Trust me, it wasn’t me this time! I know it’s hard to believe but just for once listen to what I say… ready? Ok…. I woke up and heard a loud buzzing sound right next to me. My eyes julted awake as my hand Instinctively reached for the noise as if it was an alarm clock. But no, of course it wasn’t. I groaned, and stood up to find a weird machine right next to my bedroom, yes I know I make a lot of those, but it was not me! You see, this machine wasn’t like what I usually make, it buzzed so loudly my ears were popping out of my head. What was the machine? I don’t know… I looked closer and my eyes shuttered off. I feel a bag around me, I don’t know what it is a loud voice next to me, “sir, he’s awake.” My eyes jilted awake and my breath was heavy… ok pause for a minute, I’m not a person who kidnaps people, ok? I make weird machines, and somehow, when these random people stinking kidnapped me! I kept a machine in my pocket.

“Will you just get him out already?!” A voice angrily yelled.

“Yes sir!” A scared and young voice that quickly said.

I know what you’re thinking, what do you usually start before this? Well… let’s just say I like mischief and I… sometimes give people a hard time, one time I had a machine that made aloud voice throughout the night that I didn’t hear because of the machine I put in my ear.. Anyway I’m getting off topic, basically I’m a well known semi criminal because I’m just mostly annoying not the steal stuff type, but I do have that if I need it… Anyway back to the story.

The bag un wrapped from me, the light was very bright, I couldn’t see anything really…

“Hello young man”

My eyes fluttered to what this guy seemed to be in his fourties, beard, brown hair, the whole package. Next to him sat to what seemed like a boy in his 18s he looked nervously toward me.

The forties man cleared his throat “my names o lyron and this is my son, Jupiter” Jupiter waved slightly as if his mind was on another planet… That was probably me because just then I just barely realized that we were in a laboratory.

“Son you have unnatrual talent with machines, and your a well known semi criminal” he chuckled “so we decided to take you in to see if it is genetic”

“Genetic?!” I questioned “how can this skill be genetic?!?!”

“Well, guess what, your skill is impossible to become from any other person, so we thought it could be something else, because your dad was brilliant too.”

“My dad?, do… do you know if he is still alive?!”

“I was his friend”

“You were?!”

He sighed… TO BE CONTINUED