My head ached horribly as I tilted my head to a side and pressed my eyes shut, even though I still hadn't opened them yet. Seconds later when the pain calmed, I slowly opened my eyes, it took another few seconds for my vision to adjust to the light. Lights lit the ceiling above me and I groaned as my eyes adjusted.
Where am I? I slowly propped myself up on my elbows as I blinked to even brighter light in front of me, once they transfixed too I saw where I was.
A small square room made of glass where I sat on the inside on a bed that looked like one from a hospital and there was a monitor on my right showing the rhythm of my heartbeat and a small table next to it.
"You're finally awake." A voice said from my left, I whipped my head around. On my left seated on a chair was a man with a mask. Its left side was orange with a single black outlined eye hole, while the right is solid black with four parallel holes, two on each side, where his mouth should be. He wore what seemed to be a black body suit that covered his entire body except for his lower torso and forearms, which was gray.
"Who are you?" I demanded.
"A friend." He answered simply, his voice was deep and powerful, and it sent a shiver up my spine.
I searched through my brain but I couldn't remember anything, nothing about anything this room. I knew my name but had no memories of anything else.
"What happened to me?" I asked the sharpness still somewhere in my tone.
"You were in an accident." He answered simply as if that was the most normal and common thing in the whole world. "You fell off a cliff, I caught before fell to your death."
"How come I don't remember that?" I asked myself more than him.
"I believe the impact of the fall damaged your memory." He replied leaning forward slightly with his arms linked together and his elbows on his knees, studying me. "They'll probably return on their own if you give it time."
I had amnesia and I woke up with a mysterious person who calls himself a "friend". I needed to get those memories back to piece together what happened to me, could he really be trusted?
"What do you from me?" I asked looking at him directly, he didn't look like the type of person who'd just saved me to be nice, he had motives.
"I believe we can help each other." He replied leaning back again. "I can help you find your memories; you just need to do a few things for me. Do you think we can do that?"
I considered my options, say no and I'd be stuck alone with amnesia, say yes I'd be with someone who saw what happened to me and he'd help me get my memories back. The choice was obvious, but I didn't really know what I could answer, was he really trustable?
I sighed to myself looked up and nodded, I could feel him smile through behind his mask as he got up and gestured for me to follow.
"Come along." He said. I slipped off the bed and trailed behind him hanging back slightly still thinking whether or not I made the correct decision.
He put his hand towards the pane of the glass and a part of it slipped away revealing a doorway out, he got out the second it did but I stayed behind for a second, taking in my final doubts about this.
He noticed my hesitation and turned, "If you're going to help me, you have too much to learn with so little time, apprentice."
I swallowed the lump in my throat and straightened my back; it was too late to go back.
"How can I be sure you're trust-able?" I asked standing like I knew what I was doing, maybe I was, maybe I wasn't.
He chuckled through the mask and turned, "Let this be your first lesson apprentice," He paused for a second and said, "You don't."
I wanted to raise an eyebrow but couldn't, he was right in a way, I couldn't trust him, he couldn't trust me, but he'd saved me from death. We were both taking risks.
I stepped on the other side of the glass pane trailing behind him, "Of course, um... what do I call you?"
"Slade." He said and I could feel his smile from beneath the mask.