Miles
My chest was on fire. The cold tiled floor stung on my bare face. I let out another haggard breath, a sharp pain lacing my lung. It was getting worse. I grunted and heard movement around me. My head throbbed and everything was blurry.
"Check to see if Washington can be saved." I couldn't tell who said it, all of the voices rang in my ears. I let out another breath and sucked in another one.
"Washington's gone." What? Where did he go? I grimaced as the pain shoved all thoughts away.
I tried to roll over to my back to stop putting more pressure on my chest, but I couldn't move. The pain had entirely encompassed me. When would it be over? I tried to take a breath but my lungs refused to cooperate. I tried again but nothing filled my lungs. This was it. I closed my eyes, content at least to know the mission was completed. I wheezed trying to suck in air.
"You have to help him," Daniel said.
I was rolled over by someone but my eyes refused to open. I wheezed again and then I stopped. I couldn't make any sounds, it was caught in my throat. This really was the end then. I lived a pretty good life, I hope so at least. I just wished I remembered more of it. A warmth dispelled the thoughts and I felt it circle around my chest. The pain floated away as the warmth became heat. It spread from my chest like a vine. I could feel it branched to my toes and my arms and my neck. The warmth crept throughout my body and until the warmth covered everything from my chin and below.
Almost as an afterthought the heat swam towards my head. Sharp sensations dragged against my forehead. Was I regaining a memory? More pieces joined them until I could almost feel them all in the air. I saw green eyes and heard a laugh I knew. Pieces, feelings and thoughts were all coming together.
Within a second the pain was gone and a warmth flooded through my forehead more intense than anything I had felt before. In a moment the heat fell away.
I remembered.
End of Book One
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The War Satellite
Science FictionMiles has no memories of anything from his personal life. He can't remember the danger he's in or that he's being hunted by the first global dictator, HJ Hornet. Miles doesn't know that he's been hiding for seventeen years. He doesn't know that he's...
