I watched this movie for the umpteenth time a few weeks ago. Difference is I watched it with my sister, by the end of the movie she told me to write a story for it and here we are...

Phase Null: Prelude or Prologue? Whatever...

"Are you certain you want to do this, Mister...?" The man, Mr. Sen (or something) pauses, waiting for my name. The Indian man has reason to doubt my resolve. There's no way he couldn't have noticed how much my hands were shaking when I handed him the money for this Wipe, even if he was in his late fifties. Making a tight fist I try to concentrate on something else. The dusty room had ancient garba- 'antiques' all over the place. For the first time in my life the knowledge that I was force fed at that damned place comes in handy, telling me it's East Indian origin. I even tried to focus on the smell of ritualistic incense to clear my head, though it was to no amends.

I still knew how nervous I was. I feel like I'm about to throw up. "Just call me Damian." I answer. "And yeah, I want to forget all of it."

"You do realize there's a chance that you'll lose everything, right. Your name, your friends, you're asking me to take the good and the bad." He says once again trying to deter me. If not for the fact that this place has signs that say 'no refunds' in every room I'd wonder how they stay in business.

"Good? What're you kidding? Let me explain to you why I want this." I said, now realizing that the person who recommended this guy to me was lying when he said this Mr. Sen was no questions asked. I took up a grin. "But I'll warn you... It's pretty stupid."

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When I was six I was told that I had lost all of my memories in some car accident. An accident that caused the death of my parents. After that all I had was my ten-year old sister. She would always take care of me and unlike everyone else she was never trying to force me to remember things. She was even able to convince her friend to let us stay at her parents' house, sparring us from the separation an orphanage would've provided. Grateful as I was to stay in that house I couldn't help but feel like something was missing.

One day my urge to find out what that was got stronger. At the age of nine, I had tried to set off and find whatever it was I was looking for. However, I was just a stupid kid. I barely made it two blocks away before I chased back home by a German Shepherd. I didn't even notice it had bitten me in my fear until my sister came shouting to her friend to get bandages. I looked at the wound and my legs got weak from blood loss. My sister put her hands on my leg stopping to stop the bleeding.

That somehow made leg hurt more before the pain went away completely. The wound had closed before her friend had gotten back with the bandages. At that time I didn't know about Psychics, we all thought it was a superpower. We had all agreed never to speak of it but apparently that didn't include the girl who had been letting us use her house. She had gone to school and told people that either I was immortal or that my thirteen year old sister was a witch. It didn't matter though, eventually people started talking.

Then people came. Waving guns around they came into the house. We were raised to trust police but the way these guys broke in was frightening. My sister and her friend managed to run out of the house before I could and I was shot. I was expecting to die, on the floor watching as my sister's friend pulled her away from the houses. I didn't know what happened to her after that. And as I began to assume they'd get her two I hoped I'd die. Unfortunately I didn't. They had tranquilized me and dragged me out as they burned the house to the ground.

When I woke up I was in a white room with other kids, all varying in age, race some of them speaking other languages. The oldest of us being a boy who looked about fourteen. One by one a doctor and an armored man with a gun would pull us out of the room. As more of us were called out without any of us ever returning we became more aggressive, kicking and screaming against them to no avail. The last of us was a girl who looked about my age, the teenager and myself. I won't lie, I was afraid but what could you expect, we never knew who would be next. They walked in again, calling for the oldest of us. He seemed oddly unafraid and whispered only one thing, telling us to cover our ears. Confused I only looked around seeing the little girl had covered he ears while I just watched the boy.

He opened his mouth and his eyes dilated, thinning to look like that of a snake. I heard the doctor shout "A Bleeder!" then before I knew it I was on the floor. I was wailing in pain though my scream was easily over powered by the boys. Until I saw a flash and crimson splashed onto my shirt. They had shot him and this time there was no dart to be found. The doctor covered his ears to stop what I guessed to be the same ringing I was hearing. Then he scolded his partner for killing something so valuable. The solider ignored the doctor and ordered me up next.

I was in shock so I didn't understand him. The only things running through my mind were What are these people? and Why me? I looked at my hand and saw they were covered in blood from my ears. The guard called out to me again, I heard him this time and wished I could do the same thing the dead teen had done. I stand and tighten my fist hoping for a miracle, before I was pulled away. After that I never saw any of them again, but I still remember exactly what the girl said. "Don't cry. You'll be out soon, then you can come get me."

The reason I remember it so well is because I remember my response. As the pair pulled me from the room I wiped my eyes and yelled. "I wasn't crying!"

They took me to another all white room where there was nothing but three chairs, a table (all screwed to the floor) and a camera in the upper right corner. I was alone only momentarily before two doctors and a guard had walked. The doctors were exchanging folders and speaking of parents I can't even remember, saying that they were some of Division's agents themselves, away in some place I'd never heard of. With no clue on what that meant the only thing I took away from that was that my parents were still alive. Before I could read in to it enough one of the doctors grabbed my arm while another took a syringe out. They took my blood for some kind of Psychic test.

They locked me in a room for a day then came back and gave me a white shirt with the word 'Mover' printed across the front. After that the experiments started. I was given a few small items and told to move them, without touching them. I didn't understand what they meant, which was half of why no matter how much they electrocuted me I couldn't do it. However, that didn't stop them from doing it for the rest of that year and another full year.

They tortured me while also trying to convince me to join their organization. I was a dumb kid but not that dumb. I agreed to join them pretending that it was to escape the pain, but it was really so I could eventually take revenge. Since I was joining them, they felt it important that I had more than a primary school education. I was taught a lot of pointless things, and when I wasn't being taught I was being trained. (Unsuccessful) Moving and shooting. Everyday I promised to make them regret the things they did.

One day after being shocked due to yet another failed Moving practice; the kind guards of this loving facility threw my unconscious body into what had become my room. For a while I stayed where I landed and wondered about my sister and what she might've known about our parents. I gave up on that soon enough. And when I opened my eyes I came to wonder about this place even more. There had been words carved into the floor below me, 'You're not crying are you? I already told you you'd be out soon. -Liz' It was easy to guess who Liz was, the last person in that room. I didn't know how she had gotten in here but at least I could guess that she was what the doctors called a Watcher. Luckily, my guess was right because if she had been wrong or joking I probably would've died that day.

Within a half-hour of wondering how soon 'soon' was a doctor walked in, carrying a syringe full of a black liquid. I knew what it was. I listened to every conversation I could hear, trying to find the secrets of this place. The thing most often talked about was the deaths of patients, due to test of a drug that very few people live through, none of which in my facility. I couldn't let them inject me with something like that. In an instinctive rush I grabbed the doctor and the syringe. I put the needle to the doctor's neck. At first I thought the doctor was important which explained which would've explained why I wasn't shot. I was even able to trick the guard into giving me his gun when I threatened to Move him though the ceiling. But now I know it wasn't the doctor, but the drug he was protecting.

I picked up the gun and the moment I felt comfortable shooting I made my move. I through the syringe and pushed the doctor. I then shot at the guard but though I couldn't bring myself to aim for a kill. Before I knew it there were more guards and I was falling to the floor.

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"And now here I am, twenty years old with about two 'friends'. To put it simply my life sucks." I explain as blatantly as possible. The fact that it's been ten years since then and I still remember all of that is exactly what I want to end. "That's why I want to forget it. So I can start over."

Taking in my story the man had no more questions. "...I see. Seeing as how you have already pain me I shall accommodate you." He agrees. As he extends his hands out to the side of my head I recall the motto I had been living since I got away from division.

"Life is and will end as a tragic comedy. Just make sure the final act shows some Knightmare class." I repeat while his fingers reach the sides of my head. Taking the words to heart I raise a hand, pointing to the ceiling with two fingers making my hand look similar to a gun. Division. Go fuck yourself.

I don't know what I was expecting the Wipe to feel like but when he started it felt like a static shock. Painful in its surprise but ending just as quickly. However I still remember everything. He hasn't stopped, he was interrupted.

The sliding door of the room slid open and woman in wearing a bloodstained white dress shirt with a tie wrapped around the wound, black slacks and mud covered dress shoes limped into the room. "So you're the one... who abandoned... Eliza." She claims through heavy breathing before dropping to the floor.

Well... That probably didn't go as smoothly as Damian had hoped.
Its my moms birthday today! I've been trying to get her to read my stories forever... she still hasn't.