Amnesia Chapter 1

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I opened my eyes, pain racking my entire body. My vision blurry, I looked around and saw stone walls, and that I was lying on a blanket. Other than that all I saw was a huge iron door. I can't remember. Why can't I remember? Anything, everything!? My own name…

The door creaked slowly open, revealing a striking man, probably in his mid-30s. He had curly dark hair that went a little past his chin, and beautiful golden eyes, like sand in a desert. "Get up." His velvety voice said. "Who are you? Who am I?" I asked, ignoring his command. He came over to me, took my arm roughly, and said yet again "Get up!" He opened the door and we walked into a hallway that had beautifully wooded floors and paintings every 5 paces.

After a long walk down the hallway we took a right into a dining room. The wonderful smell of grilled meat came wafting through a door at the far side of the room. A man dressed in all white was sitting at a table in the middle of the room, eating, sure enough, a steak.

The man waved us over and we walked and the man gestured for me to sit. After I did, I took in this mysterious person. Wearing a white two piece suit, he had short blonde hair and a scar running down his left cheek, starting at the bottom of his beautiful baby blues, and ending at his jaw-line.

"So," he said "you think you can trick me." He looked at me expecting an answer. "Wh-What are you talking about?" I asked him. Impatience clouded his eyes. "That you are a hired killer, here to kill me!" he said saying each word slowly, and getting louder on each word. "What are you talking about? I don't know what's going on! Who are you? Who am I?" I said panic rising in my chest. Anger clear on his face he said "I will give you one more chance, Ms. Snow. Who hired you? Why?" I feared for myself then. What is he talking about? Speaking carefully, I said "I don't know!" After looking at me for a moment he waved to his guard. "Alright. Natalia Snow, it was nice to meet you." I felt the cold steel of a gun barrel at the back of my head. He rose from his seat and said "Goodbye." The guard tensed as if thinking then in the mirror at my side I saw him put his finger on the trigger. I flinched on instinct. Then something different came about me. I swung around graceful as I took the gun from the guard's hand and shot him twice in the head. Gore splattered the wall behind where I used to be sitting. His body dropped limply to the ground. Then swinging around, I faced the man in white. "I think not. I think I will say goodbye." Then pulling the trigger, I sent the spinning bullet into the middle of his forehead. His head snapped back, blood seeping from his wound. His suit was painted red.

Horrified I threw the gun away. What have I done?