Loss Of The Past - Vol.1

Traitor

Darkness... this was the only thing he saw... he felt his body was ice cold, but his heart was racing in his chest. His heart is beating... that means he's alive. And he was breathing, that was another good thing. But why was he happy about it? Did something happen to him? Who was he anyway?

He tried to call back memories or just facts about himself, but the headache he felt in his head was stopping him to think clearly. For minutes, he was just laying on the ground, hoping that the pulsing pain in his forehead will gone soon.

He has a name... he must have a name. And friends... or a family... but where was he now and why? And how he ended up 'here'? These questions slowly appeared in his mind, but the answers didn't want to show up. But some names... Poppy... Branch... Creek... Biggie... these were similar to him. He thought about them, trying to call back something that can help him.

As the time passed, the pain started to slowly go away, and more and more memories came back. Creek... this was his name. He was sure that this was his name. And there was a party with Poppy....POPPY!! His best friend and the princess of the village! They were partying because she was about to be the queen of the village! But a Bergen crashed the party and-
Creek's eyes finally popped open and he suddenly sat up. He was in the forest, the sky were dark and it was about to rain. He looked at himself: his yellow pants were burned and covered with dirt everywhere, he had several wounds in his body and the purple skin he always had now was a littlebit grayer than before. He let out a sight, now remembering to most of the things...

Flashback~

He was in a cage with his friends, all of them shivering in fear because of the Bergens around them. Everything happened so fast around him, and in the next second he was about to got eaten by the king of the Bergens.

First the king stopped and he thought he will survive this. Everytime the king stopped the Chef had another reason for the king to eat him. They played this for minutes and he was already in a tortilla, when the king finally put Creek into his mouth, ready to eat him.

His heart was racing while warm tears ran down in his dirty cheeks. He's going to die, he knew it. He was hyperventillating, but he tried to calm himself down and accept his fate.

"This is it Creek, this is your fate... just- just calm down, death can't be that bad!..."

The king still didn't swallow him, and with every second in the dark, wet mouth Creek was more uncomfortable, and the panic what he tried to push away so hard was coming back to him. He let out a little sob, while he was waiting for the end of this nightmare, still hyperventillaging.

Suddenly, he felt that the tortilla he was in, started to slide down in the king's troath. He closed his eyes, and sobbed uncontrollable. He didn't want to die like this, he wanted to see more, feel more. He wanted everything to be normal again, to be in the village with Poppy and the Snack Pack, he wanted to laugh and play with them. Creek wanted to see Poppy again, her beautyful smile and bright pink eyes, he wanted to hear her voice, her laughes, he wanted to hug her, dance with her... he wanted to see her again. He didn't want to die yet... and in the moment before he slid down in the king's troath, the panic took controll in his whole body and mind. He jumped out of the tortilla and grabbed the only thing he saw: the king's staphyle.

"I DON'T WANNA DIE!" He shouted and the King suddenly split Creek out of his mouth, onto his hands. When Creek knew he was out he started to beg.

"Don't eat me!! Please, it someone else! Or just kill me before you eat me!!! I don't want to suffer! PLEASEE!" He was begging with tears in his eyes and shaking by the fear. Slow death... he didn't want that. He wiped the tears away and looked up to the Chef. The Chef glared at Creek with an annoyed expression in her face.