Frenetic Amnesic
Why I seem to get story ideas from songs by CKY is beyond me, but hey, more stories for
you guy's. This story, like "Close yet far," is based off of a song by CKY. This one is Frenetic
Amnesic. This will also be multi-chapter, so expect updates. Enjoy!
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The boy walked down the road, with no particular destination in mind. He was just...
walking. He didn't know who he was, where he came from, or even how old he was. He just existed,
with nothing to exist for. He had walked for a long time, judging by his clothes. His leather jacket
was dusty. His pants faded and ripped. He read the sign in front of him. Hillridge. He tried to
remember something. Anything. Zilch. Nada. Not a single ripple. He walked into the town hoping to
find something that would jumpstart his head.
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"Look, I don't care what you say, I think it makes me look fat." cried Lizzie McGuire. She
was modeling a dress for her boyfriend, David Gordon. They were having a playful argument about
the piece of clothing. Lizzie believed the dress made her fat. David, who went by the name of Gordo,
disagreed completely. This eventually sparked a tickle fight, which led to light kissing, which led to
almost a full-blown make out session, had it not been for her mother.
"Lizzie, I have to..." She walked in on them, which caused them to quickly try to cover their
mistake up. "Make sure you don't make me a Grandmother before my time." Lizzie blushed 10
shades of crimson. "You know I don't mind. Just as long as it doesn't get too bad." "MOMMM!!!"
Jo McGuire started laughing hard. When she finally calmed down, she turned to her very
embarrassed daughter and finished what she had started to say earlier.
"Lizzie, I have to go down to the shelter and speak with an amnesic. Watch your brother,
will you?" "Sure, mom." With that, Mrs. McGuire left to speak with the unknown.
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The boy had been picked up an hour ago by police officers, who dropped him off at the local
shelter. He had been found with an ancient Japanese katana blade, so the police were a little
suspicious. They checked into everything they could find. Not one Japanese sword had been stolen
lately. So it was therefore thought that the sword was his. The boy didn't speak much, he spoke
when he felt something needed to be said, but as he didn't have much to remember, there wasn't
much to tell.
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"Oh, thank god you're here, Jo. The kid won't say a word. He just keeps staring down at the
floor cradling that friggin' sword he was carrying." "Sword?" "Yeah, some old samurai sword from
Japan. He doesn't let it out of his site!" Steve Williams was practically yelling at Jo now. She didn't
mind. She was actually glad he yelled, as he was a very calm man. He hardly ever raised his voice.
But now this kid, whoever he was, was having Steve rip his hair out.
"Has he given a name?"
"Sort of."
"Sort of?"
"Yeah. We asked him and he said Murdoch. We asked if he was sure and he said no. So he
thinks his name's Murdoch but he doesn't know for sure."
"Wow. Poor kid. It must be rough to not have any memory."
"Yeah, I guess. He said that his earliest memories are from this morning, about three hours
before we picked him up. We've had the Doc look at him and he says he's fine mentally. Just can't
remember a damn thing." Steve was referring to the shelter psychiatrist, Doctor Ramsey. He was
more affectionately known as Doc, because of his large body, yet kind nature. Being from the south,
and being African-American, he was always told he wouldn't make it. And yet here he is, a shrink
that helps kids like Murdoch. Doc is also a bit of a joker, playing little practical jokes on people. But
he know's when to stop, so he isn't all that bad a guy.
"So you get to take him home, Jo."
"Me!"
"Yes, you. I already have enough on my hands trying to get this place in shape for the
inspector. You know how stern he is. And besides, you have a way with amnesiacs. You're the best
person for the job."
"Alright." groaned Jo. He was right. She was the best in this kind of situation. She just
hoped that young Murdoch wouldn't try anything stupid.
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"Alright, young man. Your going to go live with Mrs. McGuire here until your brain kick
starts. Until then, you stay out of trouble. And I don't want to see you in here for anything other than
advice or a visit. Take care." The boy didn't respond, a forgone conclusion, and walked to the car
and got in.
"Jo, take care of that boy like he was one of yours. I got a feeling that he might just be on the
edge, despite what Doc says. So, take this." He handed something that looked like a walkie-talkie,
except without a speaker. "If he does anything out of the ordinary, just press the button and I'll be
on the way. If he hurts some one, press it three times."
Jo nodded and went to her car. She started it and drove of with the frenetic amnesic in tow.
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Now remember, this is just to see if anyone likes this story. If I don't get 10 reviews by
Tuesday, I'll take it off the site and continue with the others. If I get the 10, then I'll continue this.
Till next time... kikiki... mamama... kikiki... mamama...
Why I seem to get story ideas from songs by CKY is beyond me, but hey, more stories for
you guy's. This story, like "Close yet far," is based off of a song by CKY. This one is Frenetic
Amnesic. This will also be multi-chapter, so expect updates. Enjoy!
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The boy walked down the road, with no particular destination in mind. He was just...
walking. He didn't know who he was, where he came from, or even how old he was. He just existed,
with nothing to exist for. He had walked for a long time, judging by his clothes. His leather jacket
was dusty. His pants faded and ripped. He read the sign in front of him. Hillridge. He tried to
remember something. Anything. Zilch. Nada. Not a single ripple. He walked into the town hoping to
find something that would jumpstart his head.
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"Look, I don't care what you say, I think it makes me look fat." cried Lizzie McGuire. She
was modeling a dress for her boyfriend, David Gordon. They were having a playful argument about
the piece of clothing. Lizzie believed the dress made her fat. David, who went by the name of Gordo,
disagreed completely. This eventually sparked a tickle fight, which led to light kissing, which led to
almost a full-blown make out session, had it not been for her mother.
"Lizzie, I have to..." She walked in on them, which caused them to quickly try to cover their
mistake up. "Make sure you don't make me a Grandmother before my time." Lizzie blushed 10
shades of crimson. "You know I don't mind. Just as long as it doesn't get too bad." "MOMMM!!!"
Jo McGuire started laughing hard. When she finally calmed down, she turned to her very
embarrassed daughter and finished what she had started to say earlier.
"Lizzie, I have to go down to the shelter and speak with an amnesic. Watch your brother,
will you?" "Sure, mom." With that, Mrs. McGuire left to speak with the unknown.
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The boy had been picked up an hour ago by police officers, who dropped him off at the local
shelter. He had been found with an ancient Japanese katana blade, so the police were a little
suspicious. They checked into everything they could find. Not one Japanese sword had been stolen
lately. So it was therefore thought that the sword was his. The boy didn't speak much, he spoke
when he felt something needed to be said, but as he didn't have much to remember, there wasn't
much to tell.
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"Oh, thank god you're here, Jo. The kid won't say a word. He just keeps staring down at the
floor cradling that friggin' sword he was carrying." "Sword?" "Yeah, some old samurai sword from
Japan. He doesn't let it out of his site!" Steve Williams was practically yelling at Jo now. She didn't
mind. She was actually glad he yelled, as he was a very calm man. He hardly ever raised his voice.
But now this kid, whoever he was, was having Steve rip his hair out.
"Has he given a name?"
"Sort of."
"Sort of?"
"Yeah. We asked him and he said Murdoch. We asked if he was sure and he said no. So he
thinks his name's Murdoch but he doesn't know for sure."
"Wow. Poor kid. It must be rough to not have any memory."
"Yeah, I guess. He said that his earliest memories are from this morning, about three hours
before we picked him up. We've had the Doc look at him and he says he's fine mentally. Just can't
remember a damn thing." Steve was referring to the shelter psychiatrist, Doctor Ramsey. He was
more affectionately known as Doc, because of his large body, yet kind nature. Being from the south,
and being African-American, he was always told he wouldn't make it. And yet here he is, a shrink
that helps kids like Murdoch. Doc is also a bit of a joker, playing little practical jokes on people. But
he know's when to stop, so he isn't all that bad a guy.
"So you get to take him home, Jo."
"Me!"
"Yes, you. I already have enough on my hands trying to get this place in shape for the
inspector. You know how stern he is. And besides, you have a way with amnesiacs. You're the best
person for the job."
"Alright." groaned Jo. He was right. She was the best in this kind of situation. She just
hoped that young Murdoch wouldn't try anything stupid.
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"Alright, young man. Your going to go live with Mrs. McGuire here until your brain kick
starts. Until then, you stay out of trouble. And I don't want to see you in here for anything other than
advice or a visit. Take care." The boy didn't respond, a forgone conclusion, and walked to the car
and got in.
"Jo, take care of that boy like he was one of yours. I got a feeling that he might just be on the
edge, despite what Doc says. So, take this." He handed something that looked like a walkie-talkie,
except without a speaker. "If he does anything out of the ordinary, just press the button and I'll be
on the way. If he hurts some one, press it three times."
Jo nodded and went to her car. She started it and drove of with the frenetic amnesic in tow.
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Now remember, this is just to see if anyone likes this story. If I don't get 10 reviews by
Tuesday, I'll take it off the site and continue with the others. If I get the 10, then I'll continue this.
Till next time... kikiki... mamama... kikiki... mamama...