Chapter Two

He was now sent to a room. It had brick walls in it, walls of a height of around 10 feet. sitting across from him was none other than President Victorstien.

"Hello, Jackson," he said, smearing a cigarette butt onto his desk.

"What the hell am I doing here? What happened to my machine? Where's Reese?" Jackson threw a million angered questions at him at once.

"Now, now, everything's gonna be okay. Reese is out of the question. He failed as a president, and everyone knows that I'll do a better job anyway." Victorstien replied.

"No you won't! You lazy little-"

Before Jackson could utter that word, his chair shocked him.

"Shhhhhh. Itll be better soon. I will make the government bend at my will. And every action that humans make shall be supervised."

"That's illegal, bastard!"

Bzzzzzk!! His chair shocked him again, harder this time.

The anger bubbled inside of Jackson's head. He had heard enough bad news in a day.
He pushed off of Victorstien's desk. He slammed into the door, which flew open. He slowly fell down the stairs, remaining on the chair the whole time. When he got to the bottom, he freed himself.

He was running out of the building, as the sky became black and rain began to fall, he heard the door burst open, and Victorstien's angry voice shouting, "Get him! Get him!"