let me start of by saying that the least horrific event of my childhood was the day my mother committed suicide. That’s right, the least. I’m warning you people, you do not want to know how a chain of events brought us here. But seeing as you’re still reading, I’m guessing you’re curious. Don’t blame me if you have traumatic nightmares afterwards. Sick bastards; get ready for the epic, tragic, and unfortunate event known as my life.