text: [Themes: fantasy]
  
  You open your eyes and find yourself trapped inside a giant Television. Outside is water surrounding you. You are unsure where you are. You stand up from the sleeping position you once were on and walk up to the screen. You gently touch the glass and suddenly a crack appears. The crack opens up suddenly and water comes rushing in. After 2 seconds the water starts to flow in very slow.
  
  You were unsure what happened. Hmmm... What do you do?
  
  > swim around frantically.
  You start to panic and swim around frantically and you can't seem to find another way out. What to do...
  
  > try to swim out.
  You hold your breath and dive in. You are surprised that the water doesn't hurt your eyes and that you can see perfectly. You frantically try to search for the open crack but cannot find it. After a long time of searching you finally find it but it's about 5 yards from you.
  
  You are losing oxygen and fast! You swim forward but somehow it seems like as though you're swimming in the same place. You can't seem to swim at any direction in that matter. What to do...[Themes: modern, socially important, serious]
  
  Now, there is a thin line between life and death. All you need is a nudge in the wrong direction and you could be gone forever. But there are those who survive those experiences. Meet Rick Burker, you are him. You are a black haired, Caucasian male. You are 21 years old, and have a job that you can't and won't talk about. You live with your lifelong best friend, Roger Goutenburg. He looks an awful lot like you, so much that you two were often mistaken as brothers. Big difference is, he's blonde. You both have the exact same job and are on leave right now, living in a simple two-story house. You two have been through everything, right from when you met in kindergarten. You remember it like it was yesterday, you were attempting to impress the other kids by climbing the school. Rog knew how idiotic it was and talked you out of it, he was always smarter than you. He liked to skate and work on computers. Fast forward to 15 years later and you both applied to the collage of technological studies in Ontario, Canada. Roger was nervous to go alone so you agreed to go with him. You didn't have a life plan anyways.
  
  For the first while it all seemed normal, than weird shit happened. You were kidnapped in the middle of January, you got yourself out by incapacitating the attackers, after learning it was a ruse, a test. You get a ride back with these agency guys, G.R.A.T (Global Recon Assault Team). You were offered a job, you had to think about it. You go to the roof to contact them a week later, your professor followed you and tried to kill you. He was working with terrorists trying to bring the agency down. He shot you in the shoulder, causing nerve damage. Your best friend, Roger saves you, you both started your new life as agents. You were able to get the nerve repairing surgery you needed. But there's still the blood stain on your jacket, never really got out. You were working out in the field and Rog was working with the computer specialists. He was always the melee expert, while you were the firearm specialist able to hit any target with any ranged weapon. that's about all the interesting things in life that had happened up until now.
  
  So as you reminisce on the sofa while watching television, CSI. You were always fascinated in crime.
  
  [Author's Note: This will take a more serious look on problems and I will be using considerate of the level of seriousness and make a better story. So it's about you, who watches the news and learns about a serial killer on the loose in the Chinatown area. Your best friend/roommate has sent you to the Chinatown areas on get groceries, what you do there is up to you... Comments are appreciated, Kay thx! :D]
  
  > Okay...
  Just about an hour from when you sat down, Roger comes into the living room.
  
  "Rick, where's the fish?"
  
  You were asked to get the fish a couple of days ago, you got sidetracked. DUI arrested sidetracked, no one was injured or killed. Apart from you when you tripped over your own feet. That was a mistake you will never make again. Long story short, you never got the fish and roger didn't know about it until know. You were hoping to have fish for dinner, a nice smoked herring.
  
  > say "I didn't get it"
  He gets really aggravated and almost shouts.
  
  "Well, then go to Chinatown and get some. I'm not gonna go into conversation about why you didn't get it so-"
  
  Just then, the news comes on.
  
  No new reports on the grim butcher, a serial killer who stalks the streets of Chinatown. Police are scowering the alleyways for any leads but so far nothing has come up. People are warned about this masked murderer. And-
  
  Roger turns off the tv.
  
  "Don't think you can get off that easily."
  
  > say "Alright, alright I'm goin'."
  You, go get in your car, a 1980s Dodge Charger, to reduce the risk of Roger shouting at you. You turn on the car and drive. After a while you get curious about the news about that killer.
  
  > turn on the radio
  You turn on the radio, flipping through all the local news stations, but can't find anything else about the mysterious killer. You decide to listen to some radio music instead. 98.9, the drive, essential alternative rock. You have a nice relaxing ride all the way there. You find a parking spot quickly and arrive at the gateway to the market square.
  
  > Well, open the doors, man!
  You enter the market square, it doesn't seem to be as populated as it was before. But don't be fooled, it's still very crowded, at least enough to blend in. The crowds noise makes it so you can barely hear anything. But as you go to wait in line for your herring, you hear a faint muffled scream, sounds like a woman's voice. It could be your imagination, you didn't get any sleep. But still...
  
  > ignore it.
  You decide to just shake it off, besides, you don't wanna get knee deep in anything you can't handle. The screams seem to get more desperate sounding, breaking into a crying. You wait in line, it seems like forever. You chat up the person in front of you. A fairly large man, dirty in complexion, brown haired. He seems nice. After what seems like an eternity you arrive at the line.
  
  A young woman stands at the stall.
  
  "What'll it be, sir?"
  
  You order the fish and pay the money and be on your way. You walk past the alleyway again. This time it's quiet, but once you look down it you get a sudden feeling of dread. Your body becomes cold, and you get a feeling of sudden distress... Again, you WERE watching alot of horror movies last night.(paranormal activity, cabin in the woods, things like that.). You were about to brush it off again, when you hear a faint whispering coming from that direction.
  
  > follow the sound
  You follow the sound, it gets more disturbing as you get closer. You immediately begin to regret this decision. As you walk closer you begin to smell something, something you can't quite put your finger on. It's smells like old cheese, mixed with iron. As you get closer, the smell intesifies. The smell of iron gets stronger, then you see it.
  
  It's not iron, it's blood. There's a mangled corpse on the ground. It's a woman, late 20s, long brown hair. Her head is hanging by a thread, surrounded by a pool of blood. Your detective instincts immediately kick in, and you look at the wound. Hmm.
  
  Just then, you hear hissing and look up just in time to see a pure black cat with the yellowest eyes standing on a trash can at the turn. He seems pissed at something, hissing and spitting at the other end of the turn.
  
  > investigate the cat
  You approach the cat, he's probably one of the most handsome cats you've ever met. He has a think black fur coat and his ears perk up as you get closer. His eyes are still fixated on something at the end of the alleyway.
  
  > go to pet cat.
  You reach out to pet the cat. He sees you and aggressively claws your hand. You obtain a nasty gash on your thumb. It begins to sting, and he hisses at you. Then he looks back and you hear a shuffling. As you look you see a man, he has a heavy build. He is wearing a bloody apron and a butcher uniform. He is also wearing a paper bag on his head and holding a gory cleaver, still dripping blood. As your wound stings more, you get a sudden realization. This is the man they talk about, this is... The Grim Butcher.
  
  > Oh shit
  The killer approaches you, menacingly. The fact that you can't see his expressionless face makes it all the more terrifying. He grips his meat cleaver tightly. The cat leaps off the trash cans and books it.
  
  > attack him.
  You choose to stand your ground against him. The cat glances back, sees you, and seems to roll his eyes at you. As he gets closer, you realize that he is much bigger than you, and you quickly regret your decision. As the killer gets closer, the cat jumps out at him, clawing and hissing at him. You realize that this cat just saved your life. And as the killer falls the cat jumps off and looks at you. As if asking what you want to do with him. You notice that his weapon is right at his feet...
  
  > kill him with his own weapon.
  You walk over and pick up the cleaver, you hold it over his neck and take off his paper bag.
  
  You slit his throat and the pool of blood forms around his neck and your feet. The police was walking in the alley for a smoke break when he notices you with the two dead bodies. He quickly pulls out his gun and you desperately try to explain the conversation.
  
  "So you were protecting the cat, huh? What cat?"
  
  The cat disappeared, and the policeman becomes skeptical. Forensics later confirm that you were not the killer, but the cop still gives you a dirty look. You are recognized for your actions in bringing down one of the most notorious killers in the country. You are, a hero...
  
  You really don't feel like a hero. That woman is still dead. You look on the news as two children cry over the death. Now you feel even worse. Months go by and nothing happens. Then you see something at your door step. You open the door to find the cat, sitting politely there with what seems to be like a collar in his mouth. He wants to live with you, you allow this and you both become very close.
  
  He doesn't seem to like visitors and he still attacks you if you pick him up, but he has respect for you, as you with him.
  
  You live a good life as good friends, surrounded by people you love. This cat... There's something special about him... But you don't know what...