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Hi guys. I'm sick of making 40k stuff, so this originates in the real world. A lot of wierd stuff in here

Chapter one:

Otto woke with a start as the whole world seemed to tip beneath him. He opened his eyes, squinting against the sudden brightness, and was startled to see the surface of the ocean rushing past just a few metres below. It took him a second to realise that he was looking through the side window of some kind of aircraft, a helicopter, judging by the muffled but insistent thumping of rotors coming from overhead. "Where am I?" Otto whispered to himself, staring out at the vast expanse of open water. "A very good question." The measured voice startled Otto and he turned to face a tall Asian boy who had been sitting silently in the seat beside him. "And one which I hope will be answered shortly." He looked at Otto with a calm expression. "Perhaps you could shed some light on our current situation?" There was no emotion in his voice, just a mild curiosity. He appeared to be considerably taller than Otto and his long dark hair was tied back in a neat ponytail. This was marked contrast to Otto's short, spiky hair, which was as white as snow since the day he'd been born. The boy wore a loose linen shirt and trousers and black silk slippers. Otto was still wearing the jumper, jeans and trainers that was the last thing he remembered putting on. "I'm sorry," Otto said, rubbing his temples, "I have no idea where I am or how i got here. Just a splitting headache."
"It seams, then, that we have been subjected to the same treatment." Otto's fellow passenger replied. "The headache will fade shortly, but I suspect your memory of recent events will be as elusive for you as it was to me." Otto realised that the boy was right. No matter how hard he concentrated he only had the vaguest recollection of the events leading to his current situation. He had the image of a dark figure standing In a doorway, it's hand raised and pointing at something at him, but after that, nothing. Otto turned his attention to a closer inspection of his new surroundings. A clear plastic screen speared them from the two black-clad pilots in the cockpit. One of the men glanced into the rear compartment and, seeing that Otto was awake, made an in audible comment to his co-pilot. Otto was not accustomed to feeling nervous but he could not suppress the prickling unease that swept over him. He tried to realise the buckle on the harness that was holding him to his seat but it refused to release. He wasn't going anywhere. Quite where he would go even if he did escape was another matter - all he could see through the windows in all directions was featureless ocean. It seemed they had little opinion but to sit tight and see where this mysterious journey would take them. Otto looked ahead throughout he partition, searching for any possible sign of destination. At first he saw nothing but the ocean stretching interminably ahead of them, but then he noticed something on the horizon. It looked almost like a volcano rising up out of the ocean, a tall column of black smoke billowing from its severed peak, but at this distance it was impossible to make out any more details. "That is the first sight I have had of land since I woke nearly an hour ago," the Asian boy said. He too had spotted the island coming into view. "I suspect that we are nearing our destination." Otto nodded- the helicopter was heading straight towards the island and the pilots were now busying themselves flicking the switches and adjusting controls in the cockpit as if preparing to land. "Maybe well get some answers when we get there," Otto said, continuing to peer at the island that was growing ever larger ahead. "Yes," they boy responded, still staring straight ahead. "I don't like being kept in the dark, and I'm curious to know why someone should want to gather such a cargo and transport it across such great distances. It would be wise to question the motives of those who abduct people in this way." The helicopter closed the distance to the island quickly and was soon racing above the treetops of the jungle that surrounded the volcanic peak. As they neared the Islands centre the machine rose in the air, scaling the sides of the apparently active volcano before plunging into the dark clouds of smoke at its summit. Otto knew at once that things were not as appeared. If they had flown into a true volcanic plume, the helicopter would have been burnt to a cinder in seconds but instead it slowed, dropped into a hover, and began to descend into the boiling clouds. Otto felt another twinge of apprehension as the helicopter continued its blind descent. There had to be somewhere to land down there, he reassured himself. The Asian boy, meanwhile, continued to sit impassively, staring straight ahead, his hands calmly folded in his lap, apparently unconcerned by the nature of their proposed landing site. The hovering machine continued to fall but now a hazy light could be seen below, illuminating the dark the dark clouds that were beginning to thin visibly. Suddenly they dropped out of the cloud and Otto peered out of his window at the bizarre scene below. Beneath them was a cavernous flood-lit bay, dominated by a central landing pad, with dozens of men milling around it. They all seemed to be wearing orange jumpsuits and hard hats and were busily preparing for the helicopters imminent arrival. "We appear to be expected," the boy remarked, looking out of the window. "Perhaps now we will find the answers we seek," he continued, sounding as if this was the most normal thing that had ever happened to him. The helicopter came to a rest on the landing pad with a gentle bump and the two boys' seat harnesses popped open with a click. Several of the men in orange jumpsuits now approached the aircraft. Otto noticed the large black holsters mounted on their hips. As the guards approached, the other boy turned to face Otto and said, "My name is Wing Fanchu. What might I call you?" Only slightly phased by Wings directness, Otto replied, "Malpense... Otto Malpense."

Chapter two:

A guard opened the door on Otto's side of the helicopter for him to get out. As Otto stepped down on to the concrete landing pad he began to appreciate the true scale of the concealed hangar. A dozen sleek, jet black helicopters, identical to the one that had brought them here, stood arranged a around the pad, their matt surfaces seeming to absorb the light from the floodlights that illuminated the bay. Grim-faced guards were positioned at regular intervals around the pad, and Otto decided that it would probably be best to do as their new hosts instructed, for now at least. Wing too was surveying their new surroundings with the same unchanging expression of mild curiosity. If he was surprised at all by the bizarre facility, he betrayed no hint of it. "Proceed up the stairs to the main entrance," the guard instructed in a gruff voice. "You will be given further instructions inside." Otto looked at the direction that the guard indicated and saw a broad staircase carved from the cavern rock leading up to an enormous set of heavy steel doors. Otto and Wing walked towards the staircase, Otto wondering what might be hidden in such an imposing entrance. There was a sudden grinding noise and he looked up to see two huge panels sliding together, closing of the crater entrance to the landing bay, sealing them inside. Floodlights positioned around the roof of the landing bay provided the only illumination, and Otto shuddered as the panels closed shut with an ominous crunch. The two boys reached the top of the staircase, the heavy metal doors rumbling open as they approached. They passed through into another cavern, not as large as the crater hangar, but just as impressive. The floor was highly polished black marble and the rock walls of the cavern we're lined with enormous slabs of the same gleaming black stone, dotted with sturdy looking brushed steel doors. The far end of the hall was dominated by an imposing granite structure of the globe being cracked and splintered beneath a giant fist. At its base was a plinth, upon which was emblazoned the words 'DO UNTO OTHERS'. In the front of the sculpture was a low stage with a central lectern, around which twenty or so children stood whispering nervously to one another. They all appeared to be around the same age as Otto, and he could see they were as confused and apprehensive as he was; he just did a better job of hiding it. Guards stood dotted around the perimeter of the room, watching them all carefully. Otto remained calm, taking this opportunity to study the guards more closely. They had the look of hired thugs but seemed strangely disciplined. Each one of them had a large holster on their hip and Otto could tell that they would not be afraid to use the weapons if necessary. Or, more worryingly, if not necessary. A door hissed open and a tall man, dressed in black, strode purposefully across the stage to the central lectern.

... What is this?

It may seem a bit random at the moment mate, but I'm using up whatever spare time to make it.

It's not that it is just that there is a Series called H.I.V.E with the same characters, and the same opening.

Yeah its the same...

Think of it as sharing the book with other people

Well, you acted and tried to make people believe you wrote t yourself..

And i dont think you can legally post books somewhere without permission of the writer..

While it might not be spelled out explicitly in the rules for this subforum, this area is intended as a place where people can post their own works of fiction (fan fiction and the like). Not excerpts from actual books, which are the property of the writer.

So, locking...