RG's Disclaimer: I do not own the Yu-Gi-Oh cast (unfortunately), the weird
'Jack' person from Jack in the Box commercials, a decent pair of socks, the
Escaflowne cast, the DBZ cast, the Gundam Wing cast, the cast of CCS (Card
Captor Sakura), a car, laundry detergent, a house, or Seto Kaiba *sniffles*
(Seto's separate because he's my favourite and, no, most of these chars
won't even come close to being in this fic, considering what it's about.)
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Promise You'll Remember: Chapter One-Awakened
He gasped, at least, in his mind he did, it was that dream again. He stood as if he were a figure sitting off to the side, almost as if he were watching a movie of the past. He could see a shadowy form he couldn't make out and knew it was himself. He watched the scene again, as if were a broken record. He knew and could recall every last detail, but it still appeared-what did it mean? The shadowed form seemed to smile and raised its arm in greeting as a young girl turned and noticed him. She smiled as her eyes lit up and she waved at. She ran towards him and was so caught up in her happiness that she didn't see the truck, but he did. Without thinking, the form that was him lunged to save her, but too late. The dark figure stopped, tears falling from the hidden face as he banged his fist on the car, his cries and pleading, although silent, seemed to echo throughout his mind.
After the dream, he was always plunged into darkness, always feeling as if he had been thrown to the freezing depths of an ocean he'd never seen. Always, it would be the same dream and never anything else but dark silence and his own thoughts. Why don't I ever see anything else? And... who exactly am I? Where am I? What is my purpose? I don't seem to even have one. I can't even remember anything but that one horrible scene, or is it my memory? It doesn't matter, anyway. I'm on my own. I don't even know what I look like, what I sound like. I know only that girl, her joy, her happiness, and her cry...
"Doctor, look at this. His mind is going crazy. I think we may finally be reaching him." "That's impossible! We've been trying to get some reaction from him for months! How could he just now be waking?" "I'm sorry, Doctor, but I don't know," the nurse suddenly gasped, "Sir, he's going into convulsions!" 'Then why are you standing around? Drain the tank!" Doctor Khunm, head of project iota epsilon ordered. "Right away, Doctor Khunm, sir," one of the nurses obliged.
Slowly, the liquid in the tank drained away to leave a young boy no older than sixteen lying on his chest, limbs splayed out, on the bottom. A couple near-by assistants gasped and stepped back.
"What?" the doctor cried, "This can't be true! He should be no younger than thirty! Even his vital signs show it!" Doctor Khunm's raving stopped abruptly as the boy took a shuttering breath into his now working lungs and his eyes slowly flickered open. Everyone in the room was holding their breath.
The boy took another, less troubled breath and asked in a hoarse whisper, "Wh, where am I? What am I... doing here...?" Without warning, he collapsed into a fit of coughing. "What are you waiting for? Help him!" the doctor yelled at one of the nurses. She quickly bowed her head as she and a few others ran to the boy's aid. Doctor Khunm smiled slyly as he turned his back. "And now," he told himself, "the real fun begins..."
Ooooh... a cliff-hanger. Very suspenseful. But, don't worry, you'll find out who the boy is and maybe what the doctor's talking about in the next chapter. That is, if I get any reviews. I need at least two to continue. Also, I might do something special for the first one or two people that guess who the boy is. Here's a hint: he's not whom you think. Well, I guess that's it. See ya. ^_^
~ RG
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Promise You'll Remember: Chapter One-Awakened
He gasped, at least, in his mind he did, it was that dream again. He stood as if he were a figure sitting off to the side, almost as if he were watching a movie of the past. He could see a shadowy form he couldn't make out and knew it was himself. He watched the scene again, as if were a broken record. He knew and could recall every last detail, but it still appeared-what did it mean? The shadowed form seemed to smile and raised its arm in greeting as a young girl turned and noticed him. She smiled as her eyes lit up and she waved at. She ran towards him and was so caught up in her happiness that she didn't see the truck, but he did. Without thinking, the form that was him lunged to save her, but too late. The dark figure stopped, tears falling from the hidden face as he banged his fist on the car, his cries and pleading, although silent, seemed to echo throughout his mind.
After the dream, he was always plunged into darkness, always feeling as if he had been thrown to the freezing depths of an ocean he'd never seen. Always, it would be the same dream and never anything else but dark silence and his own thoughts. Why don't I ever see anything else? And... who exactly am I? Where am I? What is my purpose? I don't seem to even have one. I can't even remember anything but that one horrible scene, or is it my memory? It doesn't matter, anyway. I'm on my own. I don't even know what I look like, what I sound like. I know only that girl, her joy, her happiness, and her cry...
"Doctor, look at this. His mind is going crazy. I think we may finally be reaching him." "That's impossible! We've been trying to get some reaction from him for months! How could he just now be waking?" "I'm sorry, Doctor, but I don't know," the nurse suddenly gasped, "Sir, he's going into convulsions!" 'Then why are you standing around? Drain the tank!" Doctor Khunm, head of project iota epsilon ordered. "Right away, Doctor Khunm, sir," one of the nurses obliged.
Slowly, the liquid in the tank drained away to leave a young boy no older than sixteen lying on his chest, limbs splayed out, on the bottom. A couple near-by assistants gasped and stepped back.
"What?" the doctor cried, "This can't be true! He should be no younger than thirty! Even his vital signs show it!" Doctor Khunm's raving stopped abruptly as the boy took a shuttering breath into his now working lungs and his eyes slowly flickered open. Everyone in the room was holding their breath.
The boy took another, less troubled breath and asked in a hoarse whisper, "Wh, where am I? What am I... doing here...?" Without warning, he collapsed into a fit of coughing. "What are you waiting for? Help him!" the doctor yelled at one of the nurses. She quickly bowed her head as she and a few others ran to the boy's aid. Doctor Khunm smiled slyly as he turned his back. "And now," he told himself, "the real fun begins..."
Ooooh... a cliff-hanger. Very suspenseful. But, don't worry, you'll find out who the boy is and maybe what the doctor's talking about in the next chapter. That is, if I get any reviews. I need at least two to continue. Also, I might do something special for the first one or two people that guess who the boy is. Here's a hint: he's not whom you think. Well, I guess that's it. See ya. ^_^
~ RG
