Author's note:
When I finished watching "The Climb", I needed – like many others – an immediate continuation. So the minute the episode concluded, I began writing this. Enjoy!
Chapter 1 - Awakening
Everything was white and cold. Then there was pain; loads of it. The smell of blood followed suit. A push and the sensation of falling. A collision and even more pain as the world turned black...
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The man's eyes snapped open. The room spun uncontrollably for a moment before steadying slightly, stabilizing just enough for the man to briefly scan his vivid surroundings. Laying on his back on a cold hard surface, the first thing which came into focus was the uneven rocky roof, very much resembling that of a cave. Somewhere nearby he could hear dripping water. His nostrils detected smoke and in the corner of his eyes he spotted a burning torch. A shadow passed swiftly in front of the illuminating source, but vanished out of sight just as fast as it came.
Feeling soar and stiff, the man carefully tried to move, but he stopped himself as a sharp pain made itself known in his abdomen. A hissing gasp escaped his lips as his hands found the spot that ached the most. His fingers discovered fabric tightly wrapped around his middle section. Glancing down he saw it was bandages. He wore no shirt - strangely enough wholly comfortable with that - and could therefore stunned take notice of the great number of scars and tattoos covering most parts of his upper torso, which he could presently see. His thoughts were interrupted however by the presence of someone nearby.
"Don't rush it... You'll reopen your wounds."
Turning his head in the direction of the sound, he couldn't find the source of the statement, but the female voice echoing throughout the caverns was still vaguely familiar. The young man frustratingly had to accept that he couldn't place it however.
When he allowed himself to think about it... he couldn't remember much at all!
Had he been in some sort of accident? Had he been mugged? Had someone tried to murder him? What was the thing with all the scars? Did the tattoos mean something? How did he get here? Where was here? How long had he been out? How, where, why, who, when, what and every other interrogative in existence spun around in his mind; only creating billions of more questions than answers.
But there was one specific piece of knowledge which frightened him the most – or to be more precise – the lack of it.
With panic reflecting slightly in his eyes he lifted his hand to eyelevel and studied it with great care. Running it through the little hair he possessed, he asked – out loud – the question he never thought he would have to ask himself.
"Who... Who am I...?"
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