The Exposure Chronicle - Prologue

My name is Brandon Redford.

I would take a paragraph or two to describe myself, but I know you would lose interest about halfway through. So instead I'll give you something else to picture. The United States, 2013.

The world economy in shambles, currently in the process of a slow and almost hopeless recovery. A small, poor town in Montana named Stillrock, and the most beautiful girl in the world living in it. The only girl in the world who deserves everything, who's imperfections are easy to find perfection in, and who's eyes are so tantalizing that your heart almost stops every time you meet her gaze.

Ladies, it may sound like I'm over exaggerating, but as a guy, I've never seen any girl so gorgeous. Her name is Brittany Jones, and I wish she could be mine, but I know she doesn't deserve me... she deserves so much better.

You see, I've never been like the rest of the guys I knew. I never wanted a girl for sex. I just wanted a girl who understands me, one who laughs at my jokes, one who I can talk to for hours at a time. One who will lay her head on my chest and tell me she loves me. I know that Brittany would be perfect for that role. I'd always be able to find light in the darkness when she's around.

But I'm sort of a social outcast, and well she's the head cheerleader. Two kinds of people that don't belong together, you know? So, it shouldn't surprise you that she's dating the starting quarterback for the school football team. His name is Damon West, and he's a class B liar, and a class A douche-bag.

Now I'm not just saying that because he's already won her heart, I'm saying that because he doesn't deserve her heart.

You see with the country in a deep depression, there's no money to pay policeman, so there ARE NO policemen. The Skull's Gang, once a small group of delinquents, now struck a ferocious fear over the small town of Stillrock. People would be kidnapped for ransom, children would be murdered, most of the time the streets would be empty because people were hiding in their homes. Stillrock might be a town of only eight thousand people, but these eight thousand people don't deserve this, especially a perfect girl like Brittany.

The problem is, her lover boy, Damon, who she thinks is the most perfect guy in the world... is part of the Skulls Gang. I know he is, and I know she doesn't know. I've seen the way Damon hangs around those juvenile gang members like he's one of their own... because he IS one of their own. I know he's not the kind of a guy a perfect girl like Brittany needs, and it pisses me off that he lies to her, and deceives her like she's some kind of toy, and that the love she has for him is some kind of game.

Women don't deserve to be treated like Damon treats Brittany. I know how the Skull's gang members are to the girls they date. They'll unmercifully beat them if they aren't pleased with whatever it is they want. It tears my heart up to think that Brittany is being treated like that. I know she deserves better than me, but she deserves a hell of a lot better than Damon.

I can't talk to her. She wouldn't listen. I'm not worth her precious breath, but I'll be damned if I'm going to let Damon treat her like some sort of slave.

My name is Brandon Redford, and this is the story of how I saved Brittany Jones...