Hey MyIGNers! Today, I have decided to write up a bit of my story, well a chapter as a way of seeing what my writing style is like. Bearing in mind, I haven't written much of a story in the context of an actual book like "He said" or "She went" for almost 3 years! Considering that many writers write many words a day, I'll say whoops but on the other hand, I have been busy with other things like writing up my thousand worded blogs and all which is still possible could happen to this blog. I of course have written what will happen in a few of my stories in an overall context for a very special console while at the same time, keeping many of my ideas bottled up like a Pepsi can ready to explode. Plus I haven't read a fictional book for almost a month which is enough to make any book reader go crazy!
So I will write a chapter of a sequel to one of my series I have written entitled, Isonlery. If you've never heard of it, it's my survival horror series about UFO abductions, Men in Black etc. Well minus Will Smith and it won't exactly hit this point yet. It will take place around the story of 3 very unique characters or in this case, Isonleries. Isonlery isn't my speech going funny but it is the concept I made involving lives which have been interfered by the Serenity group just by the knowledge of their existence. If they refuse to join Serenity, they will become Isonleries who are under threat of facing many forces, particularly the aliens but also other enemies such as Cyborgs but many of these Isonlery groups do not survive very long and most likely face a fate worse than death. On the other hand, one group appears to defy these odds which is where these 3 characters exist. So that's just a bit of backstory so far. 
Although I won't go through the whole story anytime soon and it won't be based on a wide scale setting like this... just yet. 
I'm afraid that Tom Cruise will not be the star of the show though. I'm sorry but who knows. With a possible MyIGN film industry, there could even be a movie adaptation and could be split in to 5 parts.
Although I haven't exactly played many survival horror games or even read many horror books for that instance but I'm hoping to start once I get round to getting a PS4 which will pretty much be the Horror-Indie Machine for me.
The reason I will try to write it as a book form to see if I can improve in some ways in that department. I will write in a first person way since I think that it will be best suited for the story due to the more personal side but a lot of the part I do write up won't be much involved in the survival horror but more of my crazy story so don't expect too many frights.
So without further ado, I will post a few pictures also just in case the sight of mikeerik's long blogs seems to be the basis for a horror movie of somesort. Coming to a theatre near you.
So this will be a sneak peak at Isonlery: Walking Nightmares. Enjoy!
Chapter Start
I didn't really understand what was happening at the time. I mean who would in my position. The scent of the air surrounding me was enough to give anyone the chills and possibly even the sniffles but at the same time, there seemed like an unnerving feel to where I was. If I was to put it in any words, I would say that it was foreshadowing but with an unmistakable evil... and I am not talking about when my favourite cake passed the use by date! The pitch of darkness made me understand that my eyes were flat like the seabed, yet I had this horrifying feeling in the back of my mind that I hade reached the point of what many people would be ridiculed for, laughed off or thrown in a cellar of asylum which would actually become the least of my worries.
What I mean to say is that I had been brought up in a society that was always concerned... no concerned would be an understatement. I meant widespread panic of what many people would only call Visitors, Greys, Aliens... Even the science community have given a name known as Extraterrestrials (which is a bit of mouthful) for the possibility of life outside of our planet, either intelligent life capable of vapourizing us like the Jedi or simple microbial mucus which could be just as dangerous if not species killer.
My mind was abuzz with all these ideas of being under the watching eyes of Little Green Men or Grey Men whilst being strapped down to a cold metal bed undergoing experiments that in all honesty, it was probably best to be asleep for. The ones that were sent back to the lush planet I would like to call home were in fact the lucky ones. Couldn't imagine what ever happened to the rest. Maybe they were used like slaves. Maybe their consiousnesses were stripped from the body and unimaginably held like brains in jar. Maybe I'm even getting the wrong side of the stick and they're actually abducting those who are worthy of partying on a paradise planet of some sort although I have severe doubts they would arrive millions of light years just to give individuals a free trip or a lifetime of luxery with free cocktails and free inclusive holiday of volleyball.
I couldn't hear anything and what I thought was my greatest nightmare was actually nothing much but an illusion set on the splitsecond mind tricks of waking up. I had the guts to open my eyes and embrace the blanket of light.
In their eyes, we're like pets... No, not pets. Yet another understatement. At least with pets, there's protection. You know with RSPCC and all. We're more like lab rats that are never able to hide, run or in some cases survive. However there was none of that folklore that awaited for me. Instead, I was in something I didn't really quite understand. I was in a stoned tunnel where my surroundings were bleak, covered with dark dirt and crumbling stone walls that looked like they had reminded since the dawn of time, unscathed by the forces of erosion. Both wind and water. The lack of colour made it even more the Medieval style of prisons that no one really knew much about and if they did, it was most likely the last place they would ever know.
There was one distinct feature in this murky area and that was the light at the end of the tunnel which seemed so far yet would probably only take me a matter of minutes or even seconds to reach.
I can't explain what the light was. Was it the sunlight or some illusion from a spacecraft and I would just stumble right in to the fright of my life? Heck! I couldn't even explain why I was even in this place or what even happened before so it only seemed on instinct to move forward yet at the same time like I said, this place didn't seem very pleasant and I would hate to think this was a hallway in someone's house.
I scratched the floor to bring myself upright. The floor was freezing indicating that this would be a perfect stop during a warm summer day that's just too warm. Once upright, I moved my body forwards one step at a time with only the echoing sounds of my footsteps troding the ground which in a way felt comforting at the fact that I was alone which meant no mutant was about to arrive out of nowhere and startle me yet at the same time, worry was still taking it's hold over me since I could never know what would happen. I could always remember that thought in my head. Once you forget of the existence of the threat, it when the threat takes over and I wanted to stick loyal to that concept.
The footsteps were a drag since I could almost feel time passing over me as if I was walking right in to the future and making my own life around me. Please don't think I'm crazy. You'd probably think the same thing if you were following a distant light in a cramped tunnel.
Suddenly, I heard a chippering noise, in a way like a bird hungry for a meal or an insect cutting off a bit of grass. Although it was a bit unrecognisable, I began to understand this wasn't a tunnel. I was merely in the string of a maze since when I reached the point of the noise... my worst fears were realised. To the left and right of me through corridors of darkness, there they were. What many people would disbelieve for a maniac in the middle of the street, there they were, staring at me with those black dilated eyes boaring in to my soul. Their pale white skin being consumed by the darkness yet for something so menacing, they didn't seem like they were going to harm me. Then again, they seemed to behind bars and were only about over half my height tall. They couldn't exactly do much harm to me, well not physically at least but aside from all the stories people had told for them, they looked as if they were trying to communicate with their stubby hands clawing like tired Wolverines and in some way, I held some sympathy for them. It made me wonder if I wasn't much different from them. Plus at the fact that it must be difficult for them trying to remember who's who since they all just looked the same.
I decided to press on and look forwards, the light only being a few yards away. With a new sense bewildering me, I was slightly confident in embracing the soon to be answers of the light but that thought contradicted my previous worry of letting go all reality and I was faced with a big problem. I felt a weird tingling feeling my head as if my head was about to burst and it was only then did I know something bad was going to happen, if not terrifying. It then hit me. One of them, thrust both it's arms around my neck. I don't even recall where it came from so no wonder it startled me but I had to think quick and that I could not do so well. I began to run along the stone cold floor as it's grip began to strangle my air supply. My lifeforce. To look at the thing I knew would be a mistake but that I did. Eyes of darkness and face, ghost like but it appeared to have an emotion of hate, of rage but to say a reason why it would attack me, I do not know the answer. The sound screeching became known and focused like it was purposely trying to give me a headache and in that department, it was truly winning. I tried everything as it clawed at my body which I knew was gonna tear my skull apart. Pushing it away. Throwing myself to the side but nothing, I clung on with just more scars left on my body and just even more screeching but these weren't complete screeches. From them, I could pick out sounds and images of others. Humans. Many screaming from pain. Many that felt warm and comfortable despite any reason why but what concerned me the most was the pictures of others walking a similar path as me. A tunnel towards the light but none of them reaching the end, simply fading to dust.
Panic had stricken me. Maybe that was my fate too. My prime point of existence would be extinguished like a flame blown out in the candle light. However, I realised that I didn't have to be. The being simply faded in to green dust as I just kept on running. Not that I was gonna take any second chances and from that heart pounding turn of events, I had embraced the light.
It was there that I found myself bathed in the warm sunlight, with my body resting on the floor of the endless grassy fields and it could have been easy to just fall asleep but what I didn't realize was that I wasn't alone. A figure towered over me, degrading the warm light. He was young. About mid twenties possibly unless anti ageing cream really does work and his face felt calm which was the complete opposite of what I had experienced in the tunnel. He had long blond hair which he seemed to have muffled in to a sort of ponytail which all seemed messy and what I believed to be a distinct feature was his stark green eyes which simply reminding me of a Snake, hissing in the light. On the other hand, his clothing was pretty irregular. Like a lightweight bit of armour all dressed in black that seemed suited for a futuristic fashion.
A hand was offered without really any facial expression on his face. Nor happiness, nor sadness and nor aggravating tension whilst trying to bring my body upright but I didn't hesitate to accept this gesture nonetheless and it gave me a chance to take a peek at my new surroundings which all seemed very irregular and... well so to speak, alien to me. I took in the blinding light and looked on see a vastness expanse of yellow fields but these weren't ones could recognise. Nor grass, nor corn. Everything seemed to be like a flower but at the same time, something that had a mind of it's own with a clear cocoon mounted on top which encased a small stem of some sort. Possibly even a brain! So it's no doubt how I believed that I was walking around animal-plant life and why I was nervous about walking in to the Sarlacc Pit.
The whole theme of the air was easy to settle my lungs with slow and easy breaths with weird objects that seemed to fall from the sky. They looked like bubbles. Plain bubbles that could be instantly popped like a pin and a balloon but now that I saw, they weren't just plain. There was something about them. There were lines engraved within the illuminous structure which seemed to channel sparks of mysterious energy I couldn't quite understand.
That wasn't all there was to the scenery since I had yet to be stunned about the rest of the backround. Well aside from the mountains that I could only barely see in the distance and the clear blue yet in somewhat, hazy sky, I could see people not far from me. Groups of people. Families even. It required my squinting eyes to make out the full picture but in a way, I guess I could understand what was happening. I could see Humans of all ethnicities, laying on the irregular grass enjoying themselves with the sound of happy laughs and cheering seeming to die away in the scent like I was never able to interact with their existence or like I was a ghost... which is kinda the same thing.
There was one odd aspect that seemed to confuse me though. Many of which whether father, mother or child, many seemed to have a trait more closely resembling what I saw back in the environment prior to this whist at the same time, they were so linked towards Humanity. Not just in physical appearance but attitude. They were playful and just making the most of the life they have which was really the emotion all around and that was no different from the same clothing everyone was wearing. A type of white Greek cloth with gold symbols and decorations designed all over it. In the back of my mind, I knew I could recognisze them from anywhere. They were Hybrids and I knew that word simply brought to my mind, the sense of gain and loss. For that reason, I didn't have a full answer.
I was brought back to existence when the mysterious figure tapped my shoulder and I quickly wired round to face him. He still had that same calm yet plain face yet in a way, I didn't really know too well about this shady character. then again, I didn't quite understand where I was at all. I didn't even know who I was! He began talk in a soft voice like sea washing against the waves although that's the best comparison I could come up with.
He simply spoke, "The landscape is peaceful, right? Walk with me and inform me about every aspect of the Isonlery group."
I felt like I had hit a ton of bricks or rather gained some weight in that way. All of a sudden I didn't really realize what he was talking about but my mind became a full glass being poured by pure water... or in the case of odd sparks of memory, I never really understood, alcohol.
From crazy plots to individuals surviving and fleeing for their lives, I couldn't really gain a sense of all these illusions but I preceded with walking with this fella, side by side like a pack James Bond villains since if I stayed in the same place any longer, he would have run a marathon.
We walked along the alien grass that crunched beneath our feet while the odd looking spheres of electrical bubbles fell from the sky but surprisingly, I was able to come up with a quick answer.
"They have become irregular. They originate from a group known as Serenity who is dedicated towards utilising every weapon and piece of tech available from the Aliens to benefit nothing more than themselves." I'm not even sure how I was able to figure that out but it seemed like I was doing well for an odd convo so I continued.
"However they have been known to bring normal civilians in to this mess which faces them with a split second decision which will change their lives. Either they begin to work for Serenity and act the most horrific scenes on both Humanity and the Alien race or..." I'm not exactly sure why I paused. Once again, I had hit a brick wall but I couldn't help but think about what I was saying. All of it was falling in to place and in a way, it was strange. I was telling myself a story yet I was rejuvenating my memory which meant one thing. I must have known all about this! How else would I blurt out random facts to a complete stranger. I could just see it now. Scenes of people running away at the brink of night, struggling to breath the life that fuels them and seeking refuge in to the trees where I disbelieved they would be safe.
"Take your time" was the reply of the total stranger I never really knew much about but I could tell that he somehow knew me. Heck! Maybe even more than I knew myself and I was left pondering whether that was even possible!
"...They would refuse and in no doubt become recognized by many forces. Aliens, cyborgs, shady governments and organizations. From what I saw, they had to become something else entirely in order to survive. A body and mind transfixed solely on the concept of survival which was never easy. They had become Isonleries. Now though, I believe there is one group that has been capable of expanding... such as an extremist Isonlery group which wants to show the world what is really happening behind all the lack of true media coverage and laugh offs."
"Then if everyone knew about the true existence of Serenity and the Alien beings..."
"Then we would all become and Isonlery. Each and every one of us! We'd all be targeted."
"Now you understand the scope of this threat and why national security is becoming increasingly concerned. Their plans are shady but they pack a hell of a punch whilst in this new culture. They've even adapted their own militaristic values and taking over small portions of villages on the globe. It won't be too long until they are able to reveal to the world the darkest truth to Humanity."
I was left confused however. "It seems unfair and truly impossible to think of going through but why would they turn to revealing the truth? Do they know it will bring the whole world down with them?"
"Of course they know." He replied sharply. "They want to bring the whole world down with them... Think of being in their shoes. Their lives have been turned upside down from a simple event from Serenity. Their families and friends have ever faced unimaginable fates or have become distant from their lives and when the government and media is repeatedly laughing off everything you have sacrificed and yearned to stay alive for with no other possible life apart from running in fear, what else could you do than exposing the truth and bringing down those who just made you feel sick! At least that way, you end the Isonleries... forever."
I guess I could understand the guy. Either way, people will suffer but I couldn't help but think that maybe some Isonleries would be in somewhat against this faction.
For some reason, he stopped and I began to think, maybe I said something to tip him off. Then again, he looked to the endless yellow horizon, full of the ominous laughter and feeling in which he asked me, "Do you know what is going on in the backround?" whilst still focused on the families seeming to believe that everything was bliss.
I assumed the answer was obvious to which I simply put, "It's a marriage between 2 species since both sides are not fighting like they normally would. They've maintained peace." After that I felt like I had given a speech to a bunch of field marshals on a stage however my audience was only one individual and his response... not as I expected.
"Peace?! This is a weakness and only furthers the view that your species is pathetic!"
I could say for a short reaction, that I was shocked! I didn't fully understand what he meant but it sounded like he was truly for his opinion and he didn't even look at me or represent much facial feeling aside from his personal hatred. What I couldn't really quite figure out was the species he was specifically referring to. I mean he seemed Human too unless he had some sort of Hollywood makeup on, in which case, I was impressed and the fact that his voice sounded somewhat irregular and stationary supported that possibility but I couldn't get my head around about one particular thing. Maybe I was the Alien or in fact a Hybrid and the beings before in the tunnel were just trying to somehow bring me back to my senses. No, maybe I'm just letting my imagination and wacky theories run a mile for a second. Besides, they showed a very funny way of trying to grab a hold of my neck.
The world around us froze and now it was only a matter of time before we were sent to another yet bizarre set of surroundings. Now, my eyes were able to envelop a variety of flashing lights, glaring at me with their vicious stares and a set of plain glass windows what seemed to resemble a saucer shape style area. Not only was a far away from the cool breeze of the open fields but I was now thrown in to the polar opposite. Secluded within just a few meters with an uncertain sense of dread filling the air and I was beginning to doubt it was the release of the PS4 all those years ago. Well, it was pretty big if I smashed those windows with the infinite garden of stellar formations and life... well almost infinite. I was actually surprised there were no mysterious beings lurking in the backround.
If this was meant to be one of the places where people were reported of seeing once abducted by the beings, I can safely say that it's no doubt they seemed pretty creeped out. One of the windows seemed to flash like a TV and motion images were taking shape and in to focus. He clicked his fingers which created a sound that echoed all around and then it felt like we were both being transformed through an eerie existence... and that we were. The whole display of our environment altered like a Leopard and we arrived in a hospital ward. The curtains were drawn with a family all huddling around a small boy, maybe about 6ish laying down on a bed with a coat of blankets who didn't really appear to pay much attention to us and for good reason. We didn't exactly exist in their eyes We were merely projections but we could see the whole scene but I knew it wasn't a pleasant place to be especially at the time. The boy was pale white which I would have mistaken for a ghost, added with the crying around him of his relatives and perhaps friends (I could not be certain) but the numerous wires around him indicated something was wrong. A doctor arrived behind the sway of curtains, blanketing the bed from vision. Her face was not too hopeful and it was no doubt she was going to deliver some bad news and I could almost see it was as difficult for her to speak as it was for the rest of the family to speak as it was for the group of people waiting to listen.
"What does this show?" spoke the mysterious voice.
"The child is suffering from an illness probably and it has caused a great deal of emotion on his most loved ones." There I was, still talking like a student wondering whether the teacher would give me a gold star.
Although his reaction was new, he smiled. Not like he was enjoying himself but the borderline of a strange evil smirk, wrinkling his face that I did not quite understand... and what I still wouldn't understand in the moments to follow.
Once again, the click of fingers came in to being. The whole scene switched to a small bedroom which to my first sight, was tattered with posters of Xbox games all around from Master Chief... all the way down to Super Meat Boy. However there was also a woman, I'd say she was about 18 to 20 maybe who was wearing a blue dress and was appearing to be finishing putting her makeup and straightening her long jet black hair in order to look as beautiful as possible so the only assumption that came to mind was that she was heading for a date and I couldn't be more wrong since she seemed nervous so maybe it was her first.
Before the fellow guy on my bizarre travels could ask that question again, I was quick to respond, "She's happy that she's going out with someone but is at the same time, worried something will happen."
"You are quick to answer before the question but yes. You are correct." Suddenly the scene skipped to her crying with her mother hugging her tightly like it was going to be allright. This time it wasn't my time to answer.
"The fella never really responded well to those on first dates and for that reason, she never really took to taking risks after." All these stories seemed like tragic or an emotional state that would impact their later lives.
"Why are you showing me this?" I had to know why he was showing me so many scenes that would make anyone feel down.
"So you can understand our enemy. Our true enemy!"
Neither did I understand this and I was getting the urge to just shout out "Pause for a second!" but before I could even speak a word, another of click of those fingers resumed the whole TV reality scene. Not that I'm implying anything about "Wife Swap" or "Big Brother" or anything. Now the dark of the forest loomed, the evergreen towering over the landscape with massive open fields on it's border to cover the horizon but there was something eerie about it. There was total silence. No sound of the wind brushing against the trees or the sounds of Owls howling in the night or even Robert Patterson glaring his shiny new gnashers.
That wasn't to say in the forest, there was nothing to see. In fact we were watching an odd display of flashing lights on the ground, all viciously searching for their prey, hiding in the thick, dense vegetation trying not to make a sound. The air was cold and even as a projection, I could see the cold air from my heavy breathes! Although the prey wasn't simple minded. They were Humans just struggling to survive, keeping their arms hugging their own bodies for warmth and to disguise any sign of attention from their predators. our surroundings turned murky to a quiet underground with small light bulbs flickering the last remaining light source before it was lights out with people conversing with each other pretty quietly and then I began to understand that their motives were mostly discrete and what they truly were. They were Isonleries and it appeared that I was early to witness an important moment in their history.
A man walked to the side of the crumbling wall with short black air and a hint of Indian ethnicity. He began to speak in croaked voice yet loud enough for the few dozen people there. "I would like to say something about our situation." The audience looked at him gloomly as if he would not make any sense but at the end of the day, they weren't going to be busy themselves anyway. "I know we have been terrified. We have seeked out for help, we have gotten little. We have seeked the aid and support for weapons and reserves for our issues from simple gun stores, we have have been refused every single dime. We have yearned for the age of a simple, decent life at least, we have become living dead! However, I have a solution which will solve all our problems once and for all! The audience gazed at him in suddenly. Not because they were aware of his growing voice tone but in particular, what he had to say about his final point.
"What we have is not a curse, it's a blessing..." From that line, someone spoke out, angrily throwing remarks and questioning what he has been through but he simply replied in a calming tone, "Please what til I've finished" The room remained silent and the floor was all his. I supposed if he wanted to be a superstar sometime in his life, this was the closest time towards that fantasy. "It's a blessing... because we... know the truth. We know what has been covered up yet we hide away seeking help we are never going to get... so we create it. We help ourselves towards showing the truth to the world and what we are capable of which is why, we'll have to develop and use any means necessary to protect the people we love. I... I admit, I haven't been the most outspoken kind of guy in the world and if you knew me in my previous years, my shyness would make me a perfect rival to Sam Fisher but like it or not, we're a family. We're in the same boat and families look after each other! I have decided to make a series of plans but in order to carry out these, I will need to go far away and I can't do it alone. I ask... m... my family for guidance to go with me." He looked on to the crowds off people staring at him and it looked like he was starting to believe that maybe he was wasting his time and just wished to sit down but then just before he was going to make a move, many people began to step forward, about 8 from the 50 which was a great turn out and I could see myself that many of them appeared honoured. Despite the risks, this is how they would come in to being and become what the guy next to me called it, "A threat to national security."
A click from the echoing sound ended the vivid slideshow and I was back on the saucer shape craft. Still no beings looking to inject me with acid or anything but what I would like to call the Space Guy simply looked at me and spoke, "Hope... How the group was formed all those years ago. Do you see know what our true enemy is now?"
I looked at him puzzingly. Did I experience all this before. All these random questions I didn't have much of an idea how to respond yet if he from the way he was asking me the question, it seemed like I was unable to grasp his meaning. "The Isonleries? But can you blame them? I mean they're desperate! What would you do if you were being targeted?"
Unfortunately that was the wrong answer and he put his hands to his head as if he was ashamed. "I am disappointed in you. It is emotion! Every single feature of emotion has caused nothing but pain and misery. The destruction of this mental force is what we've been trying to achieve for many years!"
I was totally disagreeing with him. Maybe he had his reasons but emotion is what makes life forms. "How could you say good emotion generates evil and negative thought. No! I won't aim to to achieve this... whoever the hell I am!:
That was something I regretted inside because with another click of those fingers, everything changed. I could hear the echo inside my body and my entire head felt like it was vibrating inside. A pounding headache, I could literally feel something inside of me. My blood was rushing faster than it ever did before and before me, the whole scene turned in to an ocean of blood. My balance was just as bad with my knees wobbling and I collapsed to the floor. I couldn't help it. Everything in my body felt like it was just all crumbling apart. How could I not refuse the words when my body was aching to say them, whether it meant it or not, there didn't seem any hope for me. "Please... stop! I'm sorry!
I felt like a giant weight had been lifted from me. You could say I was relieved after that moment in time but I didn't understand any reason for this. It was only a small moment ago that the guy was acting very friendly and kind towards me in this weird abyss. Now all of a sudden, he's trying to crumble up my body like Apple Pie?
There something that did trouble me in that brief moment of relief and that was the angle I lay in which I could see something that confused me inside. My reflection... I couldn't really say if I quite understood what I looked like or even what race I was apart of but that was all obscured from vision when the Space guy knelt beside me and replied, "Good. That Isonlery leader is a threat to us all! Once we take him down, we'll have achieved a step towards annihilating our true enemy." With a flick of that echo. A flash of light consumed me whole. I couldn't exactly understand what role I had to play in this. I mean, why me?! When did I agree to any of this?! Who am I? Heck! You probably know me more than I do. You're reading my story. Well this was all just the beginning.
The light appeared to become more concrete with the breath of cold rain all around me with a bright truck beeping noise erupting the whole atmosphere. I didn't even understand that part but it was a moment when the Space guy's dream would have failed miserably. I was thrown out of sight of a speeding truck that drifted off in to the cold night's horizon with a friendly figure above me smiling at me underneath that black stealthy hood. I could recognize Angela's face from anywhere although I couldn't quite understand why she was smiling at me after just being hit by a truck.
"We thought we lost you!" I began to understand the pieces of my memory fragmenting together and I realized, this had happened all my life. To put it simply I sleepwalk with nightmares buzzing around in my head and I have been frequently told that I tend to disappear many times. I'm not saying I enjoy it but I suppose the fact that they found me before I was road meat was a reason to be OK about.
I remembered who I was and to tell you the whole thing would take an entire book. Well maybe two. Although the thought of writing a book doesn't even compare to the issues going on at the moment.
She spoke one final mini-speech before I was brought up on my feet. "Remember what our master said. We're a family and families look out for each other."
Chapter Finished
(Gasps for air) That took a bit of a while to write and if I keep on writing more in this blog alone, it will become the longest blog I've ever written and that record is steadily approaching by every word. Thanks so much for reading if you managed to read it all! If you weren't then... thanks for trying! 
Well I was actually going to write 2 chapters and I wrote a whole bunch of notes on A4 but I thought I would just write whatever came to mind to see how I would write... and also at the fact that my chapter seemed to become pretty detailed before I realized.
I apologize if the bit of writing felt all over the place. It's meant to for that particular chapter so I hoped I didn't scare anyone off with complicated settings. So what do you think?
Super thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed.