Striker… Who is that… Where am I? Am I this Striker person? I can't see… Why… My sight, it's coming back? How? It was just pitch black? Did I just wake up? My sight, it's so blurry… I can't see… It's getting hard to even breath now and I feel weak… What's happening? I hear someone talking… I recognize the voice… Dad? Is that who he is? He's talking about me though… And I don't remember meeting my dad before…
Striker, still a bit fuzzy from the experienced, had a small memory laps. She head her head with her left hand. "Striker? Are you okay?" Nathan was still standing by her. Striker closed her eyes for a moment then opened them. "I don't think soo… But, my memory is coming back…" She was quiet when she said that. "We have to leave."
Striker turned around, and headed to a back door a few feet away from them. "C'mon, no one will find us here. Well, they won't be ale to find me at least. I just came to tell you something. Something that I can't say here." She grabbed Nathans hand and pulled him to the door as she pulled it open.
"Striker?" "What?" "What's going on with you?" Nathan stopped as the door slammed shut behind. "Nothing, okay? I'm just a little worried about something, now, come on, follow me." Striker snapped as she continued down the stairs. She heard Nathan let out a quiet sigh.
"What ever…" Nathan mumbled as he follow her down the stairs. "What were you going to tell me." He asked just as Striker got to the bottom of the stairs, and turned down into a hallway. "Hey, wait up!" Nathan rushed after down the stairs and into the hallway after Striker.
Finally, Striker had stopped in one of the rooms at the end of the hallway. It had looked as though it was a slaughtering room at one point. So much dried blood on the walls and floors. If you looked at it quickly, almost like a a quick glance, the room looked almost brown, but bright, from the florescent lights on the ceiling. Nathan, standing at the doorway, bent over with his hair in his face, and his hands on his knees, he spoke with a serious, but tired voice. "Striker… What is this place…?" She had her back to him still.
"I… Don't know… I just recognize it… I guess I know this place better then most would think…" Her voice was cold, and startling for both Nathan and herself. She looked around and seen a counter with a kitchen in behind it. She hopped up onto the counter and put her hands down at her sides on the counter to brace herself somewhat.
Nathan watched Striker sit down on the counter. He moved over beside her and leaned against it. "Striker…" He spoke softly as he looked over at Striker. He suddenly fell to the floor. His mind went black. All he could do was breath, he couldn't even think.
"Nathan?" Striker jumped down onto the floor and knelt down beside Nathan. "Dammit…" She stood up. "What the hell just happened?" She noticed a window with just a faint shadow that quickly moved away and out of sight. "What in the…?" She ran over to the window, but she couldn't see through it to well. "Damn…"
