Stryder

(This story is fictional. None of the events that occur in this book isn't true.)

Stryder: The Beginning

Prologue


My name is Steven Knight. I went to Ouachita Parish High School, which is where my story begins. It starts when my best friend, Brandon Dool, was murdered a few days before our graduation. The year is 2008. At this point and time, I was working at Domino's pizza, plus a few odd jobs around the city. This is my story.

Chapter I: The Ending of a Friendship

I was on my way down the isle at the ULM collisium. A smile was on my face, but my heart was grieving. My best friend, Brandon Dool, was murdered a few days before. I knew the person who did it, but I was still on the investigation stage of the murder trying to prove he was the real one who did it. His name was unknown, but I knew his initials. JM. That's all I knew of him. He was notorious for what he did. He didn't kill the people himself, but he sent his people out to kill them. His hands were never dirty with the blood of the innocent. I also had another friend that cared for Brandon. Her name was Holly Bryant. When she got the news, she cried until she wasn't able to anymore. I was single at the time of the incedent.

 

As we started to head out, tears started to roll down Holly's face. "It's gonna be ok," I told her. "How?" she started, "He's gone, and there's nothing we can do to bring him back." As she said those words, she started to walk off. I thought to myself, "Will this be the end of my friendship with her just because she lost someone dear to her?" We all left the coliseum to go home, except for me. I went to the school to see if I could find anything else out, but I didn't go as myself. I was someone different at night. I was Stryder. I put people into fear when they do wrong, but no one knows who I am. Brandon, my best friend, didn't even know, and he died not knowing. I prowled the rooftop of the school and found myself where his truck was last parked. I found a red liquid by a tire track. I thought that it was blood at first, but I took another look at it. It was transmission fluid.

As I was finishing up, someone with bright headlights were coming up. I quickly ducked into the band hallway to see who it was. It was Holly. It appeared as if I wasn't the only one that was curious about the mysterious death of Brandon. Holly was an intern at the FBI. I was an intern at Microsoft. She knew now that Brandon's truck wasn't really stolen, but Brandon was still gone. I see that I wasn't the only one that wanted answers, so I went to the one place where I knew i could get them. I went to a club called Domino's After Hours. I knew some of JM's men would be there because he owns the place. I walked in and everyone started to stare at me. I guess it was because I had a komono and a mask on. I found one of them. I tapped him. "What do you want, freak?!" he asked me. "I know what you and some of your buddies did to Brandon Dool," I replied. He turned around. "What?!" He broke a glass and came at me. I pulled out my Kitana and placed it against his neck. "What did you do to him? TALK!" I pressed against his neck even harder. "It wasn't me that did that!" he yelled. Everyone in the club was frightened by my blade as I pierced his neck with it. Blood started to roll down his neck. "JM gave some noob the job to wack your friend." "Who?" He wouldn't say anything. I cut him on the face to make him talk. "Who!?" I yelled. Everyone in the club started to panic. That's when more of his guards popped in for a visit. Now I was in for the fight of my life.  

Chapter II: The fight rages between worlds

        There I was. It was me versus 20 different guys with guns and knives.  All of them vame at me at once.  I leaped into the air and jumped over all of them.  I pulled my kitana from its sheet. "Come on!" I yelled.  They all came at me as I ran toward them.  In one swing, I took out 15 guys.  Five were left and they had chains.  At this time, the Monroe Police Dept. stepped in.  Blood was on floor, also I had my kitan still in my hand.  "Freeze!" one officer said.

         I jumped thru the air into the air duct above me.  i crawled to the roof of Domino's and the parking lot was surrounded.  "Stryder!" one officer called out.  i just look at him.  "We're not going to hurt you!"  i jumped off the roof with my sword still in my hand.  "You did good, Stryder,"  he told me.  I left the scene as though nothing happened.  It was my graduation night and I was supposed to be having fun, but I couldn't help the fact that my best friend was dead and there was little I could do.  I made it back home, back to my little apartment to find it trashed.  It appears to been broken into by someone or something.  Yet, I saw those initials on the wall of my living room. "JM."  That name stuck in my head now, because not only did he want Brandon out of the way, but he also wanted me out the way, too.