1 The actual beginning this time.

The short boy that is Luther Reed enters his classroom with his head down and soul devoid of hope. His disdain for the education system is evident to all that noticed him. But he was hidden by his complete lack of any attention grabbing features. Whether on his clothes or on his body.

He walks towards the table his friend. He sat next to his friend, which was the only person that sat at that table. They proceed to do the usual for their first hour of highschool. Talking. Doing the bare minimum for their assignments. But the usual was conveniently broken by Luther and his tan, black haired friend uniquely named Banquinn (pronounced Ban-Quinn) found an interesting website on their school administered chromebook. It was some supersoldier larp thing that had an incredibly complex and specific name. And a unique domain suffix. It was by insane luck and practically smashing their hands against their keyboards that they found it. It had almost nothing, only having gibberish formatted text and a steel Grey background, and other than a single click able thing. The word being "Internal".

The linked to a page with boxes asking for your personal info. Luther decided to impress his friend by putting his real info on it. Name, address, a social security number, even his current location. His friend was amazed by his stupidity and lack of forethought of any potential consequences, or pizzas that might befall his house, or his parents bank account. After clicking the sign up button.

The page went blank. And all that was left was the word "Beta". Luther quickly got an email stating "we appreciate your information. The higher ups will contact you soon. The project is in beta. You are true.". His friend Banquinn tried his hand at the site, doing his best to copy the sites domain. But it led to nothing. As if the site never existed in the first place. "bro what?" He laughed out his confusion, "dude I don't even know what's goin' on. I'm probably gonna be on a t-shirt tommorow" Luther spoke, laughing at the thought of him suddenly disappearing at worst. Pizzas at his parents house or sudden credit card usage were more likely then a brutal death. " whadya think was up with that site anyway. What grandpa set it up. Think it's a cult or what. But most imprtantly WHERED IT GO?" Banquinn questioned his friend. "Maybe your fat fingers mistyped something. I got in some practice for my fingers with your maternal figure last night." He responded with a, peer described feces eating grin "whatever dude. But seriously I think your gonna be trafficked or something.".

Their conversation was quickly cut short by the ringing of a bell. Notifying all that the was noe 6 hours left of school. Luther walks to his next class with, as he did walking to his first, his head down. His 2nd hour was just like the first in the beginning.

Minus any interesting larp site discovery or creative banter. But just as his 1st hour. The monotony was broken by the intercom asking for a boy of the name of Luther Reed. He was confused on why he was to go to the office for dismissal from school. He had no messages from his mother.

And no forewarning of any appointment of some kind by his father. The anxiety was surging in his mind. Did someone die or what. When he came to said office he didn't find any relatives.

Not even a family friend that he sort of knew. He found a blonde man, with a wide, charming smile and seemingly closed eyes sitting with one leg on the other, wearing an expensive looking suit. Chatting with the lady that worked behind the desk.

Luther entered the office and walked towards one of the barely cushioned chairs. Only to be stopped by the working. "What are you doin' hun? Your bein' picked up by your uncle." She points to the blonde man. Who in return waved to him. Putting on an amazing smile and closing his eyes. Showing his perfect pearly white teeth. Luther could have sworn his canines were extra sharp but it was probably just some genetic thing or whatever. The main thing he was thinking was how some guy was apparently trying to take him. " I-I don't know this guy. I think you got the wrong kid" Luther responds worringly. "Look, kid. I just do what I'm told. Just go with him or something. Don't you kids hate school anyway?" The worker responds, smacking her lips while chewing gum. Mouth wide open.

The man stands up and let's out an admittedly charming laugh. And grabs Luther by the arm and pulls him to the door. Luther lowers his body and tugs. "What are you doing bro! get off me man!" Luther shouts at the man trying his best to escape from the suited stranger.

The man grips Luther's arm with an insane amount of strength. It would surely leave a bruise on his arm. "Haha, this kid always takes jokes yoo far! Let's go." He demands through clenched teeth. Still smiling. Then yanks on the boys arm. Pushing the door forcefully. Luther's resistance was futile. The man threw the boy in the back seat of a slick black car with tinted windows. Luther was planning on attacking from the backseat. But the front was blocked off. The same way a cop car does.

The man turns his head to speak to Luther, the one visible eye filled with disdain, and his previously equipped smile gone leaving only an expression of hatred, disgust, and anger. "Can't believe a little shit like you signed up to be... tch. If I had my choice I'd erase any trace of you off this fucking place." The man speaks with venom and hatred, his fists clenching, knuckles going white and arms shaking from rage.

The man slams on the gas and speeds of to an unknown place. Any question asked by Luther was shot down with a rage filled demand for silence.