Author's Note: This is a story I started about a year ago and decided to post it up here. Will appreciate any advice or support. And please remember to review.
And I know that it starts out a little slow, but it gets better I promise.
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I walk, I didn't know where I was going but I knew that I had to walk. I didn't know why I knew I had to, I just knew. Walking, walking, walking, that's all I seem to know how to do. So I walk.
As the days went by I started to be able to make sounds. I still couldn't make words but I could make grunting noises like an animal. I realized I could walk and run on all fours if I wanted to so I could catch food faster. I started hunting with wolves that seemed to accept me. I thought I should find it strange to be able to do this but it just came natural so I didn't question it.
After one week I could say the alphabet. After another week I was able to fully speak. But try as I might I couldn't think of my name. Just what was that name…
…Danny…
"Whoa where did that come from?" I wonder. "Huh, is that my name? It sounds familiar." I look around and notice I've been walking around in circles along a one mile path. "Wow, I must have really been out of it. I wonder how I got here. And why am I suddenly… intelligent. If I remember correctly, I could walk on all fours and was hunting with wolves." I get down on all fours and run around with ease. "Huh I guess I still can." I stand back up and look around again and see I'm in a desert. "Hrm, I wonder where I am and how do I get home. And it might help to know where home is." I add.
…Pocket…
"What was that?" I turn and see no one. I check my pocket and find a map. "Huh that's strange. Now, how do I find out where I am?" I look down and unfold the map. Surprisingly it was brand new. Looking at the map I see a little 'x' on the map. "I guess that's me. Now where is the closest town?" I look around the map and see I'm no less than 10 miles from Las Vegas. "Ok now things are getting interesting. Too bad I don't have any money. Wait, I bet…" I check my back pocket and find a wallet full of money. "Sweet this is easily three hundred dollars." I look to find anything else. "Darn no ID or any other identification. Come on, don't I even have a library card? O well let's sort some things out."
I sit down and think things through and try and make sense of it all. "Ok so, I've been out here for at least 2 weeks. And what do I know? I know that my name is Danny, and I'm in the desert 10 miles away from Las Vegas. I don't know how I got here, I don't know why I'm out here, and I don't know where I'm from. I can walk and run on four legs as fast as I can on two; actually I'm faster on four. I was walking in a one mile circle for 2 weeks, and I couldn't speak. I remembered how to speak, in an incredible fast time. I already have a map and a wallet full of money, and I bet…" I check my pockets and find a compass. "Yep and a compass, cause it would be hard to find out how to get anywhere without one." Standing back up I look around. "Well I guess I should be going." I get down on all fours. "This way will be faster. I just hope no one sees me." I start running towards Las Vegas with ease, and after 9 miles I'm still not tired. "Man I guess I got some endurance. Just to be safe I think I should walk the last mile. Be kind of weird running into Las Vegas on all fours." I stand up and start walking.
Looking around at all the lights I find myself familiar with the city. "I guess I've been here before. Before I… before whatever happened to me." Looking around I notice a full length mirror. "Wow, now that I think about it I don't even know what I look like." Standing in front of the mirror I look at my reflection.
I was tall, but not too tall, about 6'1" with long black hair that was seriously messed up and clean shaven face. "Weird, I don't remember shaving." I looked to be about 35 years old, but I feel younger. "It's probably my look right now." I had had clear blue eyes… "Whoa what was that?" I ask in astonishment. When I was looking at my eyes they went from a clear blue to a dark and menacing black. But when I look again they were blue again. "It must have been a trick with the light." I told myself.
Looking around to see if anyone had noticed my small little outburst I went back to the mirror. My clothes were rags. Literally, my shirt was more holes than shirt. My pants were only staying on because of my belt. "Ok I need some new clothes."
Walking out of the clothes store with a new plain black t-shirt with loose fitting blue jeans I felt much more comfortable. My hair was now long and straight. So I went out to look around the city some more.
Sticking my hands in my pocket I find a folded piece of paper, unfolding it I find a phone number written on it. "That's weird who put this in my pocket? O well, I guess I should call it." Checking to make sure I don't have a cell phone, which I don't, I look around to find a pay phone. "Ah, there's one. Darn there's a line." I get in line and wait for the people in front of me to finish.
The person in front of me turns and asks, "So what brings you to Vegas?"
"Man I honestly don't know," I answer. As I answered I felt something strange with my eye.
The man didn't say anything but quickly turned around for his turn. But before he turned around I saw fear in his eyes.
Suddenly I had the urge to take his head and ram it into the phone booth and kill him. And hopefully it would kill the person inside as well.
He deserves it…
Taking a step back I try and stop myself because I could feel that I did not have full control of my body.
The man in front of me gets into the phone booth. Sighing I try and calm myself down. When he exits the phone booth I avoid his eyes as I enter the phone booth. "Ok deep breaths." I say to myself. Breathing in and out I calm myself down and look behind me.
"Ok there are no people behind me so I can take my time. Alright so note to self, do not kill people. Man this is weird, I come to myself in the middle of the desert and I can run like a wolf, and when I get to the city I want to kill a guy for no reason. Ok I'll just call this number and see if it helps." I take out the number on the paper and insert a quarter in the machine. I punch in the number and the phone rings.
Phone ringing… "Hello Daniel," A woman's voice answers.
I try and keep the shock out of my voice. "How do you know my name?"
"We know everything about you," She replies.
So there's more than one I thought to myself. "Well then maybe you can help me out, because I don't know anything about me except my name."
"All in good time Daniel, we shall explain everything only when you need to know it."
"I think I have the right to know who I am!" I yell into the phone.
"Actually you don't," The woman replies calmly.
"Wha- What do you mean? Who are you?" I ask.
"You don't need to know that yet, and for the rights question, you signed all of your rights to us, you are ours,"
"What do you-"
"Go to the Bellagio hotel and wait. You will get further instructions there," The woman interrupts.
The phone goes dead and I stare at it then hang it up. "Alright no point in stressing, I'll just go to the hotel and find some answers," I get out of the phone booth and start walking towards the hotel that was not too far away.
When I arrive at the hotel Bellagio I enter through the front and look around. There are a lot of people in the lobby, but nothing to indicate where or who I was supposed to meet.
"May I help you sir?"
I turn around and see the door man. "Yes you can I'm looking for someone."
"That wasn't very smart Daniel you never know who could be asking the question. No, let's not make a bigger mess than you already have," He says with what I believe to be a Russian accent.
He was with the mysterious woman! The second statement is the only thing that kept me from pinning him against the wall. But by his body language I could tell he was some kind of martial arts expert, and I would probably end up against the wall. He didn't look like it, he was pretty scrawny looking, but I know not to judge a book by its cover. And another thing, it was like he knew I was going to attack him before I did, I hadn't even moved a muscle to move toward him and he already told me not to.
"Who are you and what do you want with me?" I ask. "And what do you mean 'a bigger mess than I already have', I haven't done anything," I add.
"I believe you have been told already that you will know what we want you to know, when we want you to know it." He replies calmly.
Trying to keep my cool I answer. "Fine I won't ask anymore, just tell me where to go?"
"Ha-ha, isn't that a question?" Laughing he shook his head. "I'm just kidding, follow me," He says suddenly serious again. He starts walking outside.
Smarty pants. Outside? I think to myself. I thought I was told to come here to meet… whoever I'm here to meet. Oh well my best bet is to follow this guy.
So I follow him. He takes me out the doors and then to the left into the sea of people that come to Vegas. I find myself grinding my teeth when I see the people they just make me so… angry.
"Control yourself we don't want to make a mess out in the middle of the street do we?" The man asks me.
I look at him. So he knows that people make me angry? But why do they? Just who are these people that seem to know everything about me? So I ask him about the crowd, I figure the worst he could say is I don't need to know yet. "So why do these people make me angry anyway?"
"Because you know you're better than them," He says.
"What do you mean?" I ask.
But no matter how I asked him he wouldn't say anymore.
So I walk.
