This book is dedicated to all my friends who helped me come up with the ideas for this book, especially Peigu (Carolina South)
Sincerely, the author (Robyn Lorris)
Robyn
The bright light flickered ominously across her vision- darting back and forth between her left and right eye. She was disorientated, groggy and seriously hungry…
Her memory was gone and her brain was left with no memories to comfort her in the sudden change of scenery. From the blackness of her unconscious mind beforehand to the blinding white room she was currently sitting in.
Back aching and arched, moulding into the dentist like chair Robyn sat up and stretched her legs out.
“What is your name?” said the voice behind the light. “Answer quickly and precisely, answer quickly for I will have to ask you again if you don’t - and what with Armageddon on our hands, I think its best that we do not waste any of our precious time”
A face came into Robyn’s view from behind the light; a face with sharp features and eyes set in deep concentration upon Robyn- examining her like a scientist to a new specimen.
Robyn felt suddenly self-conscious and tried to avoid her gaze by looking down at the woman’s outfit. It was white like the room, and if Robyn had only seen her from the corner of her eye-she was sure the woman would have perfect camouflage. It was buttoned down like a military coat in a one piece, leading down to a pair of plastic looking boots.
The woman in tight white uniform glared down at her unkindly, like her whole being was a nuisance which she wanted to dispose of quickly. Well, like Robyn was going to let that happen.
“My name is Robyn Lorris.”
“Well, that’s all well and all but choose your words carefully- Do you know who your parents are?” The stout woman spoke with relished formality, no care for modern slang
“No of course I don t, I don’t have any parents, well anymore. You did just erase my memories didn’t you?” Robyn said trying forcefully to bring to mind any memory from her past. Her mind had been wiped of her family and pretty much all the sentimental things that came along with them.
“Do not patronise me child”
Robyn didn’t like this woman: THAT she did know. She took the liberty to look around the room whilst the terribly rude woman turned and fiddled with some wires. It was a white, boxed room without windows- dreadfully boring, just like the woman’s outfit. Oh how Robyn longed to spread some paint on those walls. Her mind drifted off to the possibilities of paintings: A seabed, a blue sky, or perhaps a wintry forest?
“Oh how sad your parents were to let you go! Oh how you screeched! You could have woken a banshee my dear!-“the woman paused, snickered “Oh yes! You don’t remember do you?”
“Says the woman who told me not to patronise”
The woman frowned; it made her look incredibly unattractive- her nose sloped into a curve and her mouth seemed to disappear so that what was left was only a white strained skin line. “I should’ve left your memories inside your head-“
The woman tapped her head for emphasis “maybe then you would have understood the true kindness we have bestowed upon you for erasing your memories of your family and friends”
The woman continued to mutter something about ‘ungrateful children before facing Robyn again with a full on scowl- Robyn thought she looked like a beaver whose dam had been trampled “Right. In a few moments a young man is going to escort you to your training room where you will begin your first session. You are not to speak to the session leader unless you are spoken to, am I clear?
