The Girl Who Forgot // GI Joe fanfiction // Storm Shadow

Prologue

She blinked hard. The glaring white lights shone in her eyes, seemingly blinding her. Her head hurt, a lot. She rolled her head in a circle, clicking the bones in her neck. The action was so familiar, it felt good. She must have done it often.

But who was she to know what she did often? She didn't know her age. She couldn't remember where she was. She couldn't figure out who was in her family, their names. She forgot her own name. Her own name. Icy fingers crept up and down her spine as her thoughts were thrown into a panic. Pandemonium in her brain. She tried to touch her forehead before realising that her hands were chained to a white doctor kind of chair. She lifted her head to see her feet, also chained to the footrest. The girl stopped herself for a moment.

"Ok. Stop. Think. Gotta be calm. Figure this out." She said to herself. Number one, she thought, what can I remember? She closed her eyes and dug into the deepest crevices of her mind, the darkest corners or her memory... what memory?

Okay, I can figure this out, she said in her mind. Perhaps, knowing what I look like will bring back something. Once again she lifted her head to look at herself. From her angle, she could see that she was wearing army camo tight jeans with lots of pockets and zips, the knees scuffed and worn out. She must have used this pair loads of times. She was also wearing a black tank top underneath an unbuttoned army combat jacket. She looked at her arms, nicely tanned, as if she had spent a lot of time in the sun. she also noticed bulges of muscle, not too much, on her arms and the bumps on her stomach from abdominal muscles. Yay, she thought to herself, at least I'm fit.

The girl shook her head about and for her efforts, she was rewarded with a curl of hair that fell onto her shoulder. She stared at it. Green. It must have been a bright green when clean but at the moment there was mud and sand, dulling the colour to a dirty green. The girl quickly scanned her surroundings looking for anyone or anything that might help her. She gazed upwards, making it a point to avoid the harsh white lights, and saw a mirrored ceiling. How perfectly convenient, she said her thoughts roaming wild as she saw her reflection.

A tanned face with brilliant sea-green eyes stared back at her. The reflection had coal black hair with dark blue to bright blue to green to a light yellow then a light strawberry pink highlights near the end and was in a high pony tail. Sand and other pieces of dirt were stuck in it. It looked like she had been through a war zone. Her black tank top had dirt marks on it and her jacket's left side had a nasty burn. Her jeans were no better, the shin areas ripped up as if she had run through a thorn bush. A thorn bush.

A sudden glimpse flashed through her head, like a scene from a movie, a girl, the girl in the reflection of the mirror with a large gun in her hands, running and constantly glancing behind as if something was chasing her. She was so desperate for the thing to not catch her, she ran through a thorn bush and... it ended. There was nothing. It was like nothing had happened. The memory was already fading.

That thing. It must have caught her. It must have brought her here. She needed to leave, she needed to leave now. An escape plan? No time, she would improvise. She yanked her hands up, the cold metal biting into her wrists as she did the same with her ankles. No such luck. She was scared, she wanted out. The girl bit her lip to stop her from screaming in frustration. The chains clanked and made a great racked as she shook her limbs about. Thrashing about, she tugged hard on the bonds, frantic to free herself.

Suddenly, the sound of an opening door came from behind her, silencing her efforts. She held her breath, still as a corpse as the sound of multiple people's footsteps entered the room. A pale young man with dark brown hair walked around her chair, a mischievous smile playing across his lips.

"Good morning, sleeping beauty. How did you sleep?" he gave her a sickly grin.

"What happened to me? Who-who are you?" she stuttered, not wanting to give this evil looking man the leverage of knowing she was an amnesiac. He simply cackled and strutted off, behind the chair, causing her to strain her neck to the left to try and see him. Then to the right.

Then she saw him.

Upon seeing him another glimpse seemed to flash through her head, but this one too fast for her to catch as she seemed mesmerised by him.

He was so silent, she hadn't realised he was there. A man in an all-white ninja suit, shurikens, katanas, knives, the ninja mask, the entire package. His chocolate brown eyes had been staring at her with pity, sympathy and something else she couldn't quite put her finger on. Upon realising she had seen him looking at her, his eyes narrowed and his expression hardened. The girl shrunk into the chair at his sudden emotion change, she could see it in his eyes, she could only see his eyes.

The girl turned away, away from his harsh glare that she could feel boring into her back. She looked up, finding the creepy pale man's face inches from her own.

"Looks like you are the girl who forgot."