No story name yet, But coming soon to a forum near you.
It was a quiet day on Manhattan. the sun was shining on the beach and the waves were gently lapping against the shore.
Two children were playing under the watchful eye of their father, An LSF officer on his annual holidays with his family.
"Daddy, daddy, there is a man floating in the water!" yelled one of the chilrdren, running up to her father frantcially.
Within moments the LSF officer was dragging a limp body from the water.
He checked for a pulse, Weak, but there.
The stranger was covered in bruises and massive red wounds around his legs and arms, almost like he had been tortured while restrained.
He began CPR on the unidentified body, and within moments the stranger was coughing and coming to.
The stranger looked around confused at the children and their father, the mother was wandering over in the distance.
" Who are you?,Where am i?, Who am i?"
The stranger felt something around his neck. He felt down and found a peice of string, On it hung an old rusty key, with the number 7 engraved in it.
"What is this?"
This is a teaser to my next story, I am beginning to work on a very basic story line, but you will have to wait until i have finished my other story before i begin this.
Bloody Bretonians! Almost as bad as the French!
Two children were playing under the watchful eye of their father, An LSF officer on his annual holidays with his family.
"Daddy, daddy, there is a man floating in the water!" yelled one of the chilrdren, running up to her father frantcially.
Within moments the LSF officer was dragging a limp body from the water.
He checked for a pulse, Weak, but there.
The stranger was covered in bruises and massive red wounds around his legs and arms, almost like he had been tortured while restrained.
He began CPR on the unidentified body, and within moments the stranger was coughing and coming to.
The stranger looked around confused at the children and their father, the mother was wandering over in the distance.
" Who are you?,Where am i?, Who am i?"
The stranger felt something around his neck. He felt down and found a peice of string, On it hung an old rusty key, with the number 7 engraved in it.
"What is this?"
This is a teaser to my next story, I am beginning to work on a very basic story line, but you will have to wait until i have finished my other story before i begin this.
Bloody Bretonians! Almost as bad as the French!