Somewhere in the depths of Hollywood, California; there was a building. In that building was a man. That man was chained to the walls. He had done nothing wrong to deserve such a harsh fate. One day he had been walking in the street and the next thing he knew he had woken up chained to a wall in the basement of an abandoned building where no one could hear his desperate screams. Since the day he had woken up it had been approximately two years that he spent in that basement. But, there's no way to tell. No light, only darkness. The man's name was Nicholas. His appearance now was a grim one, he looked like the kind of person you wouldn't want to be in elevater with. His hair was long and scraggly, his nails were long and pointy. He had spent two years catching mice and living off them. He had no shirt, only the tuxedo pants that he'd been wearing before he woke up in this place. All that time had honed his skills though. He was stronger and stronger willed to escape. Today was going to be the day that he'd escape. Nicholas growled and braced himself. He pulled with all of his might and the chains ripped out of the wall. He smiled and tears filled his eyes. He could finally be free. He ran to a door and upon opening it found a brick wall behind it. He looked up and saw a place where he could grapple on to if only he had some rope or something to pull himself up on. He looked down and chuckled. His wrists were still shackled and the chains didn't have anywhere to be. He flung his forearm and wrist and the chain swung over a beam and down next to him. He climbed up with ease and got to the top banister where there was another door. He took a deep breath and wondered if behind this door there would be another disappointment. He swung it open and was blinded by the bright sunlight. Oh, how he'd missed the day. He stumbled outside and found himself in an alleyway. He walked out to the street and despite the fact that he was shirtless, dirty, and was dragging chains behind him, no one seemed to acknowledge him as out of the ordinary. After all, this was Hollywood. Nicholas walked down the street and turned the corner where there was a cop. The cop eyed Nicholas and told him to come to him. Edward did so not wanting to start any trouble. The cop informed him that he was going to take him into the station because he looked really lost. The cop started to try to take Nicholas's shackles off but for some reason, Nicholas felt like he shouldn't let him. With a flick of his wrist the chains were around the cop's throat and within forty seconds the cop was dead. Nicholas couldn't believe what he had just done. He ran away as far as he could to escape the fate that was probably going to befall him for killing an officer of the law.
To be continued...
