The chapters are usually pretty short, unless one of us has a writing spree. And that rarely happens since only three people could ever possibly have a spree- me, another person, and another person. (still trying to keep identities anonymous here)
As you may have already gathered, Shirley was captured by the so-called 'evil' scientists and had her memory ... well, I should stop blabbering and let you read.
~Innovation
Chapter 1: Shirley
These days, I've been told that I was sick. With some kind of avian flu. So Nikita and this nurse pour me a white-colored medicine for me to drink every few days.
Sometimes I still worry about... some people, but I... I can't remember their names anymore. Ever since I've gotten that flu and drank that white medicine, my memories of the past began slowly fading away. I lie in the hospital bed, trying to remember them- I didn't want to forget them. But why were they so important? I didn't really know. And the more I thought of the people, and that place- a beautiful meadow with softly rolling hills and an eternally blue sky- the more I wondered. Why was I still thinking about this? Why?
A long time ago, Alex and I would train our brains. Since she was a mind reader and we were partners in planning ahead, she taught me how to hide some thoughts. She helped me create a little hidden slot in my brain that can store up to... let's say any main memory, details are too small for the slot to hold.
So now, I had an idea of all my confusion. Names I forgot, but I remember that these aren't my real friends, my friends were somewhere far away. Another basic idea was that I did not belong here. I was on the wrong side.
The main thing that bugged me in my private little thinking space was that my memories were sucked out of me. I don't remember any part of losing memory, but I knew it happened.
I heard whispers out in the hall. I strained my ear to listen.
"Are you sure... good?" Was all I could make out of the phrase. It was a young man talking, though I wasn't sure who.
"Yes, I... This will definitely... best idea," Nikita, or I think it was Nikita, spoke.
"Good... get going... plan... after...days... prepare for the …," The young man answered.
Suddenly, it got quiet, the sounds became whispers, I could no longer hear their words.
I was getting annoyed with all of these disjointed words and half-phrases. I tried to put everything together, in my safe storage brain of course, in case it was revealed that I had overheard their conversation. The door to my room swung open and Nikita strode in, flanked at each side by junior scientists frantically scribbling notes on every single word that Nikita said. As if he's that interesting and important. I thought sourly.
"How are you doing?" He asked.
"Good," I answered, as if nothing were wrong.
"Good, because soon we have an important mission just for you."