This is THE story

Hi there, I'm Ryan from 'THE DEACON FILES' and this is THE story. I will, in a few minutes, post the prologue. This story is NOT named yet. SORRY ABOUT ALL OF THE CAPITAL LETTERS. See ya!

Prologue

PROLOGUE

     My eyes flew open.
     Well, I must have dozed off. I gazed at all the hurrying people around me. I rose off of the bench I was sitting on.
     I was in a shopping mall? How long was I asleep? As long and hard as I thought, I couldn't remember how or why I got here.
     Duh, I came here to shop, why else?
     Logic told me that was the right answer, but still there was a feeling... a very tiny feeling from the back of my mind, telling me that something... something wasn't quite right.
     Logic pushed that feeling away. I am in a shopping mall, I might as well shop. I started towards the nearest store.

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     After a few hours, I got bored. I decided I didn't really need to buy anything. Just as I was leaving a clothing store, I noticed one of the employees --he looked in his 20's, with short brown hair and green eyes-- glaring at me. I wasn't really sure what to do, so I just spun around, and left. Looking back, I saw him turn away, shake his head, and go on with his duties.

     Something looked familiar about him.

      As I neared the exit, another employee, this one was bald with angered brown eyes, his face a scowl, stood in my way.

     "Can I get past, sir?"

     "Did you pay for that?"

     "What?"

      "That." He pointed towards a golden-colored watch around my right wrist. I didn't really notice it. I didn't remember paying for it, but it did look familiar...

     "Did you, or what?" He looked like he was about to explode. "That costs hundreds of dollars."

     "I did." I lied. Well, it was the best thing I could think of.

     The bald man laughed an evil chuckle. "Nice lie, kid. Hand it over."

     "I... it's mine." I stuttered.

     "I can call security."

     "What's so important about this watch?" I asked.

     "You stole it."

     "No, I didn't." I held fast to my word. What was so important? I didn't steal it.

     "Mark, keep this kid here, I'm getting security."

     The other employee, Mark, came over and forced me into a chair.

     As I was about to speak, he slammed an object, it felt like metal, into my head, knocking me out.