Awakening
"She's awake"
One male.
"Are you sure about that?"
One female.
The first voices I am hearing since I can remember. But my sight as black as the night sky.
"She doesn't seem very awake to me."
The hesitation in there voice wasn't uncalled for. I am not sure myself if I am dreaming or awake. Unable to move and unable to speak.
"She is moving slightly, before they refused to show even the slightest reaction."
"But what was she? Asleep or unconscious?"
"I can't say for certain."
And to be fair, at that point I couldn't either.
"Well whatever questions you had for her still have to wait, doesn't look like she could answer right now."
"Either that or she is ignoring us on purpose."
"Of course you would doubt her without reason."
A couple footsteps, and then I was alone again. As hard as I tried to see, I could only hear sound. The rhythmical ticking of a clock, the harsh sound of someone coughing and drops of liquid hitting the floor.
Over the course of hours I regained my ability to see, did I even regain it? Did I ever have it?
What I saw was a very bright white. Slowly fading into a lighter grey with a darker grey in curved lines, Like a shape cut into this color. Soon I realized that it was my own shadow cutting through the light.
Another few hours pass, a door creeks and I hear two familiar voices.
"Looks like she is actually awake this time."
Trying to answer, yet nothing but a indistinct mumble escapes through my shut lips.
"Indeed she is this time, though… how far has she truly awakened?"
It sounded almost like they meant something with the word 'awakened'. Though they must actually mean my current state, unable to speak, unable to move and hardly able to breathe.
I then felt someone move my head, as I heard the man speak.
"What is your name?"
I couldn't answer, and my eyes wouldn't allow me to see properly. A mix of hazed black and white, with in the background a little green. Before shifting back to the greys I saw before.
"Still not awake enough huh? Surely thought they would have enough time by now."
And shortly after hearing the door close again I suddenly felt spastic movements in my chest. I soon coughed, and a disgusting black taint came out as I did so. Gasping for air right after I got to sit straight up and my vision was to how it should be.
The room around me pure grey, a lamp hanging at an angle above me. I was sitting this entire time. In front of me another chair and a table, now partially black and partially a metallic glow.
It took almost no time for someone to come in.
"So you are awake."
I still couldn't speak, and thus forced myself to nod.
"Good, are you capable of speech?"
The man now standing in front of me asked. His hair black as the night and his brown eyes reflecting the bright light. While his smooth white skin gave of a more faint reflection.
I shook my head a little just before coughing up more of that black taint.
"Ah yes, well…. I'll get someone to clean this up. You just focus on getting your throat free of whatever this is."
I wanted to bark right at him, not to tell me what to do. Though it seemed I had no choice but to be silent and do just that. This weird stuff blocked my breathing and speech. So it had to come out indeed.
But as the man said, someone came to clean it up. After I was done hacking up whatever stuff this was.
"Where am I?"
Was the first thing I asked to that man clothed in blue. With grey hair and a posture like he could fall asleep at a moment's notice.
"I am not permitted to answer your questions."
He said, and would ignore whatever else I tried to ask him.
About 10 minutes pass, the black haired man walked back in. Beside him was a woman with short blonde hair wearing a green tea an jeans. As the man himself was wearing a three piece suit.
The man would sit down as the woman stood by the door, something golden around her neck would reflect light into my eyes so I was forced to look at the man in a suit.
"Can you speak now?"
Was the first thing he would ask as I responded with a simple "yes."
"Good, tell us what you remember. Why you think you are here and what A.O.M.'s you know about."
"Excuse me?"
"I won't ask a second time."
I tried my best to remember, but my mind remained blank. Nothing would come up, not the most silent of sounds or the faintest of pictures would come to my mind.
"I can't remember a thing. I don't have the slightest idea of why I am here and what in the world is this A.O.N. you are talking of."
"What is your name?"
"My name is-"
I fell silent just as it dawned on me that I couldn't even remember that.
"go ahead, tell us what your name is. So long as you co-operate you won't be in trouble."
"I can't remember."
"Oh great she has amnesia all of the sudden."
The woman in the back added.
"How about you shut up before someone attaches a leach to that collar of yours to take you out of this room."
The woman visibly recoiled to my comment.
"Now, now. We understand your situation is stressful miss. but there is no reason to act so hostile to those who wish to help."
"Wish to help?!"
I exclaiming. Standing up immediately but something hard immediately blocked me from doing so. I didn't realize it earlier but my hands and feet are bound to the chair.
Grumbling as I let my muscles relax I would look the man dead in the eyes.
"If you wish to help me you wouldn't bind me to this chair."
"If you wish to be helped you would be more co-operative."
"I have answered your questions what more do you want."
"How did you come into contact with an A.O.M."
"What is an A.O.M. anyway?"
The woman in the back answered me.
"It is an Artifact Of Might, an A.O.M. they're relics of sorts that can pop up anywhere and hold more power than humans should be allowed to wield. Now tell him where you found that."
"I didn't find any of your boring artifacts."
"Then tell us how you got that metallic object split and inserted into both your arms without being wounded."
"I what? Neither of you is making any sense at all! Tell me why I am here!"
"because you are a danger to humanity that is why."
And with those words the man stood up and left. No word from my mouth could make them stay and answer me.
Time passed after that, no one knows exactly how much but it felt like weeks. That woman from last time would come in on her own. Sitting down in the chair across me and laying down a sheet of paper on the table.
"Alright, let's try this a second time."
"I told you everything I know already."
I finally had a clear sight of her, she wore almost street like clothes. A grey t-shirt with a leather jacket and simple jeans underneath. Her hair golden and eyes like an ocean blue. Her lighter skin tone standing out from the greys and blacks this room held.
"Right, so you have amnesia."
"I have what?"
"Let's put this a different way. Have you got any memories at all? Do you know your name, date of birth, or who you relatives are perhaps?"
"None of those."
"Then it is safe to say you have Amnesia, the lack of basic information about yourself confirms that."
"What even is Amnesia?"
"Memory loss."
An answer so simple, yet so hard hitting. Losing your memory. How is that even possible? Or do I not have a past?
"Look miss, if you do not have a name we will make one up for you."
"I don't like that idea."
The woman in front of me looked at me confused.
"Do you just want to go around not having a name?"
"No, but it feels as if giving me a different name is like wiping away my past. Even though I don't remember it."
"We have to call you something."
"So long as I am in here and not out there with anyone, I don't need a name."
She looked both confused and disgusted by my decision at this point.
"Fine, as you wish. Let's continue with the questions, I don't have all the time in the world after all."
She said before pausing and looking at the piece of paper she brought in with her.
"Your hair color seems unnatural, do you know if you have ever has it changed?"
"Can't remember."
"As expected, how come we have no official documents depicting you?"
"I don't know, or maybe can't remember, sorry it is all just so hazy."
"Do you remember the A.O.M. you were told about last time."
I nodded, though it was never well explained.
"Where did you find it?"
"Look the last thing I can remember is waking up here. So whatever happened before that I don't know."
She looked puzzled and crumpled the piece paper in her hand.
"Can you really not remember anything, not even your name?"
She asked one last time.
"No, but what's yours?"
A puzzled look slowly set on her face, just before answering.
"It's Christa."
A short yet simple answer.
"Well Christa. I can sincerely say I can't remember a thing. Almost feels like I don't have a past to begin with."
The look on her face wouldn't fade away. But soon she shot up leaving the room in a rush.
"Oliver!" she shouted "Get over here I might have an answer!"
Those were the last words I heard. The crumpled piece of paper being the only thing left in the room. Yet my attention could only be set on my situation at that moment. The rope cutting into my arms and legs.
Cutting, cutting, cutting. If only I had something I could cut these ropes with.
I am not sure why but I grabbed the ropes tightly and started rubbing them tightly past each other. With some time, the ropes got looser. I kept going until I heard a snap and my hands were free.
But seconds after someone walked in, a tall muscular man charged at me as he saw my hands out of the rope.
Up next I stood my hand sideways in the man's neck as he fell unconscious. I look to my hand.
What was that? How did I, no why do I know that? I am just any random civilian, right?
The minute after Christa ran in holding something in her hand it looked like a firearm, but completely white. She stepped toward me and before I could react it was placed in my neck.
It stung, but not for long. Whatever it was she put in my neck, it forced me to pass out.
When I came to the man in a three piece suit was sitting on front of me again. Tapping his fingers on the table.
"Your looks are deceiving miss. I didn't think you'd be cutting the ropes with themselves. A neat party trick, but one that can land you in deep trouble. Either way I haven't introcuded myself yet. The name is-"
"Oliver, I know."
He didn't look surprised at all.
"You must have heard Christa shout it. How did you know what way to cut the rope."
"It felt more like instinct then really knowing what I was doing."
"Instinct huh? But you also claim that you feel like you don't have an actual past? How curious. Tell me, what would you do the moment I release you from those handcuffs?"
"Search for the exit."
"I have an alternative offer for you."
"I don't want to be here, you prick."
"We will look into that A.O.M. in your arms, but take good care of you. You'll get a room, access to certain zones in our 'office' and you'll be fed by us."
"Fine. As long as you let me go whenever you finish."
"Deal."