World Escaper

Chapter 1; The War

Of all things in the world, war is the most common of them all. Earth as we know it, was in the Third World War, main battle grounds are in the United States, everybody ransacking and killing each other to take power of this nation. The government was overthrown no long than 2 months ago, word got out around the world, and everybody thought it'd be a great idea to take this power for themselves, but me. Mike Wynalazca (wi-nal-LASK-keh)

I had enough common sense to wait it out, but with second thoughts and projectiles being fired everywhere, I took refuge within my cellar, my workshop for everything I do for a living. Inventing is my game, but only being 22, I had many great devices for personal use. My most used is my Stencyl, great little device, better than those money sucking Ipad or Kindles. It can record and leave typed what people say, has great voice recognition, and a long lasting battery. Even if I run out of power, I have a solar suit to recharge it quite quickly. My parents even changed my last name to the Polish word for 'Inventor' since I was young enough to not remember.

Though these are great inventions, I've been smart enough to notice the signs of this bloody War, and made a machine, it should teleport me to another world, or dimension. Bah I'm not certain, I dare not test it for safety reasons, yet now I'm left with little decision on the matter, I must test it with a petty object before the overstock of bullets, shrapnel, and explosions get through and cave-in my make shift shelter.

What better than an old flashlight I made as a child, it has some size and weight on it, and still works. So forth, I set it in the Teleportation Device, and started pulling energy from the uranium converter, or more to the point, a huge battery that stored all the electricity I could suck out of a uranium fuel rod. Not taking more than a minute, the teleported flashed, and a gust of air blew out, knocking over several things in my already cluttered shelter. Covering my eyes to any explosions, it stopped.

Slowly, I peeked through my fingers, the flashlight was gone. I looked around extensivly to see if it was blown away. "Its..Its gone....", I said to myself in great surprise. Quickly, I packed a few bags, taking my Stencyl, a Mr. Goodbar, solar suit, and to anybody's surprise, I made a copy of a pair of Hidden Blades from the Assassin's Creed series. The one video game that I loved since I was 13. Not aware of where the teleporter would take me, the lights flickered as an explosion could be heard not far off. Typing in any final words, as of 2018, I would be gone. As the screams of agony could be heard faintly over the firing bullets, crackling flames, and crashing shells. Starting up the teleporter again, I stepped in, standing firm, as it heard it emanate a charging like noise getting louder by the second. It started becoming hotter, and finally a light blinding me is what I saw. After that a blacked out, in quite a vivid dream.

I saw what you'd think hell would be, I saw a sea of blood and Minotaur like creatures roaming around. Things that would scar even the worst of people. The skies were as dark as if you were blind folded, a sun blood red. Travelling through this hell like place, I thought to myself thinking this was my death, my afterlife. Just until I saw ones I knew, friends and family, hung nude and tied to black trees, being whipped time after time by the minotuars. This sent me back, I stopped paying attention to my surroundings and went to a new dream, of all the good times I had with them, my childhood... my life...

Suddenly, I saw everything being sweeped away by powerful winds, everything was turning white. Finally yelling, "What the Hell is this place!!!", I turned around to see what looked like a dark blue horse with a mane and tail that looked like a stary sky. On her flank was black with a crescent moon set upon it.

She spoke in an accent of an ancient royalty, "Awaken, young one, thou hast been in a dream."

Finally, everything vanished before my eyes and I had awoken in what seemed like a tree house, on a bed. I responded "What the...." only to be cut off. This was a surprise, I blinked several times wondering if I am still in a dream. After looking around a little, I sat up and finally noticed that I was no longer in a dream, my bag was on the table next to me. "Where the Hell am I now?", I thought. grabbing my bag and getting out my Stencyl.