AUTHOR’S NOTE: This is my first story…so do please give me some leeway. It’s also worth mentioning that this is much more story driven, and while plenty of sex is there, it kind of takes the back seat (especially early on-there’s basically nothing in this chapter). Other than that, feedback is appreciated and suggestions for future parts are welcome. If you vote it negative, please comment and tell me why. I’ll try to be as active as possible in responding to comments etc. Note that I don’t own the rights to any of the trademarked/copyrighted stuff I reference in the story-blahblahblah. Enjoy!

New York. 17 years of experience, you would’ve thought, was enough to know a city. But the story I’m about to tell you bends over and rapes that theory over and over again.
My name is Daniel. I’ve lived in New York City for the entire 17 year period that is my life, and I need to share this story with someone. The story begins with me, about a year ago (16 yrs. old), discovering something strange that would pursue me the rest of my life…

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CHAPTER 1 ::APRIL, 2010::

Friday

Today had been, seemingly, the longest of days. It was Friday, and I was more than ready for the weekend. After exiting the bus at my house, I ran upstairs to my room to occupy myself with the best of pastimes: video games. Logging on to my Steam, I scrolled through my fairly extensive library and picked DCUO. Once I got onto the world, I didn’t leave my computer for about 3 hours. After that, I took a break to eat dinner and then resumed until about 10:00.
If you’re wondering yet why neither of my parents are home, the answer is simple. My dad left me when I was about 3 (So I don’t really remember him), and my mom’s a waitress who works nights, and most of the afternoon, with no days off save for the occasional vacation time she accumulates.
So, drifting off to sleep, I finally was away from all those pesky real-world problems.
My dreams, are, to say the least, unusual most times. Surreal doesn’t even begin to describe it. But this one seemed fairly…normal. I was walking through some large cement pipe, with no visible end. Suddenly, I very bright, but pale-blue light flashed behind me. Turning towards it, it seemed to be pretty far away. For whatever reason, I felt the need to begin walking towards it. After a while, I had finally reached the light…floating there in the center of the pipe. But as I reached out a hand to touch it, the floor retreated and I experienced the oh-so-familiar “falling down to end the dream” feeling.
Weird, I thought, slowly waking up. I decided to forget about it, and I slowly drifted back to sleep.

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Monday

I woke up to the BZZZTing sound of my alarm clock, and pulled myself out of bed to start yet another day as a freshman at NBHS (North Bay High School).
The weekend had been uneventful (Unless, of course, you count me nerding out by 22 levels eventful), with no reappearance of my strange dream. Shutting off my clock (But not really looking at it), I meandered downstairs to eat breakfast. As I was staring out the front window, I saw MY BUS PULL UP! SHIT! I thought, as I tore upstairs to try and throw something on in the 60 seconds I had.