?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????DANGERS OF REALITY
???????????????????????????????????????????CHAPTER ONE



“Lance!” screamed Raun from the driver’s seat, “get down, they can see you!”

I tried to squeeze myself in the area between the seats, but that didn’t work, the men in the motorcycles could still see me perfectly, and they were aiming.

There were three motorcycles, two on each side, and one behind us. They have been chasing us for the past mile as we raced down the New York Thruway.

“Raun! Do something” I screamed.

“What do you think I am trying to do!” he screamed back, taking his hands of the wheel and turning to face me.

Oddly enough, the car continued on, swerving in and out of traffic, without an arm on the wheel, or a foot on the pedal.

I knew his feet were not on the pedal because he was now attempting to kick open his door. One good kick sent the door flying through the air towards the trees just to the right of the highway.

On contact, the door sliced through the bark like it was butter and the tree tumbled to the ground. Good kick.

Now I watched in horror as Raun began to climb out of the open doorway and up to the roof of the car. He stood perfectly still, balancing on the roof while pointing at the motorcycle to the right.

He flicked his finger, and the bike turned off the road and into the guardrail. Both the driver and passenger were thrown off the bike and into the dirt bed ten feet beyond the rail.

Raun then turned and and began to take aim at the bike on our left. He would have “fired” again, but a loud shot rang out and I could see a bullet implant itself in the seat just a few feet to my left. However, that bullet had not been fired by the men on the bikes.

Did I mention that we were also being followed by the cops? About fifty feet behind us, six police cars were gaining ground on us. What do they want from a 16 year old boy and a man I just met two days ago?

It’s a long story, but the police think Raun blew up my house and murdered my parents and brother. Let me assure you, that is one hundred percent true. But apparently, there is more to this story than what everybody is telling me.

Should I rewind a bit? It was two days ago, the first Saturday of April, when my parents and my brother Victor had been searching for a new school. Why were we looking for a new school? Well because on my 16th birthday, just a few days before, my school caught fire and had completely burned down.

Not only that, but Raun says that I caused the fire, but after seeing what I had seen today, I am beginning to believe him.

Back to my story, we had just arrived home Saturday afternoon and all of a sudden Victor passes out. We bring him to the hospital and we were there all Saturday night. At about seven o’clock, victor came to and my dad asked me to go to the hospital store and get him something to drink.

I did what he said, and inside the store Raun came up to me. He seemed to know everything about me, my name, my address, everything, and I have never seen him before.

This was scaring me a bit, but then I looked around to see if anybody was watching this, and what scared me even more was that nobody was moving.

I thought it would be a good idea to run, so I turned around, to see that he was standing by the door now.

“You are not going anywhere yet Lance. They are coming after you and we need to protect you. What happened to your brother was because of me, but that was only because I needed to reach you.”

Back then, I almost began to cry. He did this to my brother, but how?

“There is no time for questions Lance, I need you to meet me at the park tomorrow at noon, where we must discus your future.”

And just like that, he was gone. I began to walk back towards the room my family was in and I stopped. Now I was really scared, I just saw that man a few days ago. He was one of the performers at a magic show I went to for my birthday.

Then memories began to flood my head. That same man had been my Algebra teacher for a few days when my regular teacher died of some unknown cause. He also looked vaguely like the new mailman we had for about a week, the dentist that offered us one free visit, and one of the firemen who tried to put out the fire at the school.

I thought to myself, what should I do? He says he wants to help, but has he been trying to kill me these past few weeks? Do I listen to him, that’s the big question. Something inside me tells me that I should stay very well out of this, but then again, something seems different.

The next day, I decided to go to the park, and sure enough, he was standing by the fountain. I did not believe a word he said, about magic, and powers, and the people who are coming after me.

“They are called the Aztels,” Raun told me, “They are a very powerful race, just as powerful as us Minders, and they want to destroy you because you are the only one who can stop them.”

What did I do then? I did what any person would do in this situation; I told them he was crazy. That was not really one of my best ideas, and I kind of regret saying that.

I could see a small flash of red forming in his eyes as he slowly raised his right arm. I was now beginning to get a bit horrified of him as a small roll of thunder could be heard in the distance.

As he began to clench his fists, the rocks around me began to rise into the air. As they rose, they began to break apart until they had become nothing more than dust. The dust then began to swirl around the two of us, creating a large wall of what was now sand.

Then there was the lightning. Tiny bolts of electricity began to bounce off the walls, some would go through me and my body would glow.
When the dust had cleared, I noticed that I was no longer standing on the ground, but I was suspended about 25 feet in the air. The dust had then began to merge together, and soon they were full rocks again, which began to lightly fall back to the ground.

As for me, I fell with a thud. Raun was still in the air, and was staring at me. I began to back away. I knew I could not run, there was now nothing I could do but listen to this guy and hope that he does not kill me.

“O-Okay” I tried to say, “w-what do y-you want me to do?”

“Like I said before, we need to get you someplace safe. You were safe until you turned 16, but now that you are 16, your memories may return at one point, and because of that, they can now track me.”

“What do you mean my memories?” I asked as more thunder ripped through the sky. It was only a quarter to 1, but the darkness of the clouds made day turn into night.

“Lance! We do not have time for questions,” he said and began pointing towards the clouds. “Do you see the clouds? They are already on their way, we need to hurry, we have no more than a couple of days to get you to Marcon. If we can’t get you by then, you may very well die.”

“I need you to go home and get ready. Get a good night’s sleep and go to school on Monday. After school, I do not want you to head home right away. I need you to go to the store and pick some stuff up. When you wake up, the location of the store and what you need to get will be in your bag.”

“I do not want you to head back home until at least 5PM, and I don’t even want you to go near your house then, I want you to meet me three blocks down on 9th street. Do you understand me?”

“No! I don’t understand . I don’t know what you are talking about! What about my family? What are they going to think, when I end up missing? I don’t want to do this, I don’t want to leave my family.”

“Don’t worry Lance,” Raun said with a smile, “I will take care of them.”