Sorry for the long delay, I had bad really bad writers block. But I managed to come up with something, so here it is. This chapter was actually going to be a lot longer but then I was worried it was going to drag so I decided to split up what I wanted to do into two chapters instead. Crash gains another piece missing from his memory in this chapter.

Crash is not mine OC's are mine

Chapter 1 Missing

3 Days Later

Crash couldn't get the faded image out of his mind. The corridor within his mind was so barren, but it seemed so familiar to him. Why was he running away, and what was it he was running away from?

Was there something that he needed to do, but he wanted to avoid? Or was something that may have happened to him; possibly natures of abuse that he felt he needed to get far away from?

Crash tried to play the image again in his mind, but the image remained vague. All he could see was the corridor; he was running away and he was scared. That was it. The bandicoot tugged his hair in frustration.

"What was I running away from?! Was there something that I didn't want to do? Was there something I saw? What the hell happened to me?!" Crash thought, angrily.

Crash was far to lost in thought that he jumped when he felt Elkie gently tap his shoulder.

"Elkie! What are you doing?!" Crash demanded, startled.

"Crash the bell rang, it's time for gym class." She said, calmly.

Crash grinned, nervously.

"Oh! Heh heh... I must zoned out for a second. Sorry about that. Let's go."

The bandicoot walked down the halls with the blind girl. His mind to moving a mile a minute; one part of his mind seemed occupied on what was going on around him as he tried to remain focused. The other part of his mind wanted to keep solving the mystery of his missing memories. Memories that seemed more important than he would've thought.

What exactly happened to him before he woke up in the military hospital; it must have brutal since he almost had died. But what did he almost die from, trauma a freak accident; if it wasn't those things, what exactly was it.

Crash snapped back to reality when he saw he was at the locker room.

"I'm gonna change." Elkie said.

"I'll see you in there." Crash responded.

Walking into the locker room, Crash felt the air around grow rather cold. He first thought it must have been from the heaters giving out, but the other boys in the room seemed rather comfortable.

Crash sighed to himself as he opened his locker and grabbed his athletic clothes.

As he slipped his shirt off, he felt his vision change around him. Crash tried rubbing his eyes to bring his vision back to focus only to see world around him still a blur. He finally felt his vision clear to find himself in some sort of holding cell.

Crash cautiously walked within the dark cell until he saw someone chained to the wall.

The bandicoot adjusted his eyes to see who the person was. Only he was not prepared for the answer; it was him.

The bandicoot against the wall looked exactly like him; only 2 years younger and much more skinny.

Crash felt his eyes widened, this couldn't have been him; this helpless little boy and him could not be the same person.

The boy's emerald eyes were darting all over the place. His stomach was screaming for food, and his heart and mind were screaming for freedom.

"I have to get out of here!" The boy rasped. "I have to get out of here before it's too late; before he makes me his general."

"Before who makes me their general?!" Crash demanded. "General for what?! What the hell is going on?!"

The younger Crash stared out the window. "If only I could fly. Then I would fly away from here. I would then be free, free to be me."

Crash felt tears slide down his face.

"That's right, I can remember a little more; I was a captive. I dreamed of freedom; dreaming what lied beyond the window. But what did I want to escape from."

Crash felt his vision swirl away when he felt something cold hit his fur. His vision again cleared when he found himself lying on the ground, dosed in cold water.

"Crash are you all right?" Coach Tanner asked, kneeling beside him.

"What happened?" Crash asked, quietly.

"The boys found you lying on the ground, you must have fainted.

Crash remembered his vision, it seemed to be coming back a little more, but there was still so much to do.

"How long was I like this?"

"Must have been 45 minutes." The coach said.

"Oh, I didn't realize it was that long."

"Are you sure you're all right?"

"I guess so."

"Why don't you come back to my house for awhile; I'll make you something to eat."

"All right." Crash sighed.

The bandicoot pulled himself off the ground.

Walking out of the locker room he kept wondering; what exactly was happening to him? Were these vision not only part of his memory but also as a warning as to what was going to happen next?

Crash felt himself come back to reality when he saw Jan and Elkie run to him.

"Oh Crash, what happened?! Jan asked, horrified.

"They said you just fell over and thought you were dead!" Elkie cried.

"Guys relax, I'm okay; I must have just hit my head." Crash smiled, gently.

"I'm going to have Crash come to my house for a little while, you girls are welcome to join us."

"Sure, I want to know if Crash is fine." The blind girl, said.

"Yeah, Mom and Dad have having screaming matches more than usual, don't want to be around to hear them." Jan answered, bitterly.

The three young teens followed their teacher to the car and buckled themselves in.

So Crash has another flashback from his past. Slowly but surely he's uncovering everything. Next chapter is going to explain a lot more and may also answer more questions about what have been vague in the previous story. Until then read and review.