Post by rockerr on Sept 14, 2010 11:42:26 GMT -5
Pain. Pain in the head. Pain in the body. Pain in the heart. Pain was all the boy lying on the floor of the plain motel room could feel.
In the utter stillness of this scene the boy's eyelids flicking open was as obvious as an entire continent shifting.
Instantly thoughts raced through his confused mind.
What? Where am I?
The boy sits up.
No... More importantly who am I!?
He ran his hand through his hair, trying to remember something... anything. His hands were cold. Not a normal sort of cold, but cold like steel. He lowered his arm from his head, and studied them.
Cold like steel? No.. these are steel!
He was beginning to panic.
What happened to me!? Was I kidnapped!? Did they take my arms!? Am I even a human!?
He tore off one of his shoes, and studied it. Flesh. Human flesh. A human scar. He exhaled, relieved he was most likely a human being. He realized his other arm was clenched in a fist. He opened his hand up, inside was crumpled photograph. He unfolded it.
The picture was of a hauntingly beautiful girl. Flowing raven black hair, deep blue eyes, pale white skin. He stared at the photo for almost a whole minute, transfixed by the girls mysterious gaze. She seemed so familiar, her name was... Her name was...
Who is she? She's beautiful...
He pulled himself to his feet. Feeling slightly calmed by the image of the girl. He tried to take stock of the situation.
Ok, I wake up in a random motel room. For some reason I don't have any arms or memories. I have a splitting headache, and I feel like I was hit by a truck... First thing's first I need to find out where I am...
He glanced at the crumpled photo, and noticed something new. There was writing on back. He flipped the picture over. There were two pairs of initials encircled by a heart.
'B.S + H.K'
BS... HK... BS? ...Is that my Name?
An intense pain spiked in his head, and he collapsed to the ground again, clutching his splitting cranium.
"Blake Seeder... Blaze... Number... Teen..." A crackling voice, like something out of an old recording, resounded in his head.
My name... BS? Blake seeder? Or Blaze Seeder?
"Yes."
"Where am I!?" He said aloud. No response.
The pain slowly died away as the silence continued. After what felt like hours the boy, no, Blake, stood again. He spotted a door on the far side of the room. He could have sworn it hadn't been there before. He cautiously steeped towards it, mechanical arm outstretched.
In the utter stillness of this scene the boy's eyelids flicking open was as obvious as an entire continent shifting.
Instantly thoughts raced through his confused mind.
What? Where am I?
The boy sits up.
No... More importantly who am I!?
He ran his hand through his hair, trying to remember something... anything. His hands were cold. Not a normal sort of cold, but cold like steel. He lowered his arm from his head, and studied them.
Cold like steel? No.. these are steel!
He was beginning to panic.
What happened to me!? Was I kidnapped!? Did they take my arms!? Am I even a human!?
He tore off one of his shoes, and studied it. Flesh. Human flesh. A human scar. He exhaled, relieved he was most likely a human being. He realized his other arm was clenched in a fist. He opened his hand up, inside was crumpled photograph. He unfolded it.
The picture was of a hauntingly beautiful girl. Flowing raven black hair, deep blue eyes, pale white skin. He stared at the photo for almost a whole minute, transfixed by the girls mysterious gaze. She seemed so familiar, her name was... Her name was...
Who is she? She's beautiful...
He pulled himself to his feet. Feeling slightly calmed by the image of the girl. He tried to take stock of the situation.
Ok, I wake up in a random motel room. For some reason I don't have any arms or memories. I have a splitting headache, and I feel like I was hit by a truck... First thing's first I need to find out where I am...
He glanced at the crumpled photo, and noticed something new. There was writing on back. He flipped the picture over. There were two pairs of initials encircled by a heart.
'B.S + H.K'
BS... HK... BS? ...Is that my Name?
An intense pain spiked in his head, and he collapsed to the ground again, clutching his splitting cranium.
"Blake Seeder... Blaze... Number... Teen..." A crackling voice, like something out of an old recording, resounded in his head.
My name... BS? Blake seeder? Or Blaze Seeder?
"Yes."
"Where am I!?" He said aloud. No response.
The pain slowly died away as the silence continued. After what felt like hours the boy, no, Blake, stood again. He spotted a door on the far side of the room. He could have sworn it hadn't been there before. He cautiously steeped towards it, mechanical arm outstretched.