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Reminisce
Rain. I can hear it around me. I realize that I'm running out of oxygen so I take a breath. I try inhaling through my nose, but the smell of iron is overwhelming. I can taste it in my mouth as well. The iron. I open my mouth and blood spills out. I lift my hand to clean the blood off my chin, but I fall onto my chest. I'm incredibly weak, stricken by fatigue. To even lift myself up is an incredible struggle. I place both my hands on the ground, and I'm able to stand but barely. I open my eyes and darkness. The only light that comes is from the lightning. I see a light switch. I stumble towards it, and flick it. The switch turns on a small, flickering lamp on the counter. Every second that the lightning strikes, I try analyzing my surroundings. I'm in a lobby. My knees fail me and I fall onto a small couch. I feel something touching my arm, and I see a body. Female. Vixen, perhaps. She was covered in blood. The light finally stops flickering and gives a steady stream of light. The lights only covering half of the room, but it's enough to let me see. Next to the lamp, I see a helmet. And I'm… drawn to it. I'm running out of oxygen again. I take another breathe again, but this time through my mouth. No blood this time. I lift myself off of the small couch, and limp towards the helmet.
"Who am I?" I ask myself. My voice is raspy and gravelly. Painful, almost, as if I've been yelling for hours. I had so many questions. Where am I? Why am I here? Who has the vixen-wolf on the couch? What importance does she have? Why am I attracted to that helmet? More importantly, what is my name? It feels likes ages before I reach the helmet, but in reality, I already have the helmet in my hands. It feels right. Almost as if I'm supposed to hold it. This is no ordinary helmet. It had large, vertical spikes on the back. It had a lens visor. The closer I bring it to my head, the stronger the feeling becomes. I place the helmet on my head, and a sharp pain runs through my shoulders. I stumble onto my knees, but I keep my balance. Yet, I feel stronger. I make it back to my feet, and I stay strong. Was it possible that this helmet was giving me strength? I didn't believe it. And yet, I heard a small electronic whine. The helmet was powering up, I could feel it. Everything in the room was much clearer. I could see the face of the vixen-wolf. I could see the color of her fur. I could see my hands, and how bloodied and abused they had become. Open scars, blood still leaking out. It wasn't just my hands. My chest, my legs, my waist.
Then, the whining noise stopped. A large image appeared in front of me. Was I hallucinating? Was I imaging this? I finally realized that the helmet was displaying the image on the lens visor. On the screen, was a black hedgehog. Me? The image began to move. It was a video. It began playing. And I realized that that hedgehog was in the same place I was. I began to believe he was me. But one fact kept bothering me. Why can't I remember anything?