The Life Lock [editing]

Chapter 2: The Unexpected

Gail's P.O.V

   As I opened my eyes I found a young man sitting unconsciously behind the gym. At first I couldn't couldn't figure out what it was until I made out the image of a person. His back arched against the wall as he sat there with his eyes shut.

  He wore odd clothes which I suspected were from the 70's to the 80's: he wore his collar way up with a ruffled tie around his neck, a gray vest covered by a layer of brown coat with a weird split at the end of it's rear, black trousers with its end tucked inside knee-lengthed rave socks and a pair of brown old fashioned shoes. His blonde hair was tied into a low ponytail while some loose strands framed his face. A foreigner? I thought to myself. From England or perhaps Paris. I shook away the thought when I spotted dried blood that once streamed down his forehead, left shoulder, and right knee. On top of all that, he was literally covered in dirt. Imagine tripping into countless puddles of mud, falling into piles of twigs and leaves, staying there accompanied by rain and wind......that's how dirty he was.

  Letting curiousity take over, I crept down and poked his cheek gently to check if he was still alive and breathing. Suddenly, he flinched.

  "Eek!" I exclaimed as I jerked away and ended up falling on my bottom.

  His head turned to face me and his eyelids slowly opened revealing his droopy blue eyes. I looked at them in awe and asked carefully, "W-who are you?"

  He tilted his head as if confused. "Who?" His deep voice, soft and innocent. "Who.....am I?"

  I looked at him expecting an answer but all I got was his emotionless stare. I sighed. "Who are you?" I repeated but with actions this time. "Where are you from?"

No respond.

  I asked him a different question, "So how'd you get here? No one's allowed nor able to get in or out of the place."

  He looked down then back at me. "Here?...I don't remember." His tone as innocent as a child's.

  I sighed placing one hand on my hip and the other on my forehead to wipe away droplets of sweat. I figured this much. Either he had short term memory loss or a plain amnesia. I went along with amnesia. But he might know a little about himself right? Well, there's only one way to find out. "Do you," I began hoping he would answer. "Have a name?"

  There was a long pause. Then he started remembering parts. "Mi-," he said. "Mi-Minato T-...Toshi." He finished.

Well at least he remembered that, I thought in relief. "How old are you?"

Another pause. "Seventeen....." he said slowly. "Probably."

  Probably?! I felt like falling backwards. I sighed. As long as I know at least this much about him: name and age followed with no memories. I think I had enough of interrogating him, but there was a problem. What next? I can't just abandon him here. Him wandering around with odd clothes covered head to toe in dirt. Everyone would be suspicious. Just thinking about that made me feel responsible somehow. Creepy. Anyway, I had this crazy idea to bring him in and probably forge a story to cover him.

  "You don't have a place to stay so," I took a deep breath. "Follow me and please don't be seen." I said reaching for his arm.

  I took a hold of his wounded arm carefully and wrapped it around my shoulder to help him up. When he was finally able to stand I was surprised at how tall he was. I was probably an inch below his shoulder. He looked fine so I took a hold of his hand instead which were unexpectedly warm and huge. He was unsteady when we tried to walk to the building that he almost pulled me down with him countless times, but finally got the hang of it.