Jag Agula Prologue!

This is a prologue to a story I want to write. If I can think of what comes next, I'll write Chapter 1

In the meantime, ENJOY!


Jonathan woke from his after work nap in a daze. Did he really just hear gunshots? He rolled over and checked his clock. It was 8:52 PM. He yawned, kicked off his blankets lazily, and rolled out of bed.

He was having the weirdest dream. He dreamt that he was in a fight with his friend Chris and that he shot him. The sound of the gunshot in his dream woke him. Speaking of Chris, he was supposed to come by today. Said it was important.

As Jonathan walked to the kitchen he heard heavy footsteps clamoring down the stairwell outside his apartment. Jonathan turned to the door to see what was going on. He looked through the peephole and saw someone in dark clothing rush past. He opened the door to see who it was.

"Hey! What's going on? Is there a fire?" Jonathan called to the stranger who kept bolting down the stairs. Jonathan ran down the steps to see what was going on. As he got to the front door of the building he heard a car engine roar to life. He looked around and saw an old Chevy Oldsmobile peel off into the streets. Strange, thought Jonathan, who turned and walked back up the stairs.

He reached the landing where his apartment was and went to open the door. He stopped a moment and after a brief reprieve, his curiosity got the best of him and he turned back towards the stairs. He slowly climbed the steps to see if there was any sign of activity. All the doors were shut, it wasn't until he reached the fifth and final floor that he saw something out of place. The door at the end of the hall was left open.

This must be where the stranger ran from, thought Jonathan. He edged closer to see what was going on. The lights were off inside and only the hall light from the stairwell lit the place up. Jonathan walked to the doorway and peered in. Despite the low lighting he could see the place was a wreck. Jonathan took a step inside and turned on the overhead light.

"Hello? Is anyone there?" Jonathan called out hopeful of some response, but none came. He looked back at the stairwell quickly before venturing further into the apartment. The kitchen looked like any other kitchen. Dirty dishes in the sink, a pot of left over macaroni and cheese sat on the stove. Nothing out of place here. Jonathan moved slowly down the hallway to the bedroom, whose door was a jar.

Jonathan nudged the door open slightly. He reached for the light switch but nothing turned on. The light must've burnt out. He pushed the door open to allow light from the main room in. The room was a mess, cloths were everywhere, the dresser was knocked over the PC in the corner was running casting an eerie blue glow over the scene. Jonathan moved towards the computer and tripped over something heavy.

Jonathan scrambled to get off the floor but his hands kept slipping on something wet. Finally he crawled on elbows back to the door way and helped himself up off the floor. He looked back to see what he had tripped over expecting to see a dog or a duffle bag of cloths. There at his feet was a body. Jonathan looked at himself. His hands and body were covered in blood. The body lay still. Jonathan tried to scream but couldn't.

A man had died here tonight.