Currently untitled fiction novel (MA)

Okay, for starters, I want to inform you all that this is indeed rated MA. This isn't for kids. It contains the following:
Coarse language
Sexual scenes
Heavy violence
Adult themes (apocalypse, religion, and several others)

It is a NOVEL, and thus, I would like to ask that no one post here. I don't want the flow interrupted by little things like
"Great!" or "You suck!"
Feel free to PM or visitor message me about it, though.
Note that this is a work in progress. I'm still writing it, and some of the scenes are rushed. I'm going to try to elaborate on them as I go, but it's still rough.
Let me simply say that this novel may contain controversial religious statements and opinions. Please do not send hate messages. They do not reflect my opinions of God or religion in general. If you cannot handle this, please do not read it. I myself am a nondenominational Christian, and I have a firm belief in God.

This first post is just a disclaimer/warning post. I will post each chapter in a new post.


If you feel you are mentally equipped to read, be my guest. It was your decision to do so.

"Hey, f*** you, ass****!" Daniel yelled. He couldn't think straight, but he knew they were trouble.
"If I were you, Danny, I'd just shut the f*** up right now," Vince warned. His right arm rested in his jacket, clearly gripping something.
"Vincent! Patience," Jack scolded. "Can you not see that this man is drunk? He is useless to us in his current state." His eyes were calm and collected.
"Fine. But next time," Vince began, "I'm blowin' his ****in' brains out. Or better yet, I'll blow his balls off and feed 'em to 'im." He eased up and walked over to Jack.
Daniel looked at Jack and managed to say through his slurred words "I'm just your average f***er. I eat, I sleep, I f***, and I die." His mind was clearly gone.
"Yes...I can see it," Jack said to himself. "He is close...but it is not yet the time...yes... " He turned to Vince. "Tomorrow, we can begin. Let him go."
"Alright, what the f***?!" Vince exploded. "I had to find this stupid piece 'a s*** and now we can't use him?! Are you f***ed in the brain, Jack?!"
"Silence, Vincent," Jack said calmly. "The power must develop on its own. If we coerce him, we will only delay his progress."
"What the f*** are you talking about, you little s***s?" Daniel slurred. He felt dizzy.
"We'll visit you again, Daniel," Jack told him softly. "Goodnight."
"Wha-?" Daniel started. Suddenly, he felt a crushing pain in the back of his skull accompanied by a loud "crack!" He felt the last of his strength leave him as he fell to the floor and blacked out.

"Ah, f***..." Daniel groaned. He opened his eyes and was instantly blinded by the sun beaming in from an open window. He shielded his eyes and looked around, noticing that he was in a hotel room. The carpet and curtains were a faded beige color, and the bed sheets were a weak yellow. As he looked around, he realized that his head was screaming. A splitting pain coursed through his forehead and caused him to grit his teeth and gasp sharply.
"Goddamn it! How s***-faced was I last night?!" he said to himself through his teeth.
Daniel was five foot nine, 137 pounds, and had an IQ of 163, 13 points greater than Albert Einstein's. He had just graduated from High School as valedictorian. However, despite his brilliance and excellence, he could not attend college. A processing error with his scholarship applications had left him with no funds. Also, his parents had died the previous year. With their passing went his hopes for their financial assistance.
Due to all of these complications, he lost all hope. He believed that he had no future, and therefore began throwing away his life. He would drink and sleep with a plethora of women to try to give meaning to his life, but it never fulfilled him. He longed for something more, something to truly give him purpose...but that something was nowhere in sight.
His sharp, blue eyes finally adjusted to the light, and he rose from the bed to find something for his headache. His black, shoulder-length hair was messy and dirty from the night before. He noticed that the TV was a quite old, and he dubbed it the classic "Piece of s***" model. He chuckled to himself as he walked to the window, forgetting his headache completely.
He stepped onto the balcony and looked out. It was still early, and the bustle of New York was visible even from fifty-two stories in the air. As he scanned the surroundings, he made a stunning discovery.
Central Park?! he thought, How in the blue f*** did I end up in Manhattan?! Oh, s***...how am I gonna get home...? As he looked around, he noticed the thriving trees in Central Park. They were a livid green, and the summer air seemed perfect for them. As he scanned the skyline, he tried to recognize buildings.
That's gotta be the Empire State Building...no...wait...that's the Chrysler building. Yeah, because the Empire State Building has that pointed, metal top. As he looked at it, he felt as though someone was watching him, and he looked away. Even at that early hour, there were countless people and cars perambulating below. The general bustle of the city was quite audible to him. He could pick out the ever present blare of car alarms, the chatter of the pedestrians, the sounds of cars and horns, and other general sounds of the city. Of course, no normal person could hear such things from such a height. The thought scared him a little, and he decided to return to the room and find a cure for his headache, which had reappeared while watching the people. He closed the door softly and locked it in place before walking to the bathroom. It was clean and had white tile walls and flooring. The shower was small and had been stocked with towels, shampoo, and body wash. One look at the towels revealed the name of the hotel to be Hilton.
Oh, s***... he worried. How am I going to pay for this?!
Okay, stay calm, he told himself, and just start with the headache. Maybe they keep some tylenol or something... He opened the cabinet beneath the sink and found a bottle of aspirin with a note taped to it. He untaped the note and began to read.
Dear Daniel,
You undoubtedly will need these after last night. Remember to take two at one time and no more.
I sincerely hope that you do not think it rude of me to bring up your excessive
ingestion of alcohol last night, but I wished to make amends for Vincent and my actions.
I will be watching you, so you do not have much to worry about. I hope to see you again soon.
Sincerely,
Jonathan "Jack" Rand
"What the f***?!" Daniel exclaimed. "Oh s***... I hope I didn't f*** up too must last night..."
He opened the bottle and shook out two tablets which he swiftly popped into his mouth. He swallowed and examined his reflection in the mirror. His eyes were bloodshot, his hair was matted, and his clothes were dirty.
S***... I have no clothes... he thought. He turned around and noticed some clothes hanging from the towel rack. Another note was taped to them. Oh boy, he mused, maybe I'll find some f***ing treasure! Ha! He removed the new note and began to study it.
Danny,
Jack says to take these cause he knows you ain't got no clothes.
If I were in charge, your f***ing ass'd be goin' naked.
You f*** with me just one more time and I'll kill you where
you stand, ass****.
Vince
"Who's this ass**** supposed to be?" Daniel wondered aloud. "Ah, it's probably just some stupid prick I pissed off last night. F*** him." He took the clothes from the rack and examined them. They appeared to be quite comfortable; there was a black shirt, a pair of white jeans, plaid boxers, socks, and a blue hat.
"Whatever, then," he concluded. He put the clothes back on the rack, closed and locked the bathroom door, and disrobed. He then stepped into the shower and began to run the water/ He noticed that his headache was already gone. God...this is so unnatural... he told himself.
Recently, Daniel had been noticing some very peculiar occurrences. He healed much faster than any normal person, he could see farther, hear more sharply, pick up scents like a dog would, and notice extremely subtle changes in temperature. He could not understand why he was this way, and it scared him to no end.
"F*** it; I'm just lucky," he said to himself. He washed himself clean and turned off the water. As he stepped out of the shower, he grabbed a towel, dried off, and put on the clothes that had been left for him. He left his old clothes in the bathroom and returned to the room, where he noticed a cell phone with another note.
"Wow," he muttered sarcastically, "I'm a popular one today, huh?" He again took the note. The handwriting was barely legible, and it seemed to be the handiwork of a fourth grader.
Danny,
Boss says keep this close. It's all paid off, so don't worry bout
nunna that s***. When we need ya, we'll call ya. Ya can use
it for other s***, too.
From
Don
Oh, look, Daniel joked, they get progressively dumber! He opened the phone and noticed that it displayed a new text message. He decided to read it.
Daniel, it is Jack.
You must be confused right now.
Well, don't worry; everything is fine.
We will meet soon, and I can explain everything.
I assure you, your pointless life will gain
purpose. All in due time, Daniel...
"It's official; these guys weren't dropped as children. They were thrown into a f***ing wall," Daniel chided. He pocketed the phone and charger. Now, he wondered, how to get out of here...

"Jack, what the f***?! How could you just let 'im go?!" Vince shouted.

"Patience, Vincent," Jack calmly responded. "You know that I cannot begin the development until his body is ready. If I had moved yesterday, I would have delayed his progress. The process is slowed if you attempt to rush it. And besides, we have a close eye on him. He will not so much asbreathe without us knowing it. The Crimson Dove is flawless in all aspects." Jack turned in his chair and looked toward his bookcase. He pondered which book to withdraw for a moment and then stood up and swiftly took out a copy of The Raven. As he began to peruse the book, Vince spoke again.
"Look, Jack, we can't keep puttin' ourselves out in the open like this. We don't need feds on our asses. And, if you're right about Danny, then we need to bring him in today."
"Put it out of your mind. I will deal with him."
"How in the f*** are you gonna get 'im to cooperate wid us? That f***er's a stubborn one!"
"That is not difficult. Can you imagine how confused he must feel? It is not every day that one is able to hear pedestrians from fifty-two stories in the air. And for a second, I swore he saw me watching him from all the way over here."
"What's this gotta do with him?"
"Vincent, I have answers. I force him to obey me in exchange for said answers."
"Wow...pretty nice, Jack! You really are a f***in' genius!"
"I am aware of that."
Vince relaxed in his chair. He had a thick Brooklyn accent, as he was raised there. At age eighteen, Jack found him, alone and starving, and took him in. Vince was given a place of power as Jack's right-hand man, a position he always respected. Although he could be a tad gruff toward Jack, he held nothing but respect for the man. He was very tall and skinny at six foot seven. His hair was short and blond, and his eyes were a piercing white due to a birth defect which caused his irises to lack pigments.
Jack was born and raised in Great Britain. At age twenty, he emigrated to the United States, where he took residence in New York City. He later founded his crime syndicate which he named "Crimson Dove." He stood six feet tall, weighed 152 pounds, and had black, businesslike hair, and green eyes. His accent was that of British gentry, and his IQ was an astounding 237. His genius was unparalleled, and he was undefeatable in battle.
It had been silent for several minutes, and Vince was looking anxiously around the room. The carpeting was dark green and the walls were cream white. The ceiling panels seemed old in the dark, even though they had been recently replaced. There were no lights on, as Jack preferred darkness over blinding light and had no trouble reading in dim light.



Ughhhhh...

I'm a little tired tonight, so I'm cutting this chapter short. I'll finish it tomorrow and post chapter three, as well.
Sorry, readers.
And don't forget to PM or VM me with your thoughts. But again, NO POSTING IN THIS THREAD. Any posts not by me WILL be removed. And if you're saying "You've said that about thirty times!" you'd be surprised by how many people actually posted in my BA characters' stories when I REPEATEDLY instructed them not to do so.
Good night, all.