Author's Note: This is my second Fan Fiction, based off of the TV show Alias. I would really appreciate it if you'd comment on it, and tell me how it's going. I hope it flows alright, and for those of you who remember this (it's from Season 1, Episode 7, "Color Blind"), tell me if this makes sense based off of that Episode. Thanks! ☻
Chapter One - Awakening
A rough voice brought me haltingly back to consciousness. As I struggled to motivate myself to awake, I realized that I had no clue where I was or what I was doing. The questions rang through my head over and over…Where am I? What am I doing here? until my mind was fully functional again. While my mind was processing the questions, turning them over and over in my head, attempting to find an answer, my physical body attempted to regain mobility and consciousness, although I wasn't sure whether I had been asleep, knocked out, or simply spacing out. It was an odd feeling, but I gave it no thought. Instead, I returned to the problem at hand. This room.
As I sat there contemplating the mysteries of this strange room – dark, cramped, and filled with various computer monitors, and a lot of other technological devices I wasn't familiar with – the voice reminded me of its presence.
"Shepard…Martin Shepard…" the voice called again, in the same rough tone, cold and heartless. Much like the room that I was in.
I turned to face the voice, surprised to see a man. He was an older man, perhaps in his 60s or 70s – I couldn't quite tell – and seemed familiar but I couldn't quite place him. He smiled, if you could call it a smile, and then proceeded to place small, round button-like things on my forehead. The button-things were connected to some kind of wires, which were then connected to one of the computer monitors. Gosh, my brain was starting to hurt, just by thinking about all the stuff I was connected to.
"Well, this is it, Shepard. Your big test. Now, for a few questions." The man said, his voice slicing through the air like a blade. A blade? Why was I comparing a strange man's voice to a blade, when I was in a room with him, connected to all sorts of wires and cables, about to be asked questions by this man for all I knew could be a serial killer. And there I was, making connections between this man and blades and killers. Way to be optomistic about the situation, I thought.
Author's Note: I know, two notes in one chapter. But it's the first chapter, so I'm entitled to two, I suppose. Sorry it's a bit short (or, at least it seems a bit short to me). What do you think of it? It's a bit confusing right now, but hopefully it'll make more sense as I continue writing this story. Thanks for READing AND REVIEWing.