A Story Which Shall Be Published In Chapters.
This Are The First Two Chapters. All I need are a set of honest comments, so that I will know how to continue with the story.
Scientific Fortress.

By Dukaporax
Chapter one
Going For A Walk. (Regnold Narrating)
It was quiet a sweet and beautiful sun-windy afternoon along the streets of St. Petersburg in the city of Budapest, Hungary, when my monkey and I went out to the cinema. Moscoo the monkey was a fat and round funny male, which I had received as a grandiose prize from the world Renown University of Harvard. This was for my fabulous Animal Training skills. I had trained numerous monkeys how to use sophisticated weapons, such as the Ak-47s, M-16s, gas grenades and other devices. Moscoo my dear monkey was a good example of a trained smooth criminal, even though he knew dozens of tricks, I had given him serious warning to cease from his tricks, unless I instructed him to do it for a genuine reason.
On that day, Moscoo had firmly decided to take along with him his ipod, to listen to his favorite tune “lollipop” More about Moscoo was that, he could pronounce some few words, only mostly those related to food, such as his dearest “bananana” which he had completely learned to articulate with ease. He was clothed in a light pair of shorts and a blue polio shirt stamped with the monkey symbol, the Golden banana, underneath was written “We Adore It” covering his eyes was his starry sun shades which he always loved to wear in the presence of beautiful female monkeys.
We were both moving swiftly in a jubilant and exuberant manner. I don’t know what came over us that faithful afternoon, for we were so vibrant as if we had won a magnificent trophy. Then suddenly a devil’s Incarnate came from nowhere, up above was a tram moving unusually slowly as compared to the other trams and trains I had ever seen, it was really a sick tortoise as compared to the speed of the normal trams I had ever seen. In this tram was boldly written, “The Mugglers”, I could not reckon what it meant, but all I could clearly discern was that it was a blue tram with blurry windows. Open widely was a window, in it was a figure weaving, it looked like a boy of about 9yrs. “Huh” I chocked from the look of that horrid sight, the boy looked bizarre.
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