Traces of a Forgotten Memory
By: Nurse Rebecca
Disclaimer: hello again. It's everybody's favorite character, Hanako! Well today's story is a little more serious and a little sad. (Blame it on my writer's lack of prozac.) Just kidding....I think. Anyways this story fuscous more on Faye and her life in the past, (thus the title.) and not so much on the other characters, though they ARE in there....somewhere. This story takes place around the time of the last few episodes. I know it doesn't really fit when Faye does get her memories at the end so we're gonna pretend she didn't get her memories back. All right? Good. So none of the characters, things, and other stuff does not belong to me. (Except for, he belongs to me.) So without further babbling, on with the fanfic.
Prologue: Faye walked down the market street, even though it was raining pretty hard, there was still a big crowd. They were too busy trying to buy what they needed and get out of the rain to notice the young woman with her shoulders hunched, lacking a coat or umbrella, make her way down the street to the end of the market area. After a few more elbow bruising minutes, she finally broke though the crowd.
"Finally, I thought I was never going to make it though that crowd." She sighed, running her fingers though her rain soaked hair. "I've never been here before, but for some reason I feel like I need to go down this ally."
The ally was small, dirty, and dingy. Trash and other derbies littered the ground. Closed doors with bare light bulbs that gave off a feeble yellow light, decorated the walls of the buildings. At the end of the ally, in the shadows, a lone fire escape slowly rusted due to lack of use and upkeep.
"Not exactly a friendly ally is it?" Faye smiled. "Well if anything happens, I know how to take care of myself."
Boldly she walked into the ally, her shoes making a loud clicking noise that echoed down the deserted ally. Faye continued walking down the ally, passing the closed doors, only to look at them and keep going. She felt that there was something that she should see, that she needed to see. It was as if this thing was calling to her, and Faye intended to find out what it was. Near the end of the ally, next to the fire escape, there was a small door almost hidden in the gloom. The light bulb above the door was broken and the paint was peeling on the door and frame. She walked up to the door and reached out for the knob. This was it, she knew it. Someone or something was at the other end of this door calling to her. Her fingers were wrapped around the cool, slick metal of the knob. Slowly and almost fearfully, she turned the handle. Slowly she pushed the door open and peered inside. Inside the building was dark and dusty, almost as if no one had been in there for years. Small, round tables were thrown haphazardly around the room; broken chairs littered the peeling, wooden floor. A bar sat against the far wall with a mirror above it, shattered and dusty. From the ceiling hung three large fans that had long ago stopped turning; their blades rusty and bent. Shafts of weak light drifted down to the floor, causing the dust motes to glow slightly.
What is this place? I feel as if I know it from somewhere." She thought, walking into the abandoned bar.
She closed the door behind her, careful not to let it slam shut. There was no way she should know this place; she was on earth right now. Her first time, in fact. Faye walked over to the bar, lightly running her fingers along its dusty surface. Looking at the mirror Faye noticed something that she didn't see from the doorway. She squinted, trying to make out the words on the plaque.
"Can't see it form here." She muttered, placing both hands firmly on the bar.
Carefully she hoisted herself onto her knees to where she was sitting on the bar. She than stood up and reached into the pocket of her shorts and pulled out her lighter. Flipping it open, she than held it close to the plaque. Slowly she read the name, her lips soundlessly moving as her eyes traveled over the dusty surface. Suddenly her mind flooded with images and sound, swirling until they were nothing more than a blur of sound, light, and color. Dazed, Faye dropped the lighter and both hands flew to the sides of her head, in a weak attempt to stop the attack on her brain.
"St-stop....make it stop....someone....." She feebly called out, slowly falling to her knees.
On and on the images swirled inside her head, faster and faster until she finally gave in. Slowly her hands slipped from her face as she slumped forward. She landed face down, her head cradled in her arms.
Near the other end of the bar, by the corner. A smaller door opened. A tall shadow came in. He walked over to Faye's sleeping form.
"She's out cold....." A slightly deep voice muttered.
He than leaned down and carefully lifted her up, cradling her close to his chest. He walked back through the door with ease, carefully shutting it behind him.
Hanako's comment: well what do you think? R&R please! And yes we know its short thatâEs why it's called a Prologue. The first chapter will be longer I promise. ::Camera pans to a view of Hanako's back to revile crossed fingers:: HEY! GET OUT FROM BEHIND THERE! ::screen goes blank::
Disclaimer: hello again. It's everybody's favorite character, Hanako! Well today's story is a little more serious and a little sad. (Blame it on my writer's lack of prozac.) Just kidding....I think. Anyways this story fuscous more on Faye and her life in the past, (thus the title.) and not so much on the other characters, though they ARE in there....somewhere. This story takes place around the time of the last few episodes. I know it doesn't really fit when Faye does get her memories at the end so we're gonna pretend she didn't get her memories back. All right? Good. So none of the characters, things, and other stuff does not belong to me. (Except for, he belongs to me.) So without further babbling, on with the fanfic.
Prologue: Faye walked down the market street, even though it was raining pretty hard, there was still a big crowd. They were too busy trying to buy what they needed and get out of the rain to notice the young woman with her shoulders hunched, lacking a coat or umbrella, make her way down the street to the end of the market area. After a few more elbow bruising minutes, she finally broke though the crowd.
"Finally, I thought I was never going to make it though that crowd." She sighed, running her fingers though her rain soaked hair. "I've never been here before, but for some reason I feel like I need to go down this ally."
The ally was small, dirty, and dingy. Trash and other derbies littered the ground. Closed doors with bare light bulbs that gave off a feeble yellow light, decorated the walls of the buildings. At the end of the ally, in the shadows, a lone fire escape slowly rusted due to lack of use and upkeep.
"Not exactly a friendly ally is it?" Faye smiled. "Well if anything happens, I know how to take care of myself."
Boldly she walked into the ally, her shoes making a loud clicking noise that echoed down the deserted ally. Faye continued walking down the ally, passing the closed doors, only to look at them and keep going. She felt that there was something that she should see, that she needed to see. It was as if this thing was calling to her, and Faye intended to find out what it was. Near the end of the ally, next to the fire escape, there was a small door almost hidden in the gloom. The light bulb above the door was broken and the paint was peeling on the door and frame. She walked up to the door and reached out for the knob. This was it, she knew it. Someone or something was at the other end of this door calling to her. Her fingers were wrapped around the cool, slick metal of the knob. Slowly and almost fearfully, she turned the handle. Slowly she pushed the door open and peered inside. Inside the building was dark and dusty, almost as if no one had been in there for years. Small, round tables were thrown haphazardly around the room; broken chairs littered the peeling, wooden floor. A bar sat against the far wall with a mirror above it, shattered and dusty. From the ceiling hung three large fans that had long ago stopped turning; their blades rusty and bent. Shafts of weak light drifted down to the floor, causing the dust motes to glow slightly.
What is this place? I feel as if I know it from somewhere." She thought, walking into the abandoned bar.
She closed the door behind her, careful not to let it slam shut. There was no way she should know this place; she was on earth right now. Her first time, in fact. Faye walked over to the bar, lightly running her fingers along its dusty surface. Looking at the mirror Faye noticed something that she didn't see from the doorway. She squinted, trying to make out the words on the plaque.
"Can't see it form here." She muttered, placing both hands firmly on the bar.
Carefully she hoisted herself onto her knees to where she was sitting on the bar. She than stood up and reached into the pocket of her shorts and pulled out her lighter. Flipping it open, she than held it close to the plaque. Slowly she read the name, her lips soundlessly moving as her eyes traveled over the dusty surface. Suddenly her mind flooded with images and sound, swirling until they were nothing more than a blur of sound, light, and color. Dazed, Faye dropped the lighter and both hands flew to the sides of her head, in a weak attempt to stop the attack on her brain.
"St-stop....make it stop....someone....." She feebly called out, slowly falling to her knees.
On and on the images swirled inside her head, faster and faster until she finally gave in. Slowly her hands slipped from her face as she slumped forward. She landed face down, her head cradled in her arms.
Near the other end of the bar, by the corner. A smaller door opened. A tall shadow came in. He walked over to Faye's sleeping form.
"She's out cold....." A slightly deep voice muttered.
He than leaned down and carefully lifted her up, cradling her close to his chest. He walked back through the door with ease, carefully shutting it behind him.
Hanako's comment: well what do you think? R&R please! And yes we know its short thatâEs why it's called a Prologue. The first chapter will be longer I promise. ::Camera pans to a view of Hanako's back to revile crossed fingers:: HEY! GET OUT FROM BEHIND THERE! ::screen goes blank::