User blog:GuacamoleCCXR/Weird story fanfic thing I still need to find a name for some time in the future - CHAPTER 1

''Author's notes: You might realise that the story is not LMBW related in the least as you are reading this. You are right; I did not include any hints at anything quite yet. I hope you're not to bored with it, make sure to point out any irregularities you may find in my language, after all, I'm gurmen '';-;

Stories tend to begin on ordinary days; those days which you expect to end just the way they have begun, quiet, dreary, and, most importantly, lacking any significant events. I assume you figure that this stigma also applies on the story I am about to share with you, thus I have to disappoint you: the day this particular story began, or, I should say, escalated, was rather special. In fact, I have been looking forward to it for months.

Just a few hours earlier, at around half past 3 in the morning, I, along with my dearest English advanced course, arrived at the Frankfurt airport to take our flight to London at 5. We had unofficially organised this trip during the 5-day-long Karneval holidays, something you likely are not familiar with unless you live somewhere in the Lower Rhine area. Upon arriving at Heathrow (interestingly still at 5 AM, considering we passed from CET to GMT in the process) and fighting the great desire to fall asleep while making our way through the bothersome airport routine, we travelled to the hotel we have booked for ourselves as quickly as the rush hour traffic allowed. It wasn’t even a too shabby one, after all every single one of the participants was paying some 600 bucks for the trip. When we finally got to the location and checked in, my roommate-to-be and I hauled our baggage up the stairs and into our homely chamber we'd spend the next days in before joining the rest of the course, who decided to take care of their things later, in the dining hall for a greatly anticipated breakfast (In case you didn't know, Ryanair food is beyond disgusting). My friend already left the room as I was still attempting to shove my suitcase under the wooden bed; that was when things started to happen.

Through the closed (and, I must add, rather dirty) windows I heard the sound of a police siren drawing near. As I listened up, I realised that it must be more than just one car; in fact, it seemed as though at least a dozen vehicles were pulling up in front of the hotel. Even stranger, the distinguishable sound of a helicopter’s rotor blades reached me; judging by its volume, the chopper passed just metres away from my window. I was about to rush to it and have a look outside to get a view on the situation, as I heard an amplified voice speaking: “Attention all citizens, this is the police speaking. We request you not to move away from your location, stay in your apartments and keep away from the windows. I repeat, stay in your apartments. Evacuation teams are on their way.” Even as I heard these words, the heavy steps of several people running upstairs sounded from the corridor. What in the world was going on out there? Regardless of what the man with the megaphone outside was saying, it took me by surprise to have the door to my room kicked open and the barrels of two assault rifles pointed at me. Before I could even utter a word to my defence, two men in bulletproof vests and helmets which bore insignias of the British Armed Forces entered the room, lowering their weapons.

“I told you they’re not in here,” one of them said, glancing at the other’s closed visor, which reflected the light from the window in a way that I could not the his face. “We’ll have to look on the third floor next, and make sure those idiots from the radioprotection get here ASAP.” Then, turning towards me, he continued: “Listen, don’t panic. We’re on a counter terrorist mission. You will now leave the room, walk downstairs, and have the others escort you out of the building into safety. Understood?”

I nodded, let go of my suitcase and was about to make the first step in direction of the door, as a peculiar sensation came over me; a feeling not unlike being pulled upwards. In a matter of seconds in intensified greatly, I hardly had time to gasp for air when my vision faded; there seemed to be no air pressure on my body anymore, my sense of balance was thrown off completely and I felt as though I could not breathe in anymore – then it all ended, as quickly as it began. I felt like I was being turned upside down once more and seconds later crashed on the floor, face down. Moments before I realised my consciousness was fading away, I noticed the sound of several other objects touching down around me and, hoping that nothing would hit me, finally passed out.