Chapter 1: I'll use a lock that has no key…
His writing sloppy, but if anyone could read this he could. Hopefully, knowing he wouldn't remember anything soon enough. His hands were shaking and covered… covered with blood. The same blood of the only person who… how could he have BEEN SO STUPID! HE LET ALEXANDER CONTROL HIM! IF ONLY HAD HAD LISTENED TO THE GODDAMN PLEADINGS THOSE DAMNED WARNINGS THAT HAD PLAGUED HIS THOUGHTS FOR MONTHS! HE HAD BEEN… he had been. Such a blind fool and the recently fresh blood that had stained his clothes and skin was now turning a rusty brown. The owners scent long gone. He grabbed the bottle looking over his letter one last time without truly reading his mind still fresh with the memory of what he had written.
19th of August 1839
I wish I could ask how much you remember. I don't know how much will be left after I consume this drink.
He took a tentative sip and was unsurprised by the taste of bitter medicine and slight tang of metal different from the taste of blood or silver but a definite metal. He let his final and most precious memories slip through the forefront of his mind his family, his colleagues… and his friend. His one true friend… he truly was foolish.
Don't be afraid Daniel. I can't tell you why, but know this, I choose to forget. Try and find comfort and strength in that fact. There is a purpose. You are my final effort to put things right.
Pain slipped through his mind as sweet, sweet recollection clouded his vision. His hand gripped the bottle and he knew soon his sweet, sweet companion would not only be gone… but truly gone. Lost in such saddening thoughts he brought the bottle up to his lips recalling the last words they spoke to each other. "There is peace in forgetting, you can leave anytime and have no ties to this place. There is peace." He tilted the bottle in front of his lips as the once bitter medicine was left tasteless like air but felt with cool recollection.
He sat at his chair for only a moment before the strange sensations hit his already fragile mind. He could still see a face a smooth complexion with normal human impurities not to be disgusted at. Circles from little sleep, small freckles from days in the hot dessert sun none of them grotesque but a comfort and warmth that reminded him of days outside Brennenburg, days soon to be forgotten.
God willing the name Alexander Brennenburg still invokes bitter anger in you. If not, this will sound horrible.
It hit him suddenly as the door swung open and all the lights in the room went black. OH GOD! He ran out of the room bottle still in hand leaving shimmering piles of metaphorical bread crumbs in his absence. His old fear, Nyctophobia, had come to plague him until he could find light sweeping through the glass as he jumped over rubble and debris trying to steady his sanity in this loving glow. He would not succumb to the dark, never let it envelope him or take over, NEVER!
He looked outside and saw as large trees, pines that when he had first come to Brennenburg had made his mouth open in awe. His heart thumped in his chest causing his blood to rush as he could feel a new height to the serum he had ingested take new heights. Soon his vision was blurring as the walls began to sway and move rocking back and forth in a slow and seamless motion. He felt something, some thing, in his mind pool from the front of his brain and slowly envelope his head as he… he had begun to make his way down the corridors not knowing where he was going. His mouth was becoming numb, so he began mumbling. Whatever he remembered he said, Brennenburg, Daniel, Mayfair. It all began to come undone as he things collapsed around him: Daniel, Brennenurg, Mayfair, Daniel, Mayfair, Daniel… where was he again.
"My name is Daniel I live in London at… at… Mayfair… What have I done? This is crazy. Don't forget, don't forget. I must stop him. Focus!" His mind began drawing blanks as his vision began to dark, no, no, NO! Not the dark!
"My name is, My name is…" The world around him began to dance for him as he found himself in front of another window, another light, so blue… "I am Daniel."
When the it hit him he felt no more pain, no more guilt, like being born in a sense of being naïve… but knowing your not completely helpless just clueless. And he had left so many clues, but none of his "friend" none of her. The sin he could never seeing himself forget before, she would forever be forgotten by a murderer like him, a murderer.
Go to the Inner Sanctum, find Alexander of Brennenburg and kill him. His body is old and weak and yours, young and strong. He will be no match for you. Redeem us both Daniel. Descend into the darkness where Alexander waits and murder him.
Your former self,
Daniel