「✦ Reflection of Memories ✦」

Chapter 11: Remember

I gasped as I sat up, colorful memories floating through my throbbing head. I remember. Isla. Father. Mother. My old neighborhood. My original journey. My original quest. My original path.

I remembered being in the black tidal pool like it had just happened. I remembered meeting Dugal, and Johimh. I remembered Isla not returning to the hospital room.

I remembered Mother's final day.

My memory had cleared, since I was taken. It seemed sharper.

Speaking of which, where was I anyway? I remember being knocked out by mister Joe and-

No, he doesn't deserve a 'mister'. His name is just Joe.

And then, it was blurry. White, blue, white. I didn't remember anything else. It seems to be the only unclear memory I have.

Was then, I noticed the dried blue blood on me. A lot, in fact. There were many cuts on my body, but it didn't seem to be where the blood was coming from. It looked like It was pouring from nowhere, but they were dropping in a clear bowl or something that looks like a bowl next to me, where it splattered on my body.

I inched away quickly, where I promptly collapsed due to this throbbing of my ribs. Maybe I'd broken them.

I seemed to be wearing a black T-shirt which hung just above my waist, with a white jacket hanging by my arms. I wore dark blue ripped jeans. Nothing I'd ever owned, according to my memory google.

The only thing I recognized was my amulet.

Why they'd taken everything but that, I don't know. Maybe I thrashed and demanded that he give it to me during my unconsciousness. I don't know.

Where am I, you ask?

Well, how should I know? It's not like my eyes hung wide open during that unconscious period and recorded everything. For all I know, It's an empty white room. Unless you count the blue bowl of blood, of course.

I just hung around in the corner of the room, staring into space like I did when I was bored and anxious.

Where was Isla? Why'd she leave? Is she okay?

What did he mean by 'prisoner'? Will I even survive long enough to complete my mission?

Two blinking lights appeared in the center of the room, snapping me out of my memories. Two which looked like a pair of eyes.

I instinctively inched away from it as a live form began to show.

It was a...robot?

You'd think Joe, the 'big bad king of darkness' could at least afford some living servants.

"Who are you?" I demanded, hoping it sounded brave, but even I could hear the uncertainty and nervousness seeping into my voice. I quickly shut up.

The robot retrieved a needle out of thin air. No, not those you receive at the doctors office. A sewing needle.

But like twenty times larger.

Is this a robot's ideal weapon? Is this what we have to deal with when the robots take over the future? Intense piercing?

I didn't know I had a fear of needles until now.

(And no, if you were wondering, the author is not afraid of needles. So excuse me if anything is wrong.)

It looked like an oversized chainsaw, more than a needle.

They got closer to me, and my body froze.

It wasn't like I didn't want to move. I literally froze.

I became a human-sized popsicle.

I didn't know that was even possible other than in those cartoons.