Knowing is only half the battle: Prologue
Waking up in an empty room. Looking around dazed and confused. Having an unknown person holding your hand, imagine how scared he was at that moment. Fear went pulsing through him, rushing to the depths of his body, he started to shake. Thrashing to get away from the person, how was actually quite attractive, he pushes himself against the bed post. Trembling, not knowing how to speak, can't even remember who you are.
"Feli? What's wrong?" the blonde man asked. His deep savory voice trembling, just like his hands, as he reached out to him.
"Ung!" he violently shakes his head and ducks, not knowing what to expect from this man. It's strange, he can understand this man, but how come he can't communicate with him?
"Ung!" he tries again but fails.
Men in white come barging into the room, flooding him and the blonde with questions. Surrounding him, trapping him…almost as if they are trying to suffocate him.
"NO! he yells. Rushing up, pushing the doctors away he tries to get up. He falls to the ground and feels even more trapped and helpless than before.
"NO! he yells again. Strong arms then pick him up, not pushing away even as he pushes them off. They hold him close to a broad masculine chest. He stops resisting, closes his eyes, and leans into the strange safeness of this person and forgets the men around him, focusing on the man's deep voice.
"It's okay now. I'm here for you Feli." He whispers into his ear. Is that my name? Who am I? Who are these people? What the heck is going on?!
