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Chapter 4
He woke to the sound of footsteps and tried to move his fingers in an attempt to anchor himself to reality.
It was still dark, so dark.
A hand gripped his arm and he screamed in panic, suddenly aware of the closeness of the individual.
A chuckle erupted from the person next to Him.
"Oh hush, just your meds again," he said as the needle pricked skin.
He thrashed as agony blazed a trail in his veins and delirium covered his mind in a heavy fog.
Pictures of memories turned nightmare erupted into His mind, things showed up that made him wonder what was real and what was fake. His mind struggled to discern reality from falsehood, and his body strained against the binds as agony caused his frame to jerk and tremble.
Blood rolled from both fresh and reopened wounds.
Hunger clawed at his stomach and his awareness of thirst became nearly unbearable.
The man had long sense left, by the time the drugs had ran their course and He sagged back into the chair with tears streaming down his cheeks.
In this instant he realized to his great despair, that he no longer remembered the names of those he had once thought of as family, nor did he remember his own name.
Who was he?
Why was he here?
A/N: Dun dun Dun…reviews!