Confessions(Synacky, Macky REWRITE)

Prologue.

Run.

All he had inside of his head was to run. Run for your life, never dare to look back. Maybe it was the best choice for him. But from who? Running away from what?

He has been running for around thirty minutes, he doesn't know anymore. Maybe he was running away from a bear, or anything that was fast enough to rip his liver out. Or maybe someone. Was he kidnapped? Or did he stole something precious from someone?

The forest is way too deep. How did he ended up here in the first place? Running for so long has shut down some of his senses. He can't see clear. He can't hear any other than the sound of whatever he stepped on. His legs are so numb, despite the fact that he is running so fast non-stop. Maybe his feet are bleeding, but he can't feel anything. Not even the ground.

But one thing though; his lungs are giving up on him. His kidneys are hurting so bad. But he doesn't want to stop. Not here, not now.

Before he even knew it, he fell down. Hard. Cheek first and his chest. It hurts. He look to the left, only to greet a blinding light coming towards him. But before he passes out, he could make up a worried sentence;

"Mister! Are you okay?"

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He woke up in a strange room. A dim source of light, a couple of chairs, a grey table, and a large mirror that covers half of the wall to his left. He is sitting on the chair, his whole body is aching all over. The hard chair isn't helping either. He then realized that he wasn't sleeping on the chair. He woke up somewhere before, maybe a bed, and has been spacing out for probably-

"You've been out from us for about ten minutes, sir"

He is taken aback by the voice. He look up only to find a blonde woman sitting on a chair in front of him. Wait. Us? What did she meant by that? She is completely alone! Other than him, of course.

Well, he noticed that her voice was soft and careful. But that didn't stop the fact that he is shaking now. He could feel a panic attack coming up. But somehow, he feel a bit safer here. Maybe away from what or who he was running from.

"Breathe, sir"

He just realized that he wasn't breathing since she spoke to him. He unconsciously follows her instruction, made him calm somehow. But his muscles are still tense.

She sighed at this, but smile afterwards, "My name is Val. Well, call me Val. I am harmless and here to help you"

The word 'harmless' and 'help' somehow make him relax a bit more. Maybe she is evil, but he knew somehow that she wasn't the one he was running from.

Val knew better than start speaking to him sooner. He need a few seconds or minutes to get himself all together. And so she was a bit fine with this. She spoke to him two minutes later.

"I'll be asking you questions, if you are okay," Val hung his sentence, waiting for the man in front of her to respond. Five seconds, and he nods.

She is smiling, the best calming smile she ever mastered. It gives the man the will to trust her and she is happy by this.

"Who or what you were running from?" She asked as careful as possible, afraid that he might take things differently.

Val could see that he is thinking, digging his mind to know the answer. But he came up with a frown, and shaking his head.

"I don't know." That was what she expected from the man. The possibilities of him not knowing anything is high on his case.

She nods back to him, as she prepares to ask the next question.

"Do you by any chance know your name, sir?"

Hearing that, a flash of blurry memory appear on his mind. But he can't make up anything beside a voice in the back of his mind. A name, much more likely.

"Brian!"

"Brian?" He copies the name and confused by it.

Was his name really is Brian? Or maybe that was the name of the guy he was running from?

"Jimmy..."

Then whose Jimmy?

He could hear she sighed, pulling out a piece of paper from her file. He just noticed that she had a file all the time. His heart beating so fast when she handed the paper to him. He took it carefully, and start examining what's on the paper.

It was a picture of a man, probably around 22 or maybe younger. He has black hair, pale skin, arms covered in tattooes and snakebites on his lips. However, the man's eyes are what caught his attention.

Glowing emerald eyes are starring right back to him. They looked somehow familiar...

Then it hit him. He quickly look at the mirror on his left. Then his own reflection shocked him.

"Zachary James Baker," she begin, sucked all of his attention to her, "You've been missing for 6 years"