Amnesia: Endings and Beginnings

by musicpassion4life

What happened to Daniel after he killed Alexander? This is Daniel's story assuming he took the ending in which he killed Alexander and lived to tell the tale. I thought I'd make in interesting twist: how do Daniel and Justine's stories collide? Daniel's daughter is Justine's childhood friend Clarice. The years may be a little off. I loved this idea, but the years/ages may be off.

1. Prolouge

Amnesia: Endings and Beginnings

The saga between Dark Descent and Justine

By: Sam Kutska

Prolouge

It took a while for Daniel to realize the scream was his own. It had been several years since his adventure in Brennanberg, where he killed Alexander and ultimately defeated the Shadow. Still, he had nightmares almost every night.

It was now 1840. After Daniel fled Brennanberg, from which he never looked back, he told his stories at local taverns. He would drink and stay at inns often, traveling to find a true purpose in life. Daniel gave up on archeology; after Algeria he just couldn't do it anymore. After telling his stories of the grunts, brutes, and the Shadow one too many times, he was locked in a penitentiary, presumed to be insane. After all, who would believe such a maddening tale?

Naturally, Daniel kept much of his past horrors to himself, mainly that young girl. He could never come to forgive himself for slaughtering her and her mother for their vitae. He often saw her in his nightmares, which he relived like a residual haunting. Those horrible things he had done. But it was the past now. He had redeemed himself. He was a new man. He could still hear the cries on the kidnapper as her shoulders collapsed, the screams of the innocent arsonist, the blood trickling from the rapist he sawed in half.

'Stop it!' he would cry to himself. 'You did not do those things. That bastard Alexander! He tricked you! It's over! You redeemed yourself!'

Did he? Daniel had been out of the penitentiary for a little over a year now. Maybe some horrors you don't forget that easily. Daniel burned his diary years ago. He didn't need it anymore. He had hoped when he fell in love with and married his wife things would change. At first things looked up. They really did. Then she got pregnant. Daniel prayed for a boy. After that little girl he just couldn't raise a daughter of his own.

Of course he had a girl. They named her Clarice. He thought of the bright side. One of his former archeology team members, Herbert, had an acquaintance, Monsieur Florbelle, had a daughter nearby who was now thirteen. Justine was the girl's name. Daniel hoped that Justine would take great interest being a sisterly figure for Clarice. He also hoped for a life of peace and comfort and prayed to God and all the heavens his daughter would never see any of the evils he had seen and that his new family could be happy together.

A couple years after Clarice's birth Daniel and his family moved to France to accompany Monsieur Florbelle. However, Daniel was shocked when he knocked on his door and young Justine answered.

"Is you father available?" Daniel inquired.

"Oh no. I'm afraid he's not," Justine answered.

"Do you know when he'll be back?"

"I'm afraid he won't be back any time soon." The girl giggled sweetly. It was innocent sounding, but sinister at the same time.

"I don't understand," Daniel replied after a beat.

"Papa passed away a couple years ago. It was unexpected, and unfortunate, but the maids are taking care of me. I like them, but I don't think they trust me."

Daniel thought about this for a moment. Justine looked like a sweet, innocent girl. She had to be awfully lonely without any parents all these years.

"How about this, Justine. My wife and I want to get to know France. We have a daughter you could watch over while we're gone. Her name's Clarice, and she's much younger than you, but you could keep each other company."

The idea of a friend lit up Justine's face. Even though Clarice was ten and Justine was twenty-three, the idea of companionship amazed the poor girl.

After Daniel thanked Justine, he was on his way. His daughter was his life and Justine was now a young woman. She surely was responsible enough to care for Clarice.

Justine giggled again after she closed the door. A new friend to have fun with. Who would have thought?

'Yes, I can keep her company,' Justine thought. 'I can provide her with a time she'll never forget.'

The young woman walked to her room, which had a secret door which led to her Cabinet, which she only recently started to construct. Her mouth formed into a smile.