They stayed in the back behind the car and they were quite large. The man in green says that they want to talk to me, and he instructs me to get in the car. I become scared. I told him that if he wanted to talk to me, start talking, but there is no way I'm going to get into any car with five guys I don't know! He said that he wanted to talk to me about participating in some sort of program. I told him that what ever he wants from me the answer was "no". He then said that "NO" was an unacceptable answer, and that I was going to participate whether I liked it or not because I was too valuable and "NO" was not an option. He then said "Andy, get in the f*cking car." I said "No." The man in the black leather coat with the white hair "Adolph" grabs my arm and starts pulling me toward the open car door (back seat drivers side). My instinct just seems to take over, I wrench my arm away from Adolph let me tell you I START RUNNING. This is going to be difficult to explain without a visual aid but here goes. The parking lot was a very long and thin lot, not like a square, but like an "I", only two places to park your car, on the right or on the left and its very long. The lot is located below the level of the campus by about 70 to 80 feet. There is a long slope as an embankment and about every 100 yards or so there is a set of stairs to get in and out of the lot. At the top of the stairs there is a main road which runs along the entire campus. So once you cross the road you are right there on campus. Buildings start about 50 feet in from the road.

I break away from Adolph AND I START RUNNING. I ran as fast as I could for the stairs. The stairs were about 50 yards away, I reach them unmolested. I turn back and look to see if they are chasing me. They are not, as I look back all the men have gotten back in the car and I just catch a glimpse of the last car door closing. I pause, thinking the car is going to come towards me, the tires squeal but in REVERSE. I think, it hits me, they are going to cut me off at the top of the stairs. AT THAT MOMENT for the second time I felt the "the rush." The first time was when the man was going to hit me with the baseball bat. But for the first time in my life I felt like I was running for my life. That if they beat me to the top of the stairs it was all over. By "the rush" I mean the adrenaline rush, your mind closes like having blinders on and the surge of power your body feels when it's life or death. If you have never been in a situation where you truly "feared for your life." You really cannot understand the feeling I am talking about. I bounded up those stairs, three of four stairs at a time. At the top is a car parked right in front of the stairs, it's maroon but it's facing the wrong way. I crouch next to the rear fender and I see the first car about 200 yards away and I hear the engine rev as the driver floors it. Flying over the speed bumps. The car passes the parked car and I dart across the road. Out of my left ear I hear the screech of tires skidding, as I look the car has stopped and I see the drivers eyes in the rear view mirror. It is turning around. I get on the sidewalk and then 30 feet onto campus ground. For some reason I feel safe and I stop running in order to "blend in". There are many people around walking to class. I look back at the car, it looks like it's going to jump the curb. It does and All the students scatter like ants seeking cover. I'm left standing there by my self. A girl, who I had never met before, when all the others ran away, for some reason she ran to me. She grabs my arm and without saying a word tells me that she is not afraid. That instant seemed to last forever.

I hear the driver gun it. As the rear wheels now jump the curb. With my right hand I grab her left hand as I scream RUN! I turn and run for the nearest building. My right arm lags way behind me after two or three steps as her left arm is stretched as far forward as it can go. She is not fast enough. We are not going to make it. With my right hand I let go, I point to the right and yell "RUN." Out of my right eye after one or two steps, I don't see her. I slow down and turn to look back. She has stopped running. She turned and is facing the oncoming car placing herself right between me and the cars path believing they will stop or turn to avoid her. She is about 5 yards behind me, I am at the base of the steps of the building. All I hear is the engine as the driver floors it. She has no chance, I have no chance of saving her. This all happens in a split second. I turn back toward the building and leap up the stairs. The car is right behind me. I jump from the stair to the railing to side of the building, scurry up as I hear the crash below. Somehow I'm on the roof. I take a quick look around and there is nothing but pipes coming up out of the tar and a single door. I run for the door and when I get there it is locked. I hear someone calling my name, I go back and look over the edge. There are two cars below me, the Lincoln is crashed into the building, the maroon car that I hid behind for a split second is undamaged behind it. The man with the white hair is standing there looking up at me. He starts talking, he is stalling, he says "Andy, that was very impressive, very impressive indeed. Do you have any idea what you just did." He backs down the stairs and gets a running start... The building is a perfect square. The first floor all the way around is glass. From there up is all marble. On the corners are big square pillars. Which stick out 90 degrees from the side of the building forming a perfect right angle. I had jumped from the stair railing to the side of the pillar to the side of the building back to the side of the pillar all the way up to the top (left, right, left, right all the way). Grabbed the railing and leaped over. He tries to get to me the same way I came up the side of the building, comes close but slides back down the side again. I'm looking right into his eyes as he slides back down. He is yelling at me "I'm very impressed Andy, you have extra ordinary abilities". I yell back "F*CK YOU". He continues, "You just did what we call a five step 90 degree vertical climb, how do you explain that!" I yell back "I'M WEARING MY NIKE'S." The instant I said that I hear a chuckle behind me, I spin around. There are four guys on the roof sneaking up behind me. The man on the ground keeps yelling for me to come back to the edge, I ignore him. The four men now have spread out. They are moving very slowly towards me. They say they are my 'friends'. I say "if you are my friends stop and don't come any closer." They keep moving closer. Two of them reach in their jackets and pull out pistols.

At that point I say "F*ck this" and lunge at the guy on far right (he was the smallest). I get by him and run for the now open roof access door. The men with the pistols shoot at me. They couldn't have missed because it was a range of only 6 or 7 feet. There was no sound, and the guns looked a little "funny". They weren't shooting bullets, it was some sort of dart gun, or pellet gun. I don't know what it was, all I know is it wasn't bullets because they shot me and I just kept running. There are two more guys right inside the door. They have the same guns. I blow by them and they shoot me too. I make my way down to the first floor. The wrecked car is to my left wrapped around the pillar. I see a bloody hand under the car and blood is seeping out from under the car everywhere. I run out the door to my right, down the stairs, and out onto the quad. I'm running as fast as I can. I look back and they ARE chasing me this time. I run into Wilson commons (a huge open multilevel glass building which is the student center). I STOP running and casually begin walking among the crowd. I feel safe with people around. I'm inside the building. Two men in suits run in behind me, I start running again. Willison commons is basically a six story glass box. The entire middle is open. There is a spiral staircase which runs along one side of the building. There are three ways to enter the building. From the top, which is connected to the quad by a walk way. From the main entrance which brings you to the main floor, or through the basement (cafeteria level). It is easily a 100 foot drop from top to the very bottom.

I'm at the top with two men behind me. I go for the stairs and start going down. I get three levels down and enter on to the main floor. The man with the white hair is coming right towards me with three other guys in suits. I turn and run back up the stairs. The other two men are right there. I'm trapped. I turn to my left and leap over the railing without looking. One of them yells "NO DON'T DO IT." I thought I was jumping just to the main level, which is only about one story. I fell all the way to the bottom. Which is at least 50 feet. When I jumped I did it with no hesitation and no fear. I truly believed that if they caught me my life would be over so again without hesitation I hoped over the railing without hesitation. I leaped over and immediately focused on where I was going to land. Like a moment frozen time, I didn't wave my arms or yell, my body was frozen like a statue as it fell. My mind suddenly took over, and I envisioned my legs as being "steel springs" (my lower body is extremely strong from weightlifting) and I squeezed my legs and butt as tight as I could. Knees bent, head up, just like I was squatting 500 pounds. I hit the ground hard, and I mean with tremendous force. It was just like "BA-BOOM" the thing is it worked. Just like steel springs my legs absorbed the impact and I literally "bounced" several feet in the air then came crashing down on a table. As I'm laying on my back I open my eyes and they are all looking at me from the point on the staircase which I had jumped. They thought I was dead. But something inside me says "get up" and I did. They start running down the stairs after me, and I start limping away. My dorm room is only two buildings away. I go out the basement entrance and ran as fast as I could right for my room. I make it back, and rush in, Brian is there, I start freaking out "LOCK THE DOOR" "DON'T LET ANYONE IN" "THEY ARE AFTER ME". I feel my body start to collapse, I climb into my bunk bed and curl into the fettle position and I am out like a light.

I hear voices, "I told you I hit him." I feel hands all over my body but I cannot move. Everything is black. They ask me how is my ankle? I tell them its fine! I've already healed it!

I wake up, and I am in some kind of shock. I'M DAZED, CONFUSED, IN SOME SORT OF HAZE. I am not all right, it's like the world was spinning. I look at the clock and it is 2:00 AM (I was out for approximately 14 hours). Brian is gone, I'm still dressed and I wander outside. My mind is not there. I remember what happened but it is like a bad dream. My head and my mind keeps spinning, around and around, what happened? Did that really happen? I wonder back to the building where the car crashed to see if it really happened. There are lights all around the building. As I get closer I see men in yellow jump suits working. These men were not with the University maintenance department. There are three vans, a man is painting the railing that the car hit. But it's fixed. Two men are on their knees working on the marble block which was damaged by the car. I stop and watch them. One of the men sees me and calls for another man. He points at me, the other man promptly puts something to his ear, either a phone or a radio type device. I am looking right at him and he is looking right at me. I turn back and start walking back to my room. Brian is now there, I enter the room and he is pissed "WHERE DID YOU GO" "WHAT ARE YOU DOING OUT OF BED?" He puts me to bed, and then I hear him pick up the phone and start dialing. I'm out within seconds.

I wake up, and it's in the afternoon. I'm still in some sort of shock. I am not all right, I can feel it. I get dressed and head right for the building. I'm still in some kind of daze. Everything is one big blur. I get to the building. There is no sign of any damage. No broken glass, no cracked marble block, no mangled railing. Nothing! I go to the marble block where the car crashed, examine it, I find nothing. I go to the railing it's like new. It looks out of place almost, too new, I look at it carefully, it's freshly painted. I put my finger to it and that paint is still "tacky". I go to the other railings and they are all still tacky. But what I noticed was the cement around the whole area was "white". {sounds like a little 'reality engineering' taking place there - Branton}