Anamnesis (Rivamika)

A Little Too Close For Comfort

The man's heavy eye lids began to open slowly as his eyes adjusted to the light. He was lying flat on his back, he realised. He moved his arms in an attempt to try and sit up, but there was some sort of resistance from his left hand. He looked down at his wrist to find that it was handcuffed to a smaller more feminine one. His eyes traced the unfamiliar hand, up the arm until his eyes rested on her face. Her jet black hair was splayed out in a way that veiled most of her facial features, but he could tell that she was asleep.

"Hello?" The man called out to her. Maybe she has the key to take this damn thing off. He thought to himself, trying the pry the sturdy silver handcuffs off.

But the girl with dark hair could not be roused no matter how much he tried to shake her shoulders or call out. Instead the man tried to figure out how he found himself in the unfamiliar place.

I have no memory of how I got here... Where am I? What is the last thing I did before I got here.

A dull throbbing headache overcame the man as he tried to probe for his last memories. Deciding to distract himself from his headache, he set about inspecting his surroundings as best he could from where he was sitting. He did not fancy the prospect of physically dragging the woman around on the floor as he tried to get a better look at the room. The room was quite large, the man gathered. But the most interesting aspect of the room was set in the middle of it. Large black and white tiles were set up in a way that reminded the man of a large chess board. The tiles seemed to glow almost except that the intensity of glowing would ebb, sometimes getting brighter then several moments later they would darken.

There was only one door that the man could see which was to the left of his position. Thoughts clouded the man's mind as he tried to figure out what was going on, when the woman he was handcuffed to seem to come to.

"Good, you're awake." Levi started, "I need to ask you somethin-"

Levi was interrupted by the woman as she vomited on the floor. Some of its contents splashed onto the man's boots, and he made no attempt to hide the repulsion on his face.

When the woman was done emptying her stomach contents onto the floor, she wiped her mouth on the back of her sleeve. It was then that the man noticed that they were both wearing the same clothes. Identical dark green jumpsuits with several pockets, and black boots, that was all they had been fashioned with.

"Why are we wearing the same things?" The man asked, bewildered.
The woman looked down at her garments but seemed to notice the handcuffs.

"This is what I am more concerned about!" She said raising her handcuffed wrist, pulling his along with it. "Why the hell am I handcuffed to you?"

"I have no idea. I thought you might have some answers." It occurred to the man that he knew nothing about this woman, and therefor he could not trust her.

"Where are we?" The girl asked.

"Like I said... I thought that you might have been able to enlighten me." The man replied coolly.

"What's your name?" The girl asked as her eyes narrowed; obviously she felt the same way about him.

"My name... is..." The man was stumped for an answer, as if a big blank space crossed his mind. He threw his gaze to the room in front of him, as if hoping that his name would magically appear on the walls.

"What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?"

"I... can't remember?" The man said, "What about you? What's your name?"

The woman's mouth opened, and hung there for several moments before she closed it. Her black eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Why can't I remember my name either?"