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Here is a book i'm writing! It will be published in 3 years. I need comments and suggestions.

Prologue

The orphanage grew farther away as David and his friend, Marc, ran from the people chasing them. Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy! David panicked. The orphanage workers were starting to catch up! He could see beads of sweat running down Marc’s forehead. A large BOOM filled the air. David grabbed Marc as they both went flying toward the ground.
“Thought you might need help.” A voice said.
David looked up at a couple of men, no, teenagers, staring down at them. A boy with grey hair blew out the smoke on a large gun he held.
“I’m Jackson. Just Jackson, and you’re lives are going to change.” He said with a cynical smile.
My life’s going to change? How? It can’t possibly get any worse. Can it?

1


David watched as Jackson slammed his fist into the wall, making the room shudder. The other kids in the room looked at each other with frightened looks.
“This will not do Carline!” He growled. “You have the wrong map. This one is from 2008, we need the map for 2011!” He crumbled the map of the world in his hand and threw it in the trash.
David new the plan to overthrow the world would take time and brains. Jackson had been planning to take over the world. All he had to do was collect each teenager and make the plans. Right now, he had about six thousand seven hundred teens going with his plan.

Since Jackson was in charge, he had forty-five counselors who held groups in different parts of the country. Each group had about one hundred and fifty-five teens in it. Jackson's group was the biggest so far. The teens that didn't agree with Jackson's plan got exterminated. Their families were held hostage in the basement. Jackson used the basement of this old mansion as a prison. The teenager’s parents and younger siblings had been kidnapped and locked up in the basement too. Jackson told most of his friends about the plan. They told their friends, who told their friends and so on.

David watched as the seventeen-year-old boy paced around his table. David himself was only four years younger than Jackson. He didn’t quite like the idea of kidnapping all the parents and overthrowing the world. It was practically a dumb dangerous idea. David knew that everyday the group’s leaders had convinced more teens to join. They came from all over the world, leaving their parents or orphanages behind.  He was one of the orphans in western Pennsylvania. David and twenty-four other teenagers had run away and joined Jackson.

The plan for David and a couple other orphans was to gather all the other kids on the streets with no home. David enjoyed the idea. He was told he had to keep under cover. Jackson made the sixteen-year-old black haired girl sit back down. She frowned at him and looked at the ground. Jackson ignored Carline and looked at the other teens in the room. He had twenty teens in his own group who were of value to him. He called this group a Leaders Gang (L.G). David was one of them. The other teens stayed downstairs and organized the dusty mansion. Progress has been good so far.

No one ever came to this mansion because of Jackson's ghost pranks to scare them. David looked at a blond haired girl who had her arms folded and looked devotedly at Jackson. She sat by David’s younger sister, Marvel. Jackson agreed since Marvel would be turning thirteen in two months that she could join the group. She had pleased him so well lately that Jackson made her part of his L.G. Marvel looked at David and smiled. She nudged the blond girl next to her and whispered something too low for David to hear.



The blond girl looked at David and smiled. He blushed just as Jackson’s voice rose. “…and any of you who object will be joining the puny teens down stairs. Once I…we have this world under our control, you will all have your own houses, stores and ect.
Am I clear?” Jackson asked.
David nodded along with the other teens. He leaned over to the boy next to him and whispered, “What was Jackson talking about earlier?” The boy gave David a hard stare and didn’t answer. He scooted closer on the bench toward this very pretty girl. She had light eye make up and wore a jean jacket with sweat pants. Close to what he wore.

Jackson had sent a couple seventeen-year-olds to snatch some cloths from stores. Lancaster was a simple place to snatch things, even for fourteen-year-olds. Before Jackson dismissed the L.G to go about their business, he looked at each of them and said, “I have already talked to the others outside of the L.G. Each teen thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, ect…will have their own jobs. You will see the chart outside each door of each room. Only the L.G teens are free to go about the business I give them. You are dismissed.” The teens began to leave the room.

David felt a light tap on the shoulder and turned around to see Marvel. She was an inch smaller than him, about five feet, three inches. “Are you going to lunch?” She asked. David nodded and took his sisters hand. They began to walk toward the dining hall. Just before passing a door that had a sign with the numbers ‘13’ above it for the thirteen-year-olds that are assigned to that room, they looked at a chart pinned to the door.
The writing had been done by hand because they couldn’t afford to pay for electricity. That’s why they had lights with batteries. David read the assignments on the chart.

Teens Chart
Ordered by Jackson Ellison

Thirteen years: Keep the mansion under control. Keep it clean.
Fourteen years: Cook. Provide meals.
Fifteen years: Provide for what is needed. (Cooking supplies, clothes, ect…)
Sixteen years: Collect teens. Bring them into the group.
Seventeen years: Guard the mansion. Protect the group.

David looked at Marvel and suddenly realized he was stuck in a crowd of teens looking at the chart. “Excuse me.” David shoved his way through the crowd until he got to the other side.
Looking over the crowd to marvel, he saw her busy talking to a couple girls. David walked toward the dining hall where they sat and looked at the buffet table. It was full with bread, soup, veggies, and desert platters of donuts…
“Black!” Jackson came up from behind David and took his arm.
“I have to have a few words with you.”
David followed Jackson back to his office and sat down at a near seat.
A guard stood next to Jackson's desk and glared at David.
“Cole, you may go.” Jackson said.
The guard left the room with one final stare at David.
“Cole, he is a thirteen year old boy! What harm can he do? Now get yourself out of my office. I’ll call you if I need you.”
Cole closed the door behind him as he left.
“Now,” Jackson began “do you know why you’re part of the L.G, David Back?”
David shook his head.
“You’re going to be fourteen years old in a couple of weeks, so, I have a job for you.”
Jackson's lightening blue eyes seemed to pierce David.
“You’re a very nimble, young, talented boy. I want you to do a huge favor.”
David listened intensively to what Jackson had to say.
“We need all the teenagers we can get, right? So far we have gotten around...” Jackson looked at a folder with papers sprawled out on his desk “ten thousand teenagers over the past two years. I have made a few more groups. Tonight when we have our nighttime meeting as, I want you to leave and take my horse that’s behind the house and go to L.A. I heard Miley Cyrus is going to be there to see a show. I want you to kidnap her. What do you think?”
David looked at Jackson in awe. He had no clue what to say except for what flew out of his mouth.
“Are you kidding? She’ll be too hard! People will be all over her, photographers, and fans, lots of people! I can’t just go up to her; she’ll have guards by the way. And what will I say? ‘Hey, Miley, I know this club in Lancaster, its fabulous! Our leader wants us to help him take over the world. He’s going to overthrow the government you know? That’s crazy! She’ll never listen!”
Jackson began to laugh.
“You have good humor David, but not enough. The plan should work. If you need a gun, one of the guards can provide one for you.”
“What if she has a boyfriend? I mean, won’t he be listening to our conversation?”
“Don’t worry.”
“Why do we need her?”
“Well, we don’t need just her. First, when we kidnap Miley, all the attention will be on L.A. No one will expect her to be in Lancaster. Now, if you would please sit back down, we may discuss the plan.”
David realized he had been standing up. He sat down on the chair with a thump.
“What a few friends and I planned was simple. We found out where Miley is going after the show. She is going to meet her dad. I don’t know where, but I do know which road she’s taking.” Jackson gave David a small smile and continued on, “If you’re wondering how we plan to kidnap her, don’t worry. We have it all under control. Miley is going to be escorted by two bodyguards and a limo. When they pull out onto the main road, you will be waiting to ambush the limo. They’re won’t be any bloody work with guns and so on. Instead, Cole Brady has snatched a small bomb of sleeping gas from his uncle’s science lab. When the limo comes close, you will push a small green button on the bomb and toss it at the limo’s windshield. This gas can go through anything. As soon as the limo has stopped, go strait from the back of the limo and peek inside it. Make sure no one, and nothing is awake. When all seems clear, open the door – if its not locked – and get Miley out of there. She may be too heavy to put atop the horse, so, I decided to have a small wagon with all the supplies you’ll need in it.
“You need to drive the wagon to the end of the road, which is about a mile or two, and you’ll meet Cole and a few other guys there. They will have a car. So, any questions?” Jackson folded his hands together and leaned on the table.
David nodded and said, “What if the limo is locked?”
The question made Jackson smile.
“In the wagon…there should be a Swiss army knife. Except, there is no knife in it. All it contains are picklocks. Is that all?”
“No. When do I leave? And, how long will it take me to get there?”
“Oh, shoot! I forgot. You, my horse and wagon are going to be escorted at the road where you’ll ambush the limo. I forgot about that.”
“Okay.” David stood up to leave.
Jackson escorted him out and went back to his desk. Cole stood guard outside the door. Looking him up and down, Cole rolled his eyes.
David glared at him. “What are you rolling your eyes at?”
Cole was about six feet tall. The only thing David was worried about were the muscles that rippled down Cole’s arms. He gave David a very daunting look that made him turn and run down the hall. As he came toward the cafeteria, David ran into someone.
“Oh, sorry…” He stopped mid sentence to stare at the person he ran into. She was a bit shorter than him, had blonde hair and a dog that stood at her side.
“Err, hi. Sorry about that.” He gave her another look and entered the cafeteria.
“David!” Marvel came running up to him.
“Why don’t you sit with us?” She motioned to a full table.
Two empty spots sat at the end. Our spots, no doubt, David thought. He let Marvel lead him to the table. There were two full plates of food.
“That ones yours. You should have seen the crowd! People started shoving their way for the food! I’m guessing there must be amazing cooks in the kitchen, or people are being pigs. Either one.”
“Yeah, Marvel, you didn’t tell him what you did!”  a blond haired girl sitting next to Marvel said.
“What did you do?” David asked.
“She stood up on a table and yelled ‘everyone get in line for the food or I’ll have Jackson come in here’ everyone instantly got in line! It was amazing.” The blonde said.
“Now we know how everyone feels about Jackson.” Marvel said with a mouthful of food.
Everyone laughed.

Last edited by Yuki_Cross (2011-02-22 18:32:01)