CHRIS LYNHEART: THE RISE OF EXPERIMENT 2025

By Dalton Reutlinger

Chris Lynheart follows the story of a young and abused orphan who battles for his life on a daily basis. Unknown to him, he carries a dark shadow with a terrifying past that most will never forget. However, should Chris ever learn the truth about his past, those who did him wrong will wish they hadn’t.

• Language: English
• Publisher: TOPLINK PUBLISHING, LLC
• Release date: Sep 17, 2019
• ISBN: 9781734069914

Dalton Reutlinger

Dalton Reutlinger is the author of the Chris Lynheart series. He started writing at a relatively young age, and was originally inspired by the Naruto manga and anime, and managed to come up with Chris Lynheart because of it. He plans for Chris Lynheart to continue in the future, and is planning a completely new series and a Sci-fi novel. Follow him on Wattpad.com @Dalton Reutlinger for upcoming fanfictions and other stories.

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CHRIS LYNHEART

The Rise Of Experiment 2025

Dalton Reutlinger

Copyright © 2019 by Dalton Reutlinger.

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Contents

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Prologue

Several years ago the United States was pulled to the Middle East in a military effort to support their allies in Kuwait, and defend the country from the invading Iraqi military. This operation was the Gulf War, or also commonly known today as Desert Storm. The war itself was short. The US had superior air power, as well as new Abrams tanks going up against older weaponry that was in the possession of the Iraqi military.

Unable to stop the US’s superior air power, the Iraqi’s faced a horrible loss with over one hundred thousand of their own troops dead. The Iraqi’s were left with no choice but to abandon the war effort, and Kuwait was free.

However, the loss of Kuwait’s oil reserves upset many of Iraq’s political higher ups. In secret, they went behind Saddam Hussein’s back, and requested the aid of known terror groups. Together they planned to build an ultimate weapon, one that would reduce their enemies in the west to dust once and for all. Not long after that, an Iranian made contact with the group, saying he had the assets and resources to deliver what they needed if given enough time.

Eventually, the US government and its European allies found out about the plans brewing in the Middle East. By capturing a man spying for Al Qaeda and torturing him, they knew they had to act. The military informed a number of high ranking politicians, telling them something had to be done. The politicians quickly came up with a plan, but one the general public would never agree to. They ordered secret military forces, unknown to the public to kidnap young children below the age of four and take them to numerous military bases where the children would have their memory erased. Because of their age, they were closely linked and susceptible to the paranormal, which was exactly what the politicians needed.

As for the families of the children, they were taken in secret, and never heard from again.

Chapter One

Twelve years have passed since the politicians and the

military conducted their experiment

A boy named Chris ran through the streets of Washington DC as multiple police officers chased after him on foot.

Chris! Get back here! One of the officers shouted after him.

Chris looked over his shoulder and smirked at the officers before darting into a thick crowd of pedestrians. In his early teen years, Chris’ smaller body made it easier for him to navigate through the crowd and made it harder for the officers to spot him. However, the crowd wasn’t going to last forever and he knew he’d never outrun the officers in a straight sprint. Luckily for him, however, he knew the city like he knew the back of his hand and knew there was an alley coming up on his right.

When the time was right, he dove into the alley and hid behind a dumpster as he waited for the officers to pass. After several minutes of waiting, he walked back to the sidewalk chuckling to himself.

Man, this is getting too easy! These cops get easier and easier to tick every day! He said, laughing at himself.

Oh yeah, Chris?! A voice shouted from behind, nearly making Chris jump out of his skin.

Chris turned to see the person yelling at him was none other than the Sherriff himself. W-what are you doing here, Sherriff?!

I could ask you the same question, Chris! This is the fourth time I’ve seen you this week, do just never learn? The Sherriff asked.

Of course I do! I’m slow, but I do learn...eventually. Chris said jokingly.

The Sherriff slumped his shoulders as he rolled his eyes, then grabbed Chris by the shirt and started dragging him along the sidewalk, "Well, you’ve really stepped in it this time, buster."

Chris shrugged his shoulders as he was dragged along by the Sherriff, What did I do? Is it a crime to repaint buildings in the city now?

If by buildings you mean the Washington Monument, then yes it is. The Sherriff replied.

Chris only smirked and crossed his arms, "And what’s the big deal about it? All I did was draw a clown face on it. That is what mostly runs out country anymore."

The Sherriff released Chris from his grip and squeezed his nose with his eyes closed as he tried to reason with the young boy, Do you even know who and what that monument represents, Chris?

No, but I know why they call the White House the white house, Chris replied.

Oh really? the sheriff asked in a surprised voice. Why is it called the White House?

Because the builders couldn’t come up with a better name and went with the obvious, Chris replied with his arms crossed.

The sheriff facepalmed and said in annoyance, No, the White House is called that because … because … hmm, I forget that part. But never mind that! You are in some serious trouble, Chris.

Chris smirked as he whispered to himself, When have I not been?

The sheriff hung his head down as a news helicopter flew overhead. I suppose they’re going to want an interview, damn it, Chris, he thought to himself.

In the courtyard of the WashingtonMonument, one of the security guards was ordered to keep an eye on Chris, but the sheriff volunteered instead. Chris was given a bucket of water and a small brush and then was told to clean the paint off the monument. As Chris cleaned off the paint of the monument, he looked up at the sheriff and said, Don’t you have officer class or something? You know, teaching the newbies?

The sheriff laughed silently to himself then said, Nope. Thanks to you, I’m off work as of thirty minutes ago.

Chris’s face suddenly fell in disappointment. Oh, I see. Well, that sucks! Now I have to stay here! He yelled in anger.

The sheriff nodded and looked down at Chris with a serious face and said, And you’re not leaving until this building is spotless. Got it?!

The anger in the sheriff’s voice sent chills down Chris’s back. He puffed his chest out and saluted, Yes, sir! Aye!

The sheriff hung his head for a moment and said, Get back to work!

Aye, sir! Chris replied.

Uggghhhh! the sheriff moaned as he face-palmed. He then looked at Chris and said, You’re not getting anywhere with that attitude, buddy.

Yes, sir! Sorry, sir! Chris replied.

The sheriff put his head between his knees, trying to hide the small grin appearing on his face. He then looked at Chris and said, When you’re done messing around and actually get some of this paint off. What say we go to the new McDonald’s restaurant that just opened a few days ago? I’ve heard they’ve gotten a pretty good-sized menu selection in the past few years.

A ding echoed through Chris’s mind. He started scrubbing harder and faster while yelling excitedly, You’re kidding me! The new McDonald’s restaurant that just opened a week ago?! You stay right there and don’t move! This won’t take long!

I’ll take a number 2! Chris said with cheer in his voice.

And I’ll take a number 3, hold the onions, the sheriff said as he pulled out his wallet.

That’ll be $14.79, the clerk replied.

While the sheriff paid for their food, Chris went to the back of the restaurant to claim their seats. However, when he took his seat, he noticed almost everyone in the building was giving him looks of disgust.

Oh no, not now! Chris whispered to himself. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see someone reaching their hand out to him. Hey! What are you doing?! Get your hands off me! He shouted with fear in his voice.

Suddenly a loud whistle echoed through the building and everyone turned to face the sheriff who had a serious look on his face.

Either go back to your seats … or park it in the backseat of my cruiser! the sheriff said with anger in his voice.

The man holding Chris growled angrily and shoved Chris into the wall as hard as he could before letting go of his shirt.

The sheriff walked over to the man and said, You have fifteen seconds to walk out that door and get out of my sight. Fail to do this, and I will place you under arrest! Is that clear?!

The man growled and then walked out the door, sending one more evil glare to Chris. Chris let out a sigh of relief and then took his seat across from the sheriff.

After finishing his meal, Chris looked at the sheriff and asked, Why am I treated like this? What did I ever do to these people? All my life I’ve been treated like this. No respect, no friends … and no family. Why am I so separated from everyone else? I don’t even remember half of my life.

The sheriff gave Chris a sad look and then said, There’s a law that keeps people from talking about it.

Chris’s eyes widened as he asked, "Wait! A law?! Why is my past such a secret from me? I’m human, am I not?"

The sheriff looked down at the floor as he said, I want to tell you, Chris, but I can’t. There are some things that are better off not being discovered … even your own past. You’ll know one day, but that might be a long time from now.

Oh … I see, Chris replied. He turned his head to watch traffic pass by on the avenue just outside his window.

He was knocked out of his thoughts as the sheriff asked So, Chris, how’s the studying going?

Chris’s face turned white as he turned to the sheriff and said, G-g-g-great! Why do you ask?

The sheriff laughed as he said, Oh, come on, Chris! Don’t tell me you forgot about that test next week. You know … the one that allows you to move on from middle school.

Crap! Chris whispered to himself.

The sheriff’s face turned serious as he asked, Chris … honestly, how do you plan on having a good life when you don’t study?

Chris looked at the sheriff and said, Hey! It’s not that easy to study when you’re constantly running for your life! Don’t believe me? Then we should try switching bodies or something. I’d give anything to have one whole day with a family and see what it’s like to actually have someone care about you.

The sheriff nodded then stood up and took their tray to the trash can. He turned to Chris and said, You better come with me. That man from earlier may still be out there. And I have a feeling he really wants to hurt you … or worse.

Chris nodded and walked out of the building with the sheriff.

You live at the orphanage right? the sheriff asked. I’ll drop you off and head home.

Chris looked at the sheriff and nodded.

The sheriff nodded and started his car. Suddenly the radio came on, Attention all units we’ve got an armed robbery on Fifth Avenue. SWAT teams have been called in and are taking heavy fire. They need backup as soon as possible.

Chris looked to his right to see six police vehicles and a SWAT truck blaze down the road. He then looked at the sheriff and said, Well, what are you waiting for? Let’s go!

Let’s? the sheriff asked. He chuckled as he said, The only place you’re going is home.

Cheapskate! Chris yelled in disbelief, making the sheriff bust out in laughter. Chris looked out the window to see several more police vehicles and two fire trucks storm down the road. He looked up to see a police helicopter fly overhead. Yeesh! That must be some battle over there, Chris whispered. Suddenly the car started backing up, and red and blue lights reflected off the concrete. Chris looked at the sheriff to see a serious face. Okay, you know what? I think I’m ready to go home. Screw going to that fight.

The sheriff nodded and said, I’m going to drop you off at WashingtonPark. You can walk the rest of the way to the orphanage from there.

But that’s a ten-block walk from the orphanage, Chris thought to himself. He looked at the sheriff and asked, Can’t you get me any closer? I mean, it’s a ten-block hike from WashingtonPark to the orphanage. Surely you can get me a little closer.

The sheriff shook his head and said, No, that is as close as I can take you. I have to get to the robbery as soon as possible.

Chris nodded and then looked out the window to see a news helicopter fly overhead. All right … step on the gas, let’s get out of here.

The sheriff nodded and stomped on the gas pedal, sending Chris flying to the backseat. The sheriff then stomped on the brake and yelled, Chris, fasten your seat belt!

Well, sorry, Chris said as he climbed into the front seat again.

As the sheriff sped down the avenue, the police HQ came on the radio again saying, We’ve got four SWAT teams in the building taking heavy fire. Each squad has wounded. All officers have permission to engage and use any means necessary to bring these bandits down.

The sheriff turned the SWAT radio on and listened to SWAT team 3. They’ve got prisoners on the third floor! Watch your aim!

The sheriff changed the radio to SWAT team 4. Chris stared at the radio as gunshots echoed through the speakers. He opened his mouth to say something, but was cut off by yelling from the radio.

They’ve got AK-47s! Armed and dangerous! O … fire … tak … down!

The sheriff turned the radio to SWAT team 1 and listened as yelling came through the speakers. We’re taking heavy fire on level 3! They’ve killed two civilians and have moved their prisoners up to level 4!

Chris looked in his mirror to see another SWAT semi and several more police units to the sides of it. He listened as he heard a helicopter fly over the vehicle. He listened as the sheriff changed the radio to SWAT team 1.

C’mon, c’mon move, move! Set up the turret right here let’s go! Don’t let them get to the roof!

Gunshots started going off, causing Chris to jump.

What in the world is going on?

Chris looked at the sheriff and asked, What do you mean? Robberies are fairly common in DC.

Yeah, but not like this, the sheriff replied. We’re used to little things like drug dealers, simple murder cases, and gang wars. Not Iraqi battlefronts. Something’s not right. These aren’t everyday robbers.

Chris nodded and said, Well, yeah … but aren’t your SWAT teams trained for this kind of stuff? I thought they were special weapons or something like that. I don’t really know what SWAT stands for … and I’m not talking about the swat you give a misbehaving child either.

SWAT stands for Special Weapons and Tactics, the sheriff answered. Yes, they’re trained to storm buildings and rescue civilian prisoners that may have been taken hostage. But … I just can’t shake this bad feeling inside my chest right now. I don’t think these are robbers at all.

Chris had a confused face as he asked, What do you mean they’re not robbers? What do you think they are?

Terrorists, the sheriff answered simply.

Chris looked out his window to see a different kind of helicopter fly overhead. Whoa! he shouted as he pointed at the helicopter. Look at the size of that thing! It’s huge!

It’s a Black Hawk, the sheriff said with fear in his voice.

A Black Hawk? Chris thought to himself. I thought those were military air vehicles, like troop transports or attack support helicopters.

Suddenly the radio came on again with a SWAT officer yelling, We’ve got military police on the roof! Watch your right, SWAT 7! Gun shots echoed through the speakers again before it shut off.

It’s got to be getting intense over there, Chris said as he watched another police cruiser pass by.

As the sheriff pulled to a stop and unlocked the doors to his cruiser, Chris looked at him and said, Thanks for the ride … now for the really long walk. Right in the middle of the night too.

While the sheriff started backing up from his parking area, he rolled down a window and said, Get home fast, Chris. It looks like a storm’s coming in.

Chris nodded and watched as the sheriff sped down the street and took a sharp left turn at the next intersection. While Chris stood in his place, a shiver went down his spine. he looked at the sky to see dark clouds were moving in, and lightning was flashing in the distance. Oh great! Just my luck! He said as he started walking through the park toward the orphanage.

Rain suddenly started pouring from the sky, forcing Chris to seek shelter under a building’s entranceway. He folded his arms together and huddled his knees against his body, trying to stay as warm as possible. As he leaned against the wall, his eyelids suddenly got heavy. He started to fall asleep but heard voices coming from the alleyway next to the building. He stood up and walked over to the corner of the building to listen to the voices. He peeked around the corner to identify the men, but he couldn’t tell who it was talking. All he could make out was six or seven black figures in the darkness of the alleyway. He stood by the corner and tried to listen to the conversation.

So the police are distracted for now? one of the figures asked.

Yes, boss, but you really want to go through with this? You realize the US military and FBI will be on our asses if we do this. You’re practically trying to start another war here.

I don’t care about the price! the supposed leader of the group replied. We were sent here to get their government distracted again. The resurrection depends on this as well as the modern war. But if needed, we’ll start another war just to buy more time for our testing.

Testing? Chris thought to himself.

All right, boss, one of the other men started. Let’s go through the plan again. Once we have our target in hand, we take him back to Afghanistan. Then wait for the next attack?

Yes, the leader said with a taste of evil in his voice. While our brothers deal with him, our plans for the next attack will go into play. The US government won’t know what hit them. Soon, very soon, we will launch the next assault on the world. Starting with Baghdad. The Iraqi’s betrayal must be dealt with.

What about the other one? one of the other figures asked. You know … the experiment?

He has already been dealt with, the leader replied. The US Air Force was kind enough to do that part for us.

The men started laughing as the leader pulled out a piece of paper from his jacket and said, So it is in the capital of the so-called land of the free and home of the brave the plans of world annihilation are taking place!

Chris gasped and covered his mouth as soon as the breath left.

One of the men in the alley turned around and yelled, Who’s there?!

Chris heard footsteps coming toward him; he looked up to see the men running at him through the darkness of the alley. He immediately pushed himself off the wall and started running across the street to the park. He looked back to see eight figures chasing him through the darkness. He looked around trying to come up with a plan to try and lose them. He looked in the direction of the park and paused to think for a minute He was brought out of his thoughts as he heard one of the figures yell, He’s over there!

Chris nodded to himself as he thought, It’ll have to do. He looked back to see the men were splitting up and going different directions.

As Chris entered the park, he started running through the grass trying to find a good hiding place. Suddenly, he couldn’t feel any ground underneath his left foot, causing him to lose balance and roll down a hill.

All the speed in the world’s not going to help me if I can’t watch where I’m going. He mumbled as he stood up.

He started looking around to find a good place to hide and found a small hole in the ground nearby. He crawled into the hole and waited for the other men to show up.

Nearly five minutes later, eight figures appeared into view.

Chris squinted his eyes trying to get an ID on at least one of them. However, the darkness of the night and rain made it difficult to get a good look at their faces. After a few minutes had passed, the men started to separate again, and headed in different directions.

Chris sighed of relief and cautiously crawled out of the hole, and looked around to make sure the men were nowhere near. He held his hand to his chin and thought, I wonder what they were planning. I should go back to the alley and see what I can find.

He skimmed the area one final time to be sure the coast was clear. Then cautiously ran through the darkness back to the alleyway, hiding behind every tree or obstacle he came across.

After running through the park, Chris found the alleyway where the discussion of world annihilation had taken place. He slowly peeked around the corner to see an empty van with its back doors open.

He slowly crept into the alleyway, taking care not to make any kind of noise. A flash of lightning lit the alleyway, revealing several papers and envelopes in the back of the van.

He jumped at the sound of a loud bang behind him. He quickly turned to see a trash can lid rolling toward him and looked up to see a cat digging through the trash can at the end of the alley. He let out a sigh of relief and turned to face the van again. Another lightning flash lit the alleyway to reveal a map in the van. Chris reached into the van and pulled the map out and tried to read it.

What the?! This is! Chris was snapped out of his thoughts as he heard voices and footsteps approaching.

I don’t know who it was, but he’s one lucky guy. If I had caught him, his life would be over right now.

Chris grabbed the other papers and quickly hid under the van. He watched as eight figures turned into the alleyway and held his breath, trying his hardest not to make the slightest sound . He could make out the shapes of guns and knives the men were holding, but he couldn’t see their faces. Suddenly the van started, and the men climbed in.

Chris ducked his head down as the van started moving. Smoke came out of the exhaust pipe, into his face, making him cough.

As the van pulled out of the alley way and onto the street, Chris stood up and watched the van disappear, and then ran the other way and headed for the orphanage.

As Chris slowly approached the building he called home, he saw the minister of the building standing in the doorway.

You’re late, Chris! the minister said in a menacing and angry tone of voice.

Chris gulped as he walked up to the old man and said, Sorry, I guess I lost track of time.

The minister gave him a mean look as he spat out, You’ll lose more than that if you disobey the rules one more time! Consider this your last warning!

Chris nodded and walked into the building.

The minister took a final look outside before slamming the doors shut. Chris! the minister said in a menacing tone of voice that made Chris’s spine shiver.

Chris turned to face the minister and replied, Yes?

The minister chuckled meanly and said, For making me wait for nearly thirty minutes. You can look forward to extra chores tomorrow. You can start with the dishes after you get back from school.

Chris sighed and started walking up the stairs toward his room.

Chris slammed his door shut behind him and yelled, Great! Just freaking great! More chores! Just what I freaking need! He kicked a pot against the wall and made it shatter. He locked his door and flung himself on his bed and rolled on his back and stared at the ceiling of his room.

Thoughts of the day were suddenly rushing through his head.

What a day, he thought to himself. First I paint the monument in rainbow colors and draw a clown face on it. Then I’m chased down the streets of DC. Then the sheriff takes me to the new McDonald’s where that man comes out of nowhere and grabs me. Then the attacks on Fifth Avenue. Definitely not my usual day. Though, compared to the others in the past like yesterday … it was pretty good. I didn’t get beaten for once in my life.

After thinking for nearly ten minutes, the memories of the alleyway came into his head. He jumped from his bed and put his bag on his desk.

As he pulled the papers from his bag, thoughts ran through his head. World domination? Next attack? Baghdad? What were they planning? And who were they wanting to kidnap?

As Chris skimmed through the pages, he stumbled upon a document labeled Top Secret. Chris tore the pages from their envelope and read,

The Americans are blinder than we thought. We’ve practically spelled out their doom under their eyes, and yet they still continue to help us. There is a boy named Mathew Villmont in the United States capital of Washington, DC. Our leader thinks he would prove useful in our experiments. If we have a breakthrough on him, this war is ours. Mathew is the star athlete of WashingtonHigh School which is why our leader thinks he stands a high chance of being a success in our research. Russia is growing impatient and has given us a total of seven years to complete Allah’s Spirit. You don’t have a lot of time to bring Mathew back here. The leader doesn’t want the US government to interfere with our plans again. Once you have collected Mathew, bring him back to the European country of Germany. The rest of our group is awaiting your return there. And about the other kid known only as the experiment, kill him if he gets in the way. We can’t take any chances in our next attacks. 9/11 was successful enough. We got the Americans into the war, and they are blinded by it. But it’s time we woke them up to our world. Your next orders will come within the next four weeks. Allah shall smile upon us shortly.

Who’s this experiment kid? canother paper that had coordinates on it. Chris rotated the globe around on his desk as he whispered the coordinates.

Latitude: N 38° 51’ 24.5525 Longitude: W 77° 2’ 10.0781" Chris widened his eyes as he thought to himself, That’s Washington, DC!

Latitude: N 34° 3’ 9.5739 Longitude: W 118° 15’ 24.6094 Chris’s eyes went even wider as he thought, Los Angeles, California.

Latitude: N 40° 42’ 50.241 Longitude: W 74° 0’ 14.0625 New York City, New York! Chris screamed inside his mind.

Latitude: N 29° 43’ 34.4003 Longitude: W 95° 21’ 40.7813 Houston, Texas!

Latitude: N 41° 52’ 10.419Longitude: W 87° 40’ 15.2344 Chicago, Illinois!

Latitude: N 39° 3’ 42.6569Longitude: W 94° 34’ 13.125 Kansas City, Kansas!

Latitude: N 36° 6’ 8.5552Longitude: W 115° 13’ 28.5938 Las Vegas, Nevada!

Latitude: N 51° 30’ 31.4729Longitude: W 0° 7’ 54.6094 London, UK!

Latitude: N 52° 31’ 22.4614Longitude: E 13° 24’ 11.9531 Berlin, Germany!

Latitude: N 33° 21’ 29.0218Longitude: E 44° 24’ 24.2578 Baghdad, Iraq!

Latitude: N 35° 40’ 30.5308Longitude: E 139° 44’ 45.9375 Tokyo, Japan!

Latitude: N 21° 17’ 21.7477Longitude: W 157° 53’ 43.8281 Honolulu, Hawaii!

Latitude: N 19° 26’ 7.8516Longitude: W 99° 8’ 26.25 Mexico City, Mexico!

Latitude: N 25° 45’ 37.1511 Longitude 80° 12’ 0.7031 Miami, Florida!

A knock at the door caused Chris to jump from his chair and land on the floor.

Who’s there? He asked.

Who do you think it is, you idiot?! Unlock this door at once!

Chris let out a groan as he thought, Great, just what I need to see before I go to bed! Mr. Freak show.

Chris unlocked the door and stared face-to-face with the minister. Chris! he spat out. It’s way past your bedtime. What are you still doing up?!

Uh … studying, Chris answered.

The minister chuckled and said, Indeed, but you’re doomed anyway, so why bother? Nobody likes you, even your own teachers at school don’t like you. I don’t even like you, but I get paid a thousand dollars a day for giving you a place to stay.

W-what? Who’s paying you? Chris asked in a confused voice.

The minister laughed evilly as he replied, That’s none of your business! You have a long day ahead of you tomorrow, so I do wish you a good night’s rest. Happy nightmares! Hahahahah! The minister pushed Chris back into his room and slammed his door shut.

Chris let out a sigh and turned off his lights but kept his lamp on. He returned his attention to the paper that had the coordinates on it and read through the text at the bottom.

These are the coordinates of our next attack. Once the American military has left our continent, we will unleash Allah’s Spirit and eliminate those who destroyed our brothers all those years ago. No longer will the United States think they can police the world. We will taste vengeance within a few short years.

Who are these people? Chris thought to himself. They’re definitely terrorists, but which group? Al Qaeda was wiped out, and the Taliban followed shortly after them. Are these guys related to the Muslim brotherhood? Or are they something completely new? It’s obvious they were related to the attack of 911, but Osama’s dead … along with his terror group.

Chris started flipping through the pages of the envelope in front of him trying to find out who these people are. However, he couldn’t find anything, and their identity remained a mystery. He looked at his alarm clock to read 11:34 p.m.

That late already? He thought to himself. You’re kidding me.

He let out a yawn and looked around for a place to hide the papers. He figured his bed would be as good a place as any and hid the papers under his mattress. He then locked his door and dove onto his bed and tried his hardest to not think of the papers, and fell asleep.

The next morning, Chris woke to the sound of his alarm clock going off. He stumbled out of bed and dressed himself in some old worn out clothes he was forced to wear. After he put his shirt on, someone knocked at his door.

Who’s there? He asked. He got no response and shrugged it off.

He put his books in his backpack and prepared to leave.

As he reached for the door handle, another knock pounded on his door.

He unlocked his door and opened it. When he walked