As per usual JSR does NOT belong to me. Please don't sue. Disk, Talluah, N1k, Noisetank13's characters, and all the other Fan Fiction references I make in here belong to their appropriate authors. Who are far far superior writers than me. Please don't 10 tag me guys. I'm doing this for fun and to bring in my own guy.
WARNING!: If you've seen the movie memento or one of those backwards movies or the backwards episode on Seinfeild this will make a little more sense.
Memories on walls.
By Echo Garrote.
"BEAT!! DON'T!" Mew cried out. Heh…how many times had I said I love you to her?
Beat just looked at me through the cracked and shattered goggles on his face. Heh. I bet him and I are the only two people who know his real eye color now. He raises the gun that he took off Onishima and looks at me. Lying there on the foundry catwalk both legs broken.
"May you, and your fucking memories rot in hell." Beat says his hand shaking, I know he doesn't want to do it. He will though, this is how it ends I guess.
"See you tomorrow Beat." I say.
"Like hell." He pulls the trigger and turns his head away.
The bullet enters my brain and I die instantly.
Better luck tomorrow I guess
The alarm goes off next to my bed on a nightstand. 'Let Mom Sleep' blares through my room. Ugh oh God! Do people listen to this stuff? Do I listen to this stuff? Do I LIKE this stuff? …How come I don't know? 3 am? Christ! Why did I set my alarm for 3 am in the damn morning? Ok, let's asses the situation, you are…David? NO. David is wrong, but it's right, but I mean…it's my name but it's not my real name. What's my real name? Why don't I know that? Wait, what's that on my desk. A red three ring binder…stuff written in my handwriting. Too creepy. Well this looks important.
MEMORIES
For and by
Echo Garrote
Echo? Is that my name? Sounds like a rudie name. Hold on. Do I even know what a rudie is? Ummm, street kid, graffiti vandals, no good run-aways that need therapy. There are a bunch of different gangs and I think I can name them all. It's cool for kids in school to do so.
Hold on I was a rudie?
Then how come I don't remember?
And why am I in a home and in school?
Sleep. The dark, warm, silence that mocks and invites death. The healer of the body and stealer of memories. So I was a poet? Poets do make that kind of melodramatic prose comparing everything to death. On the morning of my 4th 16th birthday I knew there was something wrong. 4th 16th? That would make be 20…unless today is my birthday too then I'm 21. Unless…no, no nothing makes sense. Ok, enough of the melodrama. Here are the basic facts; your real name is Echo Garrote. You're a rudie; you don't belong to a gang. You are probably the only one who will remember the major events of yesterday. This is due to a spell that's been cast on Tokyo-to. It has to do with the 'construction accident' on Rokkaku tower. Construction accident? Spell? This is sheer lunacy. Am I insane? Am I a schizophrenic? Do I have an insane secondary personality? I can't write any more here. Why not? Is my life that dangerous? Did I do something? Did I see something?
Just remember this if nothing else. Your name is Echo. You are a Rudie. This is your tag. A graffiti tag was drawn on the next page. It was very basic. Just a green solid circle with two semi circles on the right side of the circle, one after another. Just looking at that tag tugged at my memory. That was my tag. That was "Echo form." The name rolled off my lips and like a hammer hitting my brain I remembered where my rudie outfit and skates were hidden. In the closet, inside the board games 'Clue' and 'Girl Talk'. Why would I have those stupid games in my room…wait…The Clue is Girl Talk. The Love Shockers!
As I shimmied down the tree to get out of my room into the cool night air of Shibuya, I saw something. E+M in a heart. Did the E stand for Echo? If it did who was M? Did I used to love someone? I shook it free of my head as I pulled on my rudie outfit: A insane get up that looked like a blue speed skater's uniform that was cut up then sown back together with elements of uniforms from the Noise Tanks, Poison Jam, The Immortals, and all the other gangs there were, even the all girl gangs and golden rhinos. No GG stuff though. How do I know that? It looked like a patchwork nightmare. But it was mine, and now I have to visit the ladies in red.