The Venture In Troy Land {Chapter 2} Written By WILLIAM MACANACK {COLLEGE STORY #2

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RANSOM MONEY MYSTERY

Troy wakes up with an odd headache, wondering why he dream't thoughts of his best friend with his ex girlfriend Brooke. The sky is cloudy and Troy gets ready for his morning, when receiving a mysterious phone call.

Troy reached for his phone, but answers anyways.

Caller “I heard that you have ransom money for me?”

Troy “What money are you referring to and for what cause?”

Caller “I’m passing the phone to my coadjutor; she will inform you why we’re calling you, regarding and explain what the money is for.”

Troy confusingly wondering what’s going on, he decides to stick around for this real life adventure.

Coadjutor “Troy, You have a friend who is very dear to you, is this right?”

Troy “I have a few, what is this absurd call about?”

Coadjutor “You got my message, I know for a fact that you did.”

Troy “Are you trying to adumbrate something here?”

The phone line wire from this mysterious characters side was cut, disconnecting Troy. 

Troy blankly looked at his phone wondering what had happened; suddenly he heard his stomach rumbling.

He galloped downward upon a simple but rather ram shackled staircase, to his kitchen.

Peacefully eating Troy thought some thoughts regarding what the meaning of these recent current events are. He thought about the dream, the call and what this coadjutor was talking about. These thoughts disturbed Troy; he couldn't help but wonder if the situation was ineluctable or if he could change it.

Signs of distress filled the air and for Troy. He began to feel dismayed. He called all of his contacts, trying to investigate what happened, but no response.

He rushed towards the front door, it didn't budge.  He asked himself “Am I going crazy or am I being immured in this place?”  He came to the conclusion of opening his kitchen window to escape this horrific tragedy, as for the window was spray painted with a wood frame on a makeshift wall.  Stumbling upon such confusion he pursued towards the fire escape, when all the lights shut off.  “Am I going mad, because this germane conspiracy was interrupting my day?”

Troy could only wish he could just absolve trying to figure out why this madman would have him do ridicules tasks, for the conclusive ending he would know to have happen would be his victory! At this point he wanted to not fathom this tale, for it was preposterous. 

Troy thought and thought, of all the ways he could break out of this tragedy, remembering his congenital strength of bashing out of places. He tried everything possible in his mind, in that moment. Failure was always the result. He concluded that whatever he did would leave him breathless and unable to succeed.  Troy fell to the ground in despair, leaning against the walls of his kitchen.

He gazed upon a light source; this source of light was none other that he had ever seen.  It pressed upon Troy’s face for this was revealing a button that he did not place.  He trusted in his gut that it would spare him from his troublesome fate.  Pushing it led to an explosive dismay, opening a cemented passageway. He got up with not a scratch, leaving the scene; the building met its match!