Fight or Flight(Young Justice Fanfiction) NOW UNDER CONSTRUCTION

Chapter 13 (July 27th 2011, 5:00, The Team's Headquarters)

Chapter 13

 

Amnesia Girl's POV

I spun around the metal room, my brain analyzing my surroundings. It was a small room about 6 ft by 6 ft. The lack of windows and doors made this room extremely claustrophobic.

 

I see a man standing in front of me. He is wearing a white t-shirt and dark blue jeans. I walk towards him and place my hand on his shoulder.

 

"Sir, Are you OK?" I ask as the man turns his head to face me with cold dead eyes. I pull my hand away quickly as the man fully turns around. I see a deep gash running across his neck. Blood pouring from the wound staining the white shirt.

 

"MURDERER!" He screeches. He makes a grab for me tumbling to the floor, the blood dripping from his neck and making a pool on the floor.

 

"I didnt do anything" I stutter, stumbling away from the blood.

 

"MURDERER!" He screeched again, as the blood poured from his neck. I bury my face in my hands to hide the gruesome sight, but my hands feel wet and they stick to my face. I pull my hands away to see blood pouring off my hands.

 

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(July 27th 2011, 5:00, The Team's Headquarters)

 

I sat up in bed quickly, shaking as I glanced around the room. I let out the breath I was holding when I saw I wasn't in the metal room from my dreams.

 

I was drenched in cold sweat and my face was wet with tears. Had I been crying in my sleep?

 

That metal room it wasn't a figment of my imagination, it was at the lab. That man... I shudder as the labs memories fill my mind. Every excruciating detail painted perfectly in my brain.

 

How could I remember all the terrible things that happened to me there but I couldn't remember my own mothers name? Or my own for that matter.

 

I threw the blanket off my body, and swung my bare feet onto the cold wooden floor. A sharp pain shot through my body at the movement. I shook off the pain and carefully reached near the foot of the bed for my boots, but my fingers graze air. I look over the edge of the bed and discover that my boots were no where to be found.

 

Had they taken my boots? Why would they take my boots?

 

They were pretty comfortable.

 

I look over at the clock, 0500 just like at the lab. Thats gonna be a hard habit to kick.

 

I climbed out of the bed and changed into one of the shirts that was given to me by the team, and a pair of baggy black gym short that I had to tie four times to get it to fit my skinny body. The shirt was bright red and had a lightning bolt in the center, it was too bed and kept sliding off my shoulder.