Quick Guide For The Book:
Text like this - Your Point of View.
"Text like this" - You or Someone is talking.
Text like this - Your thoughts to yourself.
Text like this - The text on an object.
Text like this - Any Aggressive Speech.
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It was a pretty normal day.
You were just walking in an alleyway, when someone bumped into you while running.
You fall over, and look around to see who it is.
You see a tall dark figure running away.
You look behind you to see a couple of men wielding different weapons.

A man in a white suit, who was talking in a walkie talkie, catches your attention.
You get up and walk towards the group.
A few men notice you and aim their guns at you.
You gasp.

The man who caught your attention earlier looked back to find you scared for your life.

"Weapons down, this person is innocent.", Said the man after raising his hand for signal.

"And who may you be?", Asked the man as he ran his finger across your chin.

You look nervously at him and finally get the words out of your mouth, "I-I'm (Y/N).. A-And you?"

"Gabriel Updike. Nice to meet you, (Y/N).", He said, standing up straight and holding his hand out. He didn't even beam a little smile.

You awkwardly refuse the handshake, but proceed to ask him about other things.

"So, um.. Who was that you were chasing?"

Updike rolls his eyes in frustration.
"That's Whitmore. We've been after him for years. He-"

You interrupt him, "Why were you cha-"

"DON'T TALK WHEN I'M TALKING!!", He said, banging his hand on the car.

You get startled and step back a few steps. You look at him with fearful eyes.

He slowly places his palm on his face as he sighs deeply, "I'm sorry, I don't like being interrupted. What was that you said?"

"Yeah, that's quite understandable...", You reply, looking at the floor, ignoring his question.

Updike squints at you from head to toe, before getting into a car.
He looks at you one last time, and asks, "Do you want to help?"

Your brain starts playing Flappy Bird, trying to analyze what the guy you just met had said.
Anyway, leave the game aside, it's game over, you guys. Score 45, New High Score.
You put on a serious face, realizing that you have to tell him otherwise.

"I'm sorry, sir..."You pause.

"Don't call me by 'sir'. Call me by my name.", He says.

"Okay.. I'd love to join you, but.. I've got something more important to do..", You finally reply.

You blink for a moment before realizing that he's staring at you, expressionless. You didn't know what that look meant. He steps out of the car and takes out a card from his pocket and hands it over to you. It was a card that says:

Taskforce
The Greater Good

Name: Gabriel Updike
ID: 757146923978195024
DoB: 09/05/1997
Phone Number: +1 205-481-3824

"Call me if you see him.", He said sternly.

You slowly take the card from him, but unintentionally touch his hand while doing so. You quickly take the card and put it in your pocket and look up at his serious, but soft looking face.
You hold out your hand to shake it with him, but he slaps your hand away. He turns around and starts heading to the car.

"Heheh.. I can get used to this..", You say to yourself, but loud enough for him to hear it.
He looks at you from the corner of his eye.
Even though not visible to you, you can feel it.

After the group was gone, you run to the direction the guy who hit you went through.
You finally reach the end of the alley, and you find the guy in the hoodie sitting on a bench in a park across the street.
How'd he manage to get across? This is an opening to a highway, there's no traffic lights..
You thought deeply.

You take a step forward and look to your right and to your left. The cars were getting lesser. You start running across the street before any car comes and then crash bash boom.
You see the guy in the hoodie looking at you.
I caught his attention, yes!

You run towards his bench and quickly sit near him.

"Hi! I'm (Y/N)! Nice to meet you, Whitmore!", You quickly blurt out.

"Y-You know me?", He asked, intending to run from you.

"No, actually, I've heard from that cloud head guy about who they were chasing, and he told me your name.", You comfort him.

"Hmph.. Updike..", He gave a quick glance around before removing his hood.

"Whaaaaaaaaaaaaa?!", You exclaim with your mouth open and your eyes open wide.

"That's why they need to catch me..", he said, looking down and twiddling his fingers.

"Can you explain? Please?", You beg him, with puppy eyes.

"Hah, I will.", He Said, as if he explained to many others.

"Yay!", You sit properly on the bench.

"So, as you can clearly see, I'm this guy with a bomb as my head. I was incubated in a facility where I developed and constantly being injected with unknown samples of DNA along with growing in a spherical-shaped caged, which is how I was given a bomb-like appearance.", He explained.

"Wait, so you're a bomb?", You ask.

"I can explode. 🙂", He says, looking at you in a way to tell it's obvious.

"I was born in a facility alone. I got my name from a name tag, the very first object that I have ever held. Eventually, I kinda learned to interact in English and I was able to read the name "Whitmore" on the name tag and decided to go by that name. You can call me Whitty. 'Whitmore' reminds me of Updike, he calls me that. 😒", He continued.

"Sure, I like the name Whitty!", You say with a big smile.

"I've also been rivals with Updike sometime in the past or something. Our relations got worse after Updike was specialized by a taskforce called 'The Greater Good' and was tasked to imprison and destroy creatures like.. me. I've been running away ever since. Being on the run has given me a tremendous amount of stress and anxiety because I'm constantly trying not to be caught by Updike's taskforce.", He finished.

You take out the card that Updike had given you earlier and read it again.
Whitty looks at you, surprised, with his orange eyes becoming big wide circles.

"YOU WORK FOR THEM?!", Whitty exclaimed.

"Uh... What? No no no! You- You misunderstood! Updike just gave me this card because I declined to come with him to help him, so he told me to call him whenever I... Find you...", You reassure, trying not to scare the poor creature away.

"Oh.. So you're gonna do it...?", He asked, nervously.

"Oh no no no! You seem like a nice guy, I won't do that!", You reply.

"And I'm sorry for pushing you earlier, I was almost caught.", He remembered.

"That's okay. It was a good reason, any-", You get cut off by some men shouting out your name, approaching with guns and other weapons.

"OH SHOOT, IT'S THEM!!", Whitty looked at you one last time and ran away, faster than a cheetah.

"Whitty! Wait!", You were about to start running after him, but a firm hand held your shoulder. You frown as you watch Whitty being chased by the taskforce.
You look behind you to see Updike holding your shoulder.

"When you said that you've got something more important to do, was it this? Sitting with the victim himself? You highly disappoint me, (Y/N). I thought you were better.", Updike said with his spine chilling, yet soothing voice.

"I'm sorry! I can explain! I promise!", You look at him with worried eyes.

Updike closes his eyes and sighs. He sits on the bench and clutches his head.

"A-Are you o-okay?", You ask.

"You wanted to sit with him to make him trust you so that he can know if you're making him run into danger or not. Is that your explanation?", Updike scolded, with a louder voice than usual.

"Y-Yeah...", You say, disappointed in yourself for making him escape.

Updike stands up and lifts you by your shirt, "Do you realize what you've just done?"

Your eyes fill with fear and tears.
"I-I'm really sorry, G-Gabriel! I-I didn't mean to m-make him run a-away! I p-promise I can c-catch him n-next time!", You say through your cracky voice.

"We lost him, Gabriel.", Said a man from the army.
Updike let go of you and turns around. He stands still for a while.

"I will see him.. face-to-face one day..", He promised himself.

You breath heavily, trying to calm down about what he did to you.
You want to help him. But you don't want to hurt Whitty..

"I'll go with you! I will help! I-I promise not to mess up..", You say out loud.

Updike nods his head slowly.

Damn it, my mouth says stuff when it wants to.. Poor Whitty... I hope he doesn't get harmed... I wanna find out more about this.. This is fine..

Updike firmly grabs your hand and pulls you back up. You look at him nervously, afraid of what he might do.
He loses up his grip on your hand and lets out a smile, as small as frick. He turns around and removes the smile from his face.

Why doesn't he smile for a minute...

He shoves you into the car and buckles your seat belt. Before the next time you could blink, the car was already moving.

"Um.. how often do you smile?", You ask, questioning your thoughts.

He places his index finger on your mouth while still looking straight ahead. He looks at you with the corner of his eye and gives another tiny smile, before turning back to his neutral face.

You get an amazing idea, and smirk widely.