Author Notes: This is a revision of my original story Lost Friend Found. I have rewritten it because I no longer had any ideas as to how the story was supposes to continue, also for the reason that other ideas that just can't be fitted into the original story had formed in my mind. In this version, names will be changed; plot is changed, although the theme is going to stay the same. Also, it's vital to pay attention to the dates, time, and place in which each event takes place as I have a habit of shifting time and place often. I hope the loyal fans of my last story will not be disappointed with this one. Please do review and tell me what you think. Stander Disclaimer Apply.
"I'm lost. Lost in this world, Lost in this life, Lost in myself." --Silver Wing
Chapter I: Darkness
Mar. 22, AC 195
1900
Location unknown
...Beep... Beep... Beep...
My eyes snapped open while my body stayed motionless on the bed-my left arm serving as a make-shaft pillow under my head as my other forelimb lie carelessly beside my out stretched legs. A pair of eyes reached through the darkness of my room and into my thoughts that shivered at the revelation, revealing two orbs the identical color as my surroundings... coal black and vacant. Slowly sitting up, I scanned the room with narrowed eyes, hunting for the source of my disturbance.
My search rested at the laptop currently sitting on the bed to my right, and staring at it with annoyance, I gave out a soft groan of frustration. Having no choice, I turned my attention to the machine, pushing sleep to the back of my mind, and shifting on the mattress in order to confront the object of my aggravation, I silently performed what I have already became accustomed to as my fingers flowed like water over the keyboard--sufficiently decrypting the incoming message.
"Mission:
Reims Base, 32 E 6 N. Search and destroy.
- Dr. J"
Should be easy enough. Mission accepted.
Erasing any trace of the message from my computer, the laptop was put to sleep once again as the eerie lights fabricated by the computer, the only source of light in the whole room, died. The darkness returned, cloaking my room in its comforting embrace, taking me along for the ride.
Taking the computer, I got off the cot I called "bed" and walked across the cubicle to the marginal desk resting against the wall. Placing the instrument on top of the furniture, I traveled back to my deserted mattress and sat on it wearily with my head in my hands, the apartment now bathed in an utter stillness.
The silence and gloom wore on while I stayed motionless, broken only when I started to run my fingers through my waist-long black hair in an attempt to extricate and smooth such tresses from the frenzied heap they found in a chaotic recline as I slept. Without effort, I tied the strands into a massy braid, only to realize that I had nothing to fasten them with, and finally giving up, my hands went to my temples instead--another attempt to massage out some of the tension and stress... that too ending in vain.
Exhausted to the core without an ounce of energy, I slowly leaned back until my inclination lie flat against the uncomfortable sheets, and releasing a contented sigh, I closed my eyes, feeling light headed.
Another mission. Tomorrow... I'll complete it tomorrow. But right now…right now I need some much-needed rest. With that last thought, I drifted into a deep slumber, one plagued by nightmares of the past.
To be Continued...