"Father, I think he's coming around!"
Where am I? What is this place?
Heavy footsteps sounded closer and closer, the boots clamping onto the wooden floorboard.
Who . Riff! Where's Riff?
"You say he's coming around, boy?"
Whose voice . is that?
"Father, I swear I saw him move his little finger!"
Are they talking about me?
"Maybe then he could tell us who he is."
Who am I?
Cain opened his eyes slowly. At first, all he saw was a strange swirl of colors, which slowly settled itself down to two faces and the wooden ceiling.
"Father! He's awake!" The boy was saying.
A slight groan came out of Cain's mouth. He tried to speak, but the world became unfocused again, so he closed his eyes.
"Don't try to move, boy." The older man said, putting a hand onto Cain's forehead. "You've got three broken ribs and a broken leg, not to mention a huge wound on your head. You got trapped in the ruins."
Ruins? . The building collapsing . the dark skinned girl . father . Riff!
"Riff!" Cain shouted, as he tried to sit up. The pain was so intense it made him scream, and lie back down.
"Told you not to try to sit up, you are pretty badly wounded." The old man said gruffly. The little boy had backed away when he screamed. "Well now, since you can speak, who are you?"
Who am I? "I . don't know ."
"I might have thought as much." The old man replied. "Your head was badly bruised by a large falling rock, I would not be surprised that your memory is unclear."
Memory loss? That's impossible . Riff!
"Oh, and who is this Riff you kept on mentioning?" The boy asked curiously.
"What do you remember, boy? Quickly, before all of your memory gets destroyed!"
"The building, collapsing ." Cain said with strain. The more he tried to remember, the more his head hurts. " Father . my father is dead . Delilah ." Then, his head felt as if it might burst. All of his brain was filled with one memory, one name. "RIFF! AAAH!"
The pain made Cain roll off the bed, as he landed on his broken leg, he fell into darkness.
* * *
"Cain!"
Who is that? Cain?
"Wake up!" Some hot water dropped onto his face. Tears?
"Cain!!"
"Get off him, Meriwether! It's not helping him at all!"
The small hands grasped onto his coat. They were tearing at it, they won't let go.
It hurts! Stop it!
Where am I? What is this place?
Heavy footsteps sounded closer and closer, the boots clamping onto the wooden floorboard.
Who . Riff! Where's Riff?
"You say he's coming around, boy?"
Whose voice . is that?
"Father, I swear I saw him move his little finger!"
Are they talking about me?
"Maybe then he could tell us who he is."
Who am I?
Cain opened his eyes slowly. At first, all he saw was a strange swirl of colors, which slowly settled itself down to two faces and the wooden ceiling.
"Father! He's awake!" The boy was saying.
A slight groan came out of Cain's mouth. He tried to speak, but the world became unfocused again, so he closed his eyes.
"Don't try to move, boy." The older man said, putting a hand onto Cain's forehead. "You've got three broken ribs and a broken leg, not to mention a huge wound on your head. You got trapped in the ruins."
Ruins? . The building collapsing . the dark skinned girl . father . Riff!
"Riff!" Cain shouted, as he tried to sit up. The pain was so intense it made him scream, and lie back down.
"Told you not to try to sit up, you are pretty badly wounded." The old man said gruffly. The little boy had backed away when he screamed. "Well now, since you can speak, who are you?"
Who am I? "I . don't know ."
"I might have thought as much." The old man replied. "Your head was badly bruised by a large falling rock, I would not be surprised that your memory is unclear."
Memory loss? That's impossible . Riff!
"Oh, and who is this Riff you kept on mentioning?" The boy asked curiously.
"What do you remember, boy? Quickly, before all of your memory gets destroyed!"
"The building, collapsing ." Cain said with strain. The more he tried to remember, the more his head hurts. " Father . my father is dead . Delilah ." Then, his head felt as if it might burst. All of his brain was filled with one memory, one name. "RIFF! AAAH!"
The pain made Cain roll off the bed, as he landed on his broken leg, he fell into darkness.
* * *
"Cain!"
Who is that? Cain?
"Wake up!" Some hot water dropped onto his face. Tears?
"Cain!!"
"Get off him, Meriwether! It's not helping him at all!"
The small hands grasped onto his coat. They were tearing at it, they won't let go.
It hurts! Stop it!