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Chapter One
“Junk, Junk, Spam, oh wait! I’ve won free admin privileges! No, wait, that’s spam...” Adaminator3 ran through his list of PM’s. Unfortunately, someone kept on sending him spam, and he didn’t know why. 10 more messages remained, however…
“Spam, Spam, Junk, Complaints, Reports, Dream Interpretations, Itiocity Central replies… Oh? What’s this?” his mouse hovered over a PM with an empty subject. It didn’t say who sent it, only when it was sent – 3.00 A.M, the same time he refreshed the page, only to find more spam. He clicked on the message, thinking it wasn’t spam or anything.
His eyes widened in shock.
“Athryn has been kidnapped and taken to Rolleston, we don’t know why, but you are the ONLY member in that area. We have no idea why, but I think you should look for her. NOW.”
Adaminator3 sighed, and ran his hands through his greasy hair. The same admin had threatened to ban him 10 times in a row, because he kept PM’ing her asking about the spam he kept on receiving. And why was she taken here of all places? He thought she lived over the other side of the world, in America or something? Adaminator3 moved his mouse over to the reply button, but there was none – What the--?
The doorbell rang, and it started raining. Heart pounding, Adaminator3 switched off his monitor and walked towards the large, walnut door. He wrenched it open, only to find nothingness, he couldn’t even see the road. Maybe it was because of the large, thick black bag pulled over his head? Probably.
“You will come with us now, or pay the price. We know you have our leader.” Said a misty, dark voice. “Who are you? What Leader?” Adaminator3 replied, curious. Could this be about Athryn’s Disappearance?
“You are aware of the recent disappearance on IF?”
“IF? The Forum IF?”
“No, the organization. The forum is a cover—“
“Darth Futuza, you’re telling him too much!” He was interrupted.
“Sorry, Spinner. Wont happen again. Now, as for you…”
“Put him in the damn truck already, lets go before his parents come home!”
“Come home? He lives in his parents house?”
“Yeah, he’s Fifteen for crying out loud.”
“Oh – right, sorry.”
Adaminator3 was shoved inside a large van by now, and Saint Rising (With the help of his friend) Drove off, into the night.
‘The IF Organization? What is that? Their leader has gone missing? All I wanted was a place to post my Original Writing…’ thought Adaminator3, as the van silently rolled down the darkened street.
*End of chapter One*
(Hopes i dont get the banhammer over making athryn Dissapear in my IF Fiction)
This post has been edited by Adaminator3: 08 May 2008 - 10:14 PM
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