User blog:Caelo Sciat/Midnight Hands

Foreword
I've been getting really antsy lately, and I had a lot of ideas all of a sudden for something to write. So I'm gonna just be writing, and I'll see if I can get through it well enough.

So instead of bugging you any further, here goes nothin'.

Chapter One; Awakening
"Early reports confirm that the massacre at Zakhaev National Airport seems to be American-Sponsored, as the body of Private First Class Joseph Allen was found at the scene, seemingly attempting to attack an ambulance. The estimated death toll is thought to be in the high 100's, although no details are confirmed yet."

The radio's bass-heavy voice awoke me with a start, having been turned up to max. Likely a childish joke by my sister, she'd always loved giving me issues. But when I rolled over to the side, I found no radio, only the cord of my headphones, leading to my ears.

Dumbass.

The dumbass I am referring to is myself, of course. My name is August. Cody August, if you want to be on a first-name basis. I am seventeen years of age, stand at 5'11, weigh one-fifty, have short dirty-blonde, have tanned skin, blue eyes, and 20/10 eyesight. I also have a thing for weapons. This is very important later on, you'll see.

Alone in my bedroom, having fallen asleep on my desk, I put the headphones back in, listening to the snippet of news again, trying to figure out what this meant. Zakhaev was a Russian hero, so it made sense that the airport they were speaking of was in Russia. What didn't make sense, however, was that an American was behind it. Something was up, and I had a feeling I wasn't the only one who knew. It was one of those feelings that I got, sensing these things.

Sure enough, my phone started ringing at this point.