Random Short Stories

Amnesia

   "HEY, DON'T YOU DARE DIE. I FORBID IT!"
   I opened my eyes to a blonde blur smacking back someone. He seem vaguely familiar. I sat up and took in the people around me.
   The girl sitting right by me, blonde hair chopped off at her shoulders, pretty young, maybe 20ish? She seemed fierce and mean, but her soft brown eyes looked woeful, like she held a deep sadness.
   The boy beside her rubbed his hand, slightly scowling at the the blonde girl. He seemed her age, curly ginger hair, eye color I couldn't quite place. He reminded me of a fox cub, like he gets into trouble a lot.
   Behind him was another boy. He faced away from the group, glancing back once at the ginger boy, catching my eye, and quickly looking back again. His black, dark brown?, hair moved slightly in the wind.
   Near him was a blonde-ish boy, my height. He had gleaming blue eyes, that looked terrified, and with him a pretty black haired girl. They both looked at me.
   I looked to my other side and paused for a minute. She was beautiful. Her eyes were a lovely grey, and her hair was the color of fire. She glared at me. Ouch.
   I sat up, and she pushed me back down. "No."
   I stared at her. "But-"
   She covered my mouth. "Quiet."
   I glared in turn, and tried to bite her hand.
   "Jason! Stop it!"
   I shot to my feet. "How do you know my name?" I whipped my head around, looking for answers in anyone's face. No one met my eyes, but the dark haired boy.
   He gave me a firm look. "What are you talking about?"
  His look demanded me to answer. "I don't know who you are."
   The blonde girl rose to her feet behind me. "The idiot hit his head so hard, he must've lost his memories of us."
   I glared at her. "You have no righ-"
   The ginger girl silenced me with a sad look.
   After a couple minutes, the blonde boy came over to me. "Jason, we've known each other since we were like, 8."
   I looked at him for a minute. I remembered him more vividly than the others. "Finn?"
   He sighed, "Yeah," and made a face like he hoped I wouldn't have remembered him.
   The ginger boy was whispering something to the blonde girl.
   She nodded and whispered something along the lines of in a second.
   I shook my head. "No, nuh-uh. Stay away."
   Finn hesitantly put his hand on my shoulder. "They're friends. Do you want to know their names?"
   I nodded, and he began.
   "The blonde girl right there, that's Inna Sodel, a Soviet spy. The boy with her, Marc Fuchs, left the Axis forces and joined with us."
   Nodding toward the black haired girl, she came over. "I'm Hannah, I work in a bakery in your hometown and somehow was dragged into a battle."
   The final boy left stared at Finn, willing him to not tell his story. Finn obviously didn't see the sign. "Him over there. That's Hitomu Nishi, name story as Marc. And her," he turned me around.
   "Margaret." I interrupted. "How could I forget her?"
   She flushed a little, scowled, and then smiled. "You're a jerk."
   I grinned. "You know you love me Margaret. You can't help it."
   She blushed a deep red, and turned away.