Adam, Wake Up

Chapter Six

He was a younger, slightly shorter guy in a purple shirt, and he looked concerned. Adam couldn't help but notice an arrow sticking out from the back of his shoulder, a dark stain surrounding it.

"Who are you? How did you even get in?" Adam demanded, putting a hand around the hilt of he sword.

"Woah, calm down, Adam," he backed up against the wall, both hands up in a surrendered fashion, yet was careful to avoid hitting his injured shoulder. "It's just me, Seto. And I woke up here."

"How do you know my name?" he took a step forward, now drawing the blade. This guy, Seto, now had a ring of greens and oranges around him.

This time he shrunk back, momentarily forgetting about his wound, then gasping in pain once he realized his mistake. Fresh blood leaked out and furthered the circular stain in his shirt. He cocked his head to the side, eyes wide with fear and confusion, "What's going on, Adam? It's me, your friend! We've known each other for a long time!"

"You're my friend?" Could this be true, or is it another trick? Honestly Adam was pretty skeptical. "Tell me something about myself that only one of my friends would know." Adam noticed a teal color creeping over some of the orange, but not much.

"Uh," he paused, thinking. "You wet the bed until you were at least ten years old."

"Did I? Really?" he lowered his sword, but not his guard. Neither did Seto, as orange, the Adam decided that the color must represent fear, had only gone away a little. It was still shining the brightest.

"Yeah. Our other friends used to bring it up every chance they got. Mitch and Jerome still do sometimes. You... don't remember?" Looking down and avoiding the question, Adam busied himself with putting the blade back where it belonged. Seto visibly relaxed after the sword was put away, but still looked ready to bolt at the first sign of another threat. Adam didn't like the feeling of someone, possibly one of his friends, being scared of him.

"I- I can't. I can't remember anything. I've got nothing from before this week." More green, must be confusion, followed by an expression that was enough for Adam to turn his head back down the floor.

"So, you don't remember anything? Not Tyler, Kyle, or Bash? Even Bonkers?" There he goes again with the names. It was getting hard to keep them all in order in his head, as they might be important to remember later on.

"No. I told you, I don't have anything." Quickly, Adam decided to change the subject to anything but this. The looks Seto's giving and the colors are becoming too much. "Are you okay? You've got a little... something."

Seto didn't fall for it, but he had taken the hint that he needed to back off for a moment. "Oh, this?" He gestured vaguely to his left shoulder with his good arm. "It's nothing, really. I just had some trouble getting away from a Skeleton. I thought I could fix it by myself, but my magic doesn't seem to be working for some reason."

Magic? He was about to ask about it when Seto reached his arm out, palm-up, only to cringe in pain. "See? Nothing. I don't know what's going on. There's probably some stuff in the walls."

Adam nodded, even though he had no idea what Seto was talking about or what was supposed to happen when he stuck his arm out. "Are you sure you're okay? I've got a first aid kit."

"You do? That would help a lot," he smiled again, but this time it looked sadder. The faded blues and purples suddenly became more apparent. Adam thought about asking, but thought against it for now.

Silently, Adam leaned the bow against the wall and took off the backpack. Digging around in it, he found the box that still had a good amount of supplies in it. A few bandages, a little bit of gauze, and some tape should work. He wished even more that he had something to give Seto for the pain.