Amnesia
Disclaimer: Meg Cabot owns the Mediator, not me.
Author's Note: Some of you may remember this. I originally posted it in December 2004. Now I'm revising it, reposting it and continuing with the story. Woot! I'll post a chapter a day until I'm to the point I was at. This is a Work in Progress, with five chapters (including the prologue) existing currently. Please, please, please review, I would really appreciate them and review count is the only reason I'm not posting these five chapters all together. Now, onto the extremely short prologue:
Prologue: Fly High, Fall Hard
Everything's just a big void of blackness. Nothing's there. It's just blank - a hole. Everything's gone. I can't remember anything – well, virtually anything. I can just remember one thing – just one little thing, and it keeps playing itself over in my head and haunting me. And the scariest thing is I can't work it out. I don't even know who they are.
I'm standing there with blackness surrounding me. Actually, I'm not even standing. I'm weak. I'm falling. Why am I falling? Why can no one help? What's going on? And then, I see him. He's just a person, but he strikes fear into me. He's wearing a look that I can't place. Concern? Or satisfaction?
Just looking at him makes my blood run cold.
Who is he? What happened?
I fall and hit the ground, then everything folds back into darkness. It's all I can remember. It's all I know.
Written 20/12/04. Revised 06/01/06.