AN: HI I'M SORRY! I'm still working on this! It will be done! This is kind of just a filler for you guys. I think I could upload more frequently if I wrote smaller chapters so that's what I'm gonna do. So.. Enjoy the story and remember: Don't hunt down the authors who have writer's block!
A figure in a tinted coat stood before you, he turned but, you couldn't quite see his face, this memory was too fuzzy for your liking. As more memories flooded through you, each even fuzzier than the last, you opened your eyes to pitch darkness. A pained groan escaped your lips as you left your memories, and pain replaced the numbness.
"Is anyone... uh... There?" you called, unsure if that's what you should actually do. The world slowly faded back into view from the middle of your vision outward but everything remained grey for some reason. With even more uncertainty you sat up feeling you're head spin dramatically, resulting in you arm trembling before leaving you to fall back into the cot.
You chanced a glance around the room which seemed so familiar yet so wrong at the same time. It gave you a feeling of safety, and insecurity. It was increasingly conflicting, so much that something in your head started pounding, forcing your eyes closed.
Footsteps immediately caught your attention. They were familiar; quick and brisk. They stopped outside the doors, and you briefly wondered who it was. You knew him, but you couldn't quite put a finger on it. The door opened with an agonizing creak that lasted longer than it should have. It left your ears ringing and the footsteps approaching your bedside didn't help.
You couldn't hear the voice beside you clearly, but you could tell it was someone you knew, some one incredibly familiar, but you just couldn't remember who it was.
A second set of foot falls, much more merciful than the last ones joined the ones beside your bed. You still couldn't force your eyes open, or tell them to stop talking, as you body just wouldn't follow commands.
Soon the two people left, leaving you in to dwell in your own mind. A few things occurred to you. What was your name? The question hit you like a freight train at full speed. And a memory engulfed you. Decoy. That was it. But it still felt like you were missing something.
You started asking your self many more questions. They buzzed in a swarm similar to angry bees. Noisy, unrelenting, and those feelings worsened when memories flashed by, incredibly fuzzy incomplete memories. And those led to more questions, increasing the swarm. It was a torturous cycle, that only worsened by the minute, making seconds feel like hours, until eventually, it stopped leaving you in a fitful, sleep void of anything. Including rest.
AN: Review please! Oh and if any one reading this likes Assassin's Creed, I'm gonna start working on a story there too. But I'm kind of torn between plot ideas so if you maybe want to borrow one or vote on which one I should write I'd be happy to know! The pilot chapter should be up in a few hours. :3