Chapter 1

Okay, this is the first chapter and the first thing I wrote...The Prolouge was written later. I will post chapter 2 later. I am poting this all by chapters because I can get more written and have more to share later! I am only on chapter 11 right now. Also, take note that this story is ever changing. I am always going back and adding more here and there and chagning bits. Its because as i get along further in the story, my characters develop more and I have to go back and add or change things to set up that development. So what you are reading now may be differnt later on.


Chapter 1

Jason Baynes slipped into the shadows behind a dumpster in a moonlit alley in Sydney Australia. He crouched down and tried with all his might to control his breathing. He tried to calm himself by breathing in for two seconds and then out for two more. He peered out towards the street and watched as the man who had been chasing him entered into the alley as well.

The man, from what Jason could see, was winded also. He pulled off his bowler hat and ran his gloved hand through his dark hair. He looked to be around 35. He reached into his trench coat and pulled out a cigarette and lit it up. He inhaled the cancer stick and seemed to somehow gain control of his breath.

Jason jumped when a cell phone ring sounded. He frantically reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone trying frantically to silence the damn thing. He looked at it, only to find it hadn’t sounded at all. The bowler hat man in the alleyway flicked his cigarette to the ground, pulled a cell phone out of his coat pocket, flipped it open and said,

"Yeah?" There was a pause as the bowler hat man listened. "No, I don't have him yet, he's managed to lose me." Silence filled the alley again with the exception of the muffled voice coming from the phone. "I saw him come into an alley, but I don't see him in here." The man looked up above him at the fire escapes, and tugged at a door to see if it were open. The muffled voice continued to talk through the cell phone, this time a little louder. Who ever was on the other end of this conversation, was not happy.

Jason tried his hardest to hear what was being said. The only words he heard before the muffled voice was cut off were,

"Find him, find out who he is and why he is so important to the Ghost. Use any means necessary. Then get rid of him!"

Jason gasped in horror.

"Why are they looking for me? I don't know this Ghost person," he thought. He peered back out into the alley. The bowler hat man was gone. "Where did he go?" He wondered. "He must have left." Jason slowly stood up and breathed a sigh of relief, but his relief was premature. The sound of crunching gravel from behind him sounded in his ear. Jason spun around to see what had made the noise, only to see a black sack come over his head. It was the last thing he would ever see. Jason then fell unconscious with a crushing blow to the back of his head.