Writing a book, part 2!

Below is my second part of the book i am now writing, i am posting this just to show that i'm still working on this, and hopefully will start to work on it more. let me know what you think of it.

I know you're expecting to hear that X-men found me, and they wanted to do experiments on me, or a bolt of lightning struck me and gave me super powers, but let's be real now. Something much much greater then that happened.
Normally when someone gets kidnapped in the movies, a gray van pulls up, a bunch of masked guys with AK's jump out and chloroform them, or put a gun to their head, or something to that effect, well as I've tried to tell you, THIS ISN'T A MOVIE. For me, 3 Black 2011 Cadillac Sts's pulled up to the sidewalk directly in front of me, while 3 Sharply dressed Men in Black suits stepped out of each. There were no AK's or Chloroform napkins, no masks, and no sense of urgency. They did not surround me to intimidate me, or jump me, if they had there is a strong chance I would have snapped their necks. Instead they approached me in 3 lines, then one man, who looked no different from the other 8 guys stepped forward. In the calmest fashion he extended his hand and said “hello”. I shook his hand and waited to see what was going to happen next. The next words he uttered came as no surprise to me, as he told me that I was being taken by the government for questions pertinent to national security. In other words, “this is what I have to tell you so I can “legally” kidnap you and interrogate you.”
Now it would have been no problem for me to incapacitate those men and to quickly get away, but my life as of lately had gotten quite boring, and the things like beating up general Jackasses and stealing cars just wasn't cutting it for me anymore. I figured going with them could possibly get me into a whole new world of adrenaline pumping mayhem, and if didn't, then I would just leave, they couldn't stop me if their life depended on it, and most likely their lives would.
No handcuffs were offered nor forced, they simply walked back to their cars, and the man who spoke to me, opened the door for me. I with out hesitation ducked into the car and expected to hear some sort of instructions, or commands, but none came. The man who spoke to me, whose name I still do not know got in the passengers seat, and with out a word all the cars pulled from the side walk and started driving.
I expected a blindfold to be placed over my eyes, or possibly even a black bag, perhaps I'm the one who watches to many movies, because that never happened either. In fact, nothing happened, no one said a word, there were no high speed car chases, they just drove, in fact they drove so long I ended up falling asleep, which turned out was entirely part of their plan. However, when I woke up, I was in for quite a surprise.

Short story

Last year for school i had to write a story. We were given a list of titles we could choose for our story and base our story off from, and I'll let my story explain the rest.
Why I stay away from the woods
It's interesting that you'd ask such a question as to Why do I stay away from the woods? Why is that interesting, well I've got numerous reasons and even a few stories to help me explain myself. First off, I haven't always gone out of my way to stay out of the woods, that was when I was much younger and more naive though. Not only did I not try staying away from the woods, indeed I searched out to find entertainment within the treacherous wilderness which is referred to as “the woods”. This is not to say that all people in fact find discontent in the woods, it is just to explain why I avoid the woods at all costs.
It all started when I was about 9 years old on a hot summer day when I embarked on a hiking endeavor with my grandmother. She felt that the fresh air and a walk through the woods would be good for me. Since, this was not an uncommon thing and in fact we did frequently hike through the woods for entertainment, I held no objection. The path taken in this most life altering trip was as follows. We first went out the back door of her house, down her back yard, and past the small pumpkin patch which is beside the shed. We passed through the neighbors yard and tread on our first part of the woods on a stone path way. This was a rather minute part of the woods and we were soon back in a field which contained a large maze like patch of trees planted by hand. This was the last territory of safety before the false sense of security that some people are duped into finding in the woods passed us.
After we passed through this field, containing the tree houses and old car's my father use to play with when he was a child, we entered the woods. When you first begin your trek into them you cross a wooden bridge that is broken in many places. Luckily the stream beneath is relatively small. I had a bad feeling about that day because the normally lesser stream, was even dryer than normal. Continuing on our voyage which seemed to be headed towards never-never land, I was caught in the most fright that I have ever experienced. About a minute onto the trail, there was a small step, it was not anything to worry about, but you could possibly trip if you were paying no attention. As we came to it, I looked down, only to be confronted by the most bloodcurdling monster I have ever seen in my life. I could not speak, all I could do was try to flee from it. As my grandmother and I were holding hands, her instinct was to pull me back, assuming that I was falling and not running for my life. This sent me into an even more frenzied panic. My heart must have stopped at that point, because I don't remember what happened for the next five minutes, but what I do remember is me being back at the house, waiting for quite some time for my grandmother to catch up to me.
Once my grandmother managed to get back to her house, she insisted on having me explain in the best way a 9 year old can, why I ran so quickly. So, to my utter dismay, I described, the split tongued, rope bodied, slithering deadliness that people oh so frequently refer to as a snake. And that is why I stay away from the woods.

More of my Great Grandfather being Awesome

My Great Grandfather along with fighting in the war, also was the Heavyweight Boxing Champion of Maine. He would travel all around to get new fights and he started at a very young age. One day as he was traveling to get a place where his next fight would take place he ended up talking to a Sheriff. At this point he was only 16 years old, same as me, keep that in mind. The Sheriff told him that his son was the best boxer around and he was also around my Great Grandfathers age. My grandfather said "well i can beat him". The sheriff arranged for it and made it known around town that there would be a fight between his son and my Great Grandfather. My Great Grandfather was a lefty, which not many people knew, and even less people that went in to fight him knew. In the first round my Great Grandfather caught him right on the chin and apparently he hit him so hard he went skidding across the floor. After the fight, the Sheriff came up and said, well i would have paid you a $1000 to not have to see that happen to my son, and my Great Grandfather said to him, "WELL WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME THAT BEFORE THE FIGHT?! I would have danced around with him for 8 or 9 rounds if i could have got a $1000 out of it!"

Stories

I spent the day today with my grandparents out at a camp, and had a really good day, and as the day was ending i sat down to eat supper. My grandparents had invited the owner of the whole camp area and another set of elderly campers over to have supper with us. Well as supper went on we all began to talk about our selves and tell stories from our past and about our families. Well i heard many stories about my great grandfather who was a highly decorated WWII veteran, some i will share later on, but one i would like to share now. The words from my grandfather. It was the middle of winter in WWII and my great grandfather and all of the people in his group were wearing brown, which was very easy to detect, while the germans were in all white so they were near impossible to see. Everyone that was trying to charge against the Germans were just getting mowed down because they couldn't see them at all. The commander just kept ordering them to charge and all of the soldiers followed orders. Well this time my Great Grandfathers group was ordered to charge, and my Great Grandfather ran out with one of his close friends, and they saw the other people they had been with getting shot around them. The next thing my great grandfather did was look at his buddy, and said "well sh**, i'm not doing this, we can't even see them!". My great grandfather and his buddy took off running and both of them side by side dove over into a ditch. who do you think they landed on? if you said the Germans, you're wrong. They dove over a ditch and landed directly on top of their commander. :]

Quintessential Badass

Below is the start to my book, i wrote this really late at night, so forgive any grammar errors, i just wanted to hear what people think about it, and share it, i will update this with more story as often as i can. There is some language in there, so if you're afraid of a swear or two, then just don't read.

Quintessential Badass

With most tough guys that can do really amazing and jaw dropping things, they have a bend to do what's right. I don't. I've never really cared for doing good for anyone else. Ever heard the expression, “no good deed goes unpunished”? When I do something “good” I don't get a warm feeling inside, I don't feel anything. Most people are scared of not being able to feel, I love it. It's not that I have no feelings at all, it's mainly the good ones I lack.

No, I don't have a love story to tell you, and if you're looking for a happy ending to this book you should probably just stop reading now, because that just isn't going to happen. However, if you want to hear the most bad ass story, and you're sick of constantly hearing about giant blue people, sparkling vampires, and other stories that you can't and never will relate to, well you're in for a treat then.

I'm Brock, and I'm the guy you wish you were. You know all of those action movies with the really ripped, tough guys? I'm them, except I'm real and I'm better. I'm not talking about all of those super hero, spandex wearing clowns, or those billionaires with every gadget there is. This wasn't a gift given to me, and I'm not like this by chance. I wanted to be the best, and I am the best. You want to be like me? Too damn bad, you can't.

You see, I tried holding a steady job a few times, but it just never seemed to work out for me. I tried working at a lumber yard, and that didn't work out for me, they said that I had sent too many people to the hospital. I think they just had too many idiots working with me. One guy was Jerry Crane, Jerry had a mild anger problem, but before I go any further I must say that there are 3 types of people that I truly can't be around. 1. People who abuse women or children, 2. people who exploit women or children, and 3. Ass holes. Unfortunately for me, actually it's more unfortunate for Jerry, he was all 3 types. Back to Jerry's anger problem, Jerry was quite a hot head, and he often took it out on the people around him, which was easy because it was usually his 11 year old daughter and his very small framed wife. However with me, it was not so easy, I'm what happens when Greatness meets power and is manifested into a 6'4 240 pound body of muscle.

Jerry one day forgot to his bring screw driver to adjust his chain saw, knowing that I am always very precise and do not forget anything, he asked to borrow mine. Jerry was basically looking for a free ride in an ambulance. I told him no, because I don't let anyone touch my tools and he lost it. He ran up to me and threw the hardest punch he could, since Jerry is one of the most uncoordinated men alive, I stepped aside, hooked my foot around the front of his ankle, and landed my elbow right on the back of his neck, and Jerry tumbled to the ground. Jerry with his very little primate like intelligence, and his rage filled body got back up and lunged at me again, putting his face at a perfect angle to meet with my knee. This time Jerry did not get back up. I finished my day up and went home, where I got a call from my boss, he said Jerry had a broken nose, and that Jerry was claiming I did it. Of course I did do it, but I couldn't tell my boss that, that however did not matter and he still fired me.

The rest of my jobs were like that, I'd be there a few months, a total douche bag would come along, they're all the same. They picked on a few guys smaller then them and they think they're invincible, I'd toss them around, and teach them a lesson and I would get a call later that day letting me know I couldn't work there anymore. It never really bothered me though, I like fighting and I don't need money. One day however, something changed.

Writing a Book

I've always enjoyed writing, I like to explore my mind and see the great fantasies I can create in it. Writing is a way to share with people every thing that goes on in my head. Some people have said I have a gift at writing (not actual hand writing i'm terrible at that) but at writing capturing or entertaining stories, and some people have cared less about my writing. However, i've always said that I'm going to write a book, and I'm going to, and I'm going to start tonight. I by no means, plan on this being a great book, or anyone actually caring about it, i just want to see what it takes, and get practice for writing in the future, i enjoy it and it passes time. So until next time, that's all.