Disclaimer: I don't own DA, so don't sue me. I do however own this story
and anything else I write cause they are my thoughts. Also, this story is
IN NO WAY a rip-off of the Bourne Identity or John Doe.
Author's Note: I've been enjoying all the reviews, so please keep 'em coming! I got plenty of nice reviews, and some not so positive or helpful ones. I have to ask that if you are going to say you hate my story and that it's "boring" and to "get a life", the give me constructive criticism to help. Had a question, so I'll answer it. Yes, Alec lost his memory from the fall. Also, Max is not going to track down Alec, because at this point she doesn't know there's anything wrong. And to my knowledge, after all, I'm just the writer, she won't notice anything for a while because Ben did some research on Alec and will act as him. Also, it's been brought to my attention that I've been getting like 7 reviews. I need 10. So if there are some shy reviewers who are holding back, please don't.
7. Identity Crisis
The grizzly bearded captain stepped forward. "So you don't remember who you are, eh?" he shook his head solemnly. "I'm Jake. My crew and I will take you to our next stop, Vancouver, and let you off. I uh-wish you the best of luck." He walked away and then whispered to one of his men, "Take him to my cabin and get him something to eat."
The cabin was dimly lit by a single lamp hanging from the ceiling. Alec looked out the circular window and stared at the calm sea while waiting for the man to come back with a meal. Why couldn't he remember who he was? It was as if dense fog covered his mind, not permitting him to remember anything. He watched the seagulls fly. Even they had an advantage over him. They knew who they were and where they were going. He sighed and placed his head down on the wooden table.
Moments later the man came back with a plate and a drink. "Here you go...sir." he said not knowing what to call him. "I hope you don't mind, but since we've been out at sea, we haven't been able to replenish our supplies. All we have is fish and water." He set down the plate and cup before walking back up the metal stairs to the deck.
Alec eyed his food. How was he expected to eat something that was staring straight at him with its mouth agape? Disgusted he pushed the plate away.
"I've been waiting for this moment, when we'd finally meet.." an emotionless voice echoed. Alec stood up from chair and looked around the room desperately. That voice? Where was it coming from?
But all that greeted him were shadows and darkness. "You love her don't you?" The voice hissed. Then he noticed it, the fish on the table, still staring at him.
Alec began backing away until he was against the wall. "It's time for you to die..." the voice echoed. Alec's breath came in short and rapid bursts as he began to hyperventilate. He grabbed his head and shrank into a crouching position.
"Nooooooo!!!!!!!!" he yelled. In a flash he saw himself falling. Falling from some high structure, reaching out for someone to save him. His eyes fell upon someone leaning over the rim of the building to watch him with intent brown eyes. He was just about to hit the ground when someone shook him.
"Son. Son, are you alright?" He opened his eyes to see Jake in front of him. He blinked. Embarrassed he stood up.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I just don't like sea food."
The captain eyed him suspiciously. "Alright." He said turning his head slightly to the right and nodding, his eyebrows furrowed together in confusion. "Well I came down here to tell you that we're at Vancouver."
"Thanks." Alec muttered and headed upstairs.
Moments later he was waving good-bye to Jake and his crew. Man was he hungry. He shoved his hand into his now dry jacket and started walking away. Fishes don't talk, he scolded himself. But then, where was that voice coming from? He turned down a dark alley and cursed aloud as a black cat scurried in front of him. "Scat! Shoo! Go away!" he yelled. The felines eyes reflected in the light and flashed yellow, then jumped up on a wooden box and into the window of an old warehouse. "Hey, pretty boy." A gruff voice rumbled. "You can't pass through here unless you pay a toll. Cough up the money." The man ordered as he emerged from the shadows.
"Listen, I'm sorry. Just let me pass." Alec said and walked past the guy.
"Hey boys, why don't we give Pretty Boy the royal treatment?" he called.
Alec shuddered as he heard the laughs around him. At the end of the alley five men were waiting for him, with their arms crossed and feet shoulder width apart. He turned around and came face to face with the first man, holding a wooden board. "I tried to be reasonable." He said and shook his head from side to side. "But you chose to ignore me." He swung the board at Alec, who ducked, easily missing the board. The rest of the men quickly came to help their leader. But Alec easily blocked all their shots and even got a few of his own in. Three down, three to go, Alec thought.
From behind a man placed him in a headlock and then threw him on the ground. He drew out a pocket knife. "Give us the money or I'll have to ruin your pretty face." He growled. Alec spit in his face and the other men pinned him down. The man was just about to slice Alec's cheek when it was kicked out of his hand by a stranger. Alec used the diversion and brought his arms together making the men collide heads with one another, knocking them unconscious.
"You're pretty good there." The man said, extending a hand down to Alec who accepted it and stood up. "My names Christian. "Where'd you learn to fight like that?"
"I wish I knew." Alec said truthfully.
Christian thought on it for a moment. His piercing blue eyes studied Alec's face. Desperately Alec tried to find his name. Who was he? Where did he come from? "It's time for you to die, Alec." The voice echoed again, completing it's sentence.
"Please! Don't kill me!" Alec begged Christian.
Christian shook his curly black hair. "Wasn't going to, mate. What'd you say your name was?"
"Alec..." he said uncertainly, using the name he heard.
A/N: Ok, time for me to see the drastic change in reviews. Please leave me on, ok?
Author's Note: I've been enjoying all the reviews, so please keep 'em coming! I got plenty of nice reviews, and some not so positive or helpful ones. I have to ask that if you are going to say you hate my story and that it's "boring" and to "get a life", the give me constructive criticism to help. Had a question, so I'll answer it. Yes, Alec lost his memory from the fall. Also, Max is not going to track down Alec, because at this point she doesn't know there's anything wrong. And to my knowledge, after all, I'm just the writer, she won't notice anything for a while because Ben did some research on Alec and will act as him. Also, it's been brought to my attention that I've been getting like 7 reviews. I need 10. So if there are some shy reviewers who are holding back, please don't.
7. Identity Crisis
The grizzly bearded captain stepped forward. "So you don't remember who you are, eh?" he shook his head solemnly. "I'm Jake. My crew and I will take you to our next stop, Vancouver, and let you off. I uh-wish you the best of luck." He walked away and then whispered to one of his men, "Take him to my cabin and get him something to eat."
The cabin was dimly lit by a single lamp hanging from the ceiling. Alec looked out the circular window and stared at the calm sea while waiting for the man to come back with a meal. Why couldn't he remember who he was? It was as if dense fog covered his mind, not permitting him to remember anything. He watched the seagulls fly. Even they had an advantage over him. They knew who they were and where they were going. He sighed and placed his head down on the wooden table.
Moments later the man came back with a plate and a drink. "Here you go...sir." he said not knowing what to call him. "I hope you don't mind, but since we've been out at sea, we haven't been able to replenish our supplies. All we have is fish and water." He set down the plate and cup before walking back up the metal stairs to the deck.
Alec eyed his food. How was he expected to eat something that was staring straight at him with its mouth agape? Disgusted he pushed the plate away.
"I've been waiting for this moment, when we'd finally meet.." an emotionless voice echoed. Alec stood up from chair and looked around the room desperately. That voice? Where was it coming from?
But all that greeted him were shadows and darkness. "You love her don't you?" The voice hissed. Then he noticed it, the fish on the table, still staring at him.
Alec began backing away until he was against the wall. "It's time for you to die..." the voice echoed. Alec's breath came in short and rapid bursts as he began to hyperventilate. He grabbed his head and shrank into a crouching position.
"Nooooooo!!!!!!!!" he yelled. In a flash he saw himself falling. Falling from some high structure, reaching out for someone to save him. His eyes fell upon someone leaning over the rim of the building to watch him with intent brown eyes. He was just about to hit the ground when someone shook him.
"Son. Son, are you alright?" He opened his eyes to see Jake in front of him. He blinked. Embarrassed he stood up.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I just don't like sea food."
The captain eyed him suspiciously. "Alright." He said turning his head slightly to the right and nodding, his eyebrows furrowed together in confusion. "Well I came down here to tell you that we're at Vancouver."
"Thanks." Alec muttered and headed upstairs.
Moments later he was waving good-bye to Jake and his crew. Man was he hungry. He shoved his hand into his now dry jacket and started walking away. Fishes don't talk, he scolded himself. But then, where was that voice coming from? He turned down a dark alley and cursed aloud as a black cat scurried in front of him. "Scat! Shoo! Go away!" he yelled. The felines eyes reflected in the light and flashed yellow, then jumped up on a wooden box and into the window of an old warehouse. "Hey, pretty boy." A gruff voice rumbled. "You can't pass through here unless you pay a toll. Cough up the money." The man ordered as he emerged from the shadows.
"Listen, I'm sorry. Just let me pass." Alec said and walked past the guy.
"Hey boys, why don't we give Pretty Boy the royal treatment?" he called.
Alec shuddered as he heard the laughs around him. At the end of the alley five men were waiting for him, with their arms crossed and feet shoulder width apart. He turned around and came face to face with the first man, holding a wooden board. "I tried to be reasonable." He said and shook his head from side to side. "But you chose to ignore me." He swung the board at Alec, who ducked, easily missing the board. The rest of the men quickly came to help their leader. But Alec easily blocked all their shots and even got a few of his own in. Three down, three to go, Alec thought.
From behind a man placed him in a headlock and then threw him on the ground. He drew out a pocket knife. "Give us the money or I'll have to ruin your pretty face." He growled. Alec spit in his face and the other men pinned him down. The man was just about to slice Alec's cheek when it was kicked out of his hand by a stranger. Alec used the diversion and brought his arms together making the men collide heads with one another, knocking them unconscious.
"You're pretty good there." The man said, extending a hand down to Alec who accepted it and stood up. "My names Christian. "Where'd you learn to fight like that?"
"I wish I knew." Alec said truthfully.
Christian thought on it for a moment. His piercing blue eyes studied Alec's face. Desperately Alec tried to find his name. Who was he? Where did he come from? "It's time for you to die, Alec." The voice echoed again, completing it's sentence.
"Please! Don't kill me!" Alec begged Christian.
Christian shook his curly black hair. "Wasn't going to, mate. What'd you say your name was?"
"Alec..." he said uncertainly, using the name he heard.
A/N: Ok, time for me to see the drastic change in reviews. Please leave me on, ok?