Tales Of A JetPunker Part 2

Note: These chapters contain depictions of weapons and violence.

Here is Part 1: Tales Of A JetPunker

One hour.

Two hours.

Five hours.

Right now, time seems like it hates me. I hate it back.

There's only an hour left until my execution, and I'm starting to not look forward to it. In case you're wondering, in my final days I've been breaking things, crying, and cursing like a madman at every person I see. No wonder everyone thinks I belong in an asylum.

30 minutes left until my execution.

I'm talking to my one and only friend in this prison, Gademotsili. They said the S word just a few days ago on the new message board.

"Wish you luck, friend", Gademotsili said.

"I'm going to be dead within a day, and you're wishing me luck?"

Gademotsili stood up and raised an eyebrow at me. "Yes, I am."

"Wait, why aren't you dead yet?" I say.

Gademotsili sits back down again. "I think they forgot about me. I haven't gotten food for like, a week, and I'm drinking water out of the faucet."

I sigh. "Ask me for food, then!"

"I'm not the type to do tha-" they stop after they see three guards coming up to my cell.

Oh no, I think. It's time.

"It's time for your execution. Don't do anything stupid." the largest guard says in a firm voice.

I don't glance back at Gademotsili. The big guy pretty much drags me across the building until we reach a large room.

I see the Head of Police, laughing like a maniac. He doesn't acknowledge me or anything, besides giving me a grim smile.

I'm thrown hard and tied onto a mattress. I'm too scared to open my eyes anymore.

I hear a noise similar to taking out a sword from a sheath. This triggers my brain into opening my eyes, and I see a surgical knife in someone's hand. They don't hesitate to start.

AAAAAAAAAAaaAaA!!! I scream in pain. This continues until they are halfway around my chest. For some reason, these...unfortunate people look up. Their eyes are in terror, and I start to panic, at least how I can panic strapped to a blood-soaked mattress.

It's too late for me to think before an arrow comes flying towards me!

It doesn't hit me but it does graze my stomach, leaving a gash oozing with more of my blood. I gasp.

Who was that? 

Then both of the unfortunate torturers fall to the ground. A person is running towards me.

I recognize that they're the same person that attacked my attackers just a few days earlier.

They speak. "Are you still alive?"

That's a really dumb question, but I respond with an "I think so".

"Maybe we should get you out of here. You could fill the entirety of the Orcspel Sea with your blood."

I respond weakly. "Isn't the Orcspel Sea already filled with blood?"

"Oh, shut up!" they say. "I'm going to shoot you with a tranq dart so we can bring you to our base."

We?

Yet again, everything goes black. Only this time, the world spins in chaos until my conscience finally slips away.

I wake up without any scary horror dreams. I'm in a dim room, laying on yet another mattress. I almost have a heart attack. Mattresses are traumatizing already.

"Is anyone here?" I get out. There's no answer.

I get up, but I immediately lay back down from the pain. My chest is stitched up, though I have a feeling it wasn't a medical professional who did that.

The door finally swings open. It's not the same person as before.

"Who are you?" I question in a suspicious voice.

"My name isn't important." he responds in the same tone.

"Why am I here?"

"Would you rather be dead?"

"WHY AM I HERE?" I exclaim.

He sighs. "My name is, uh...Jack.  can't explain why you're here, or else, uh, they would probably beat the hell out of me."

I unsuccessfully look around for an object to throw at him.

"You chill now?"

I give him a glare and he walks out of the room.

I think he was the we that the person from yesterday was talking about. Friend? Acquaintance? Coworker? Prisoner?

I decide to force myself to get up. Pain shoots through my chest, but it's nothing compared to what I felt yesterday. I walk around in circles like I usually do until my circulation is flowing and the questions are coming in. Whose house is this? Where are we in the city? Are there any cute girls around here?

We're not in Orcspel City, are we? No, they would laugh and record me live on TV. I shove away the thought.

I notice that there is a small window in the room, small enough for me to fit through. I think I've mastered the art of breaking windows, so one more shouldn't hurt.

There's a slab of stone on the floor a few feet away from me, that should do. I slam it into the window. After four or five hits, it cleanly breaks into just a few pieces.

Looks like I have a lot to learn about windows.

I'm embarrassed to say that the room was on the second floor and I walked right out without thinking.

From what I can see, there's a lot of grass and a few buildings spread throughout, the one I came out of the biggest.

I go for a little walk. The building I came from is barely visible now. I lay down on the grass and stare at the sky, wishing that life was easier. One thing I've learned, though, is that it gets harder the more you wish it wasn't.

I'm still in the grass. I think I fell asleep, for who knows how long. My kidnappers (I mean saviors) are probably panicking right now. My brain fights over if I should head back or stay for a little longer just to mess with them (whoever them is). Of course, I choose the latter option.

A few minutes later I change my mind. I need to get answers out of them.

Since I was a child, I've needed to know everything. A normal kid would get excited over mac and cheese, while I would read the nutrition facts and ingredients to see what was in there.

"Mom, what is Thiamin Mononitrate?" I remember asking.

"Just wait for the food to be served like a normal child." My mom said. That's what she always said.

I used her computer to secretly make a quiz about all the ingredients on our Kraft mac and cheese box. When her job saw it published, they almost kicked her out of the city. I got an overly abusive beating for that, then after Quizmaster figured out that my own mother hacked into my account, she was killed.

My dad was exiled for hacking into JetPunk Premium headquarters. They found him lounging in one of their luxury hotels, and that was the end of him. He never was as bright as me.

After my mom was killed, I ran away, living on the streets. It honestly wasn't that bad, though, I got through it pretty easily. Remember, I was the kid who was reading the ingredients on a mac and cheese box.

Back in the present day, I finally returned to the building. Since I'm in no shape to climb back up to the same room, I loop around the building and open what seems like the front doors.

I'm greeted with eight very annoyed eyes. Two of them are from the mystery person, two are from Jack I think he said is name was, and the other four are from two people I don't know.

I'm pretty sure all of them knew I left.

Jack confronts me. "Where the hell did you run off too? Did you report us to the JetPunk Council? Give the president of Orcspel our location?" There's anger all over his face.

"Uh...I just went for a walk."

In one sudden motion, Jack punches me in the stomach and pushes me to the ground. The pain is flaring again.

One of the people from across the room get up and he slaps Jack in the face. "You have to chill, Jack. We've looked through his record, we even have his badge. He's not a fraud."

Mystery Person (you know, the one that nearly shot me and beat up a few guards) speaks up. "Some of the information on your badge...was very interesting."

My face turns red. There's some...very interesting information on there. I hope they'll just leave it there...but no, they're pulling up my personal badge info on a screen.

"This isn't a comedy show!" I shout. I am beyond flustered right now. Everyone ignores me except for Jack, who suggests that maybe the rest of them should stop fooling around. What a hypocrite.

Mystery Person shows me one of my unfinished blog entries. I immediately recognize it, and my face turns into a bright shade of pink.

"Who are you guys?" I manage to say, nearly choaking on my own saliva.

They glance at each other and nod.

"As you know, I'm Jack. He points to Mystery Person. Um, that's Sally. Over there is...Sarah, and he's Bob."

The rest of them groan.

"Do you think I'm really that stupid?" I say. "Bob? Seriously?" They all go silent.

The same guy who slapped Jack in the face finally breaks the silence. I think he's my favorite.

"My name is MetallicStar."

They exchange more glances.

"Yah, my name isn't Jack. I'm MasterRocket."

"Astana." Mystery Person says.

"LuckyCat."

It seems like Part 1 was well received! Thank you for everyone who read these two chapters (and Part 1 as well). Like I said in Part 1, if you don't want to be portrayed in this story, say something. I'm going to annoy you by saying this in every chapter.

IF YOU ARE IN THIS STORY I AM NOT ASSUMING ANYTHING ABOUT YOU, ALL THE CONTENT IN THIS SERIES IS 100% FICTIONAL. THERE MAY BE REAL LIFE ELEMENTS BUT THIS IS A FICTIONAL STORY. Just because I punched you or kissed you or threw you off a cliff in the story does not mean I want to actually do that (maybe). Do you understand by now?

Sorry about my excessive screaming at you. The next two chapters should be finished in about a week (no promises). Thanks for reading, and have a good day!