Chapter 3, The start of the adventure.

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'Where are you now?'

Faded- Alan Walker.

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I have a power. A really strong one. I mean, did you see how I summon water? Like that was awesome! I forgotten memories for some unknown reason too. My mother died in the fire. My father, I can't remember anything about him. I don't know. I ran through my fingers in my hair. This is so frustrating!

I was finding my old home, the one that was in the fire. This is so confusing. The turns and ways. Alan Walker. Man, that's a hell good of a name. I slapped myself. Okay back to my productive thoughts. The W of the jacket stands for Walkers. It is a team?
That guy, Jimin was part of the team and so as the others two people I saw. But the thing is, why did Jimin run away from me? Am I too powerful? Man this is too much right now. I mean, I just woke up but what is harmful of sleeping again? I love sleep. Being a sleepy man, I fell asleep with the computer still on.

The next day..

I woke up and to my complete horror, I heard footsteps. Who the hell is it? Shit. I scrambled to stand up. I scanned around me, hearing undefined moans. Alan walker, be a man! I suddenly heard a loud clang. Holy- no I'm not a man! Being the scary cat I'm, I shut the computer quietly, putting it in my bag. Taking a quick glance to the photo one last time, I placed the picture inside my pocket. I kneeled, terrified the person is right above me. I looked around, seeing people. Isn't they the ones from that team of Walkers? Why are they moaning? I squinted my eyes, trying to define the face. Or recognize it, at least. They looked like they are injured, a gunshot wound.
I grabbed my bag, and looked around the room. There was a bloody knife. How did I not notice that? I think not only my memories are gone, but my sight too. I grabbed it swiftly, running out. I creeped up behind them. To my and their surprise, they turned around, gasping at me. Do I look too good?
I was still at my attack mode.

"D-drop the knife Alan! I- I can explain!" They both stuttered as they spoke.
Explain what?

"Explain what the hell did you do to me." I commanded.

"W-we are sorry... W..we didn't want to hurt you... It wa-was your mother command." The guy stuttered. My mother? She is still alive? Oh shit, I'm so ready for drama right now.

"What you mean my mother command? She is alive?" I asked calmly but in actual fact, I was screaming in my head.
"You didn't know...? Alan...what happened to your mind?" The other guy asked, looking at me suspiciously.

When he asked that last question, I widened my eyes in shock. Am I suppose to let him know?

My arm shook, my palms began to sweat. Don't trust anyone. But I don't know who he is! What do a Walker do? What am I suppose to do? Jesus, these frustration and question is so annoying right now. He limped nearer to me, preparing to take my knife away from me.
"Get the hell away!" I screamed suddenly at him. I can't do this. I threw the knife hard onto the pavement, on the floor. No way do I want to kill someone, not when I have an urge.
Its sharp part hit the floor, cracking the pavement to go through it. I'm so cool right now. Like, my strength is so cool.
He backed away. I pushed them away, walking away. It's best I get away from the situation right now. This isn't safe. But, everybody, I'm a dumbass. He did something I didn't see coming. I felt pain at my back.
I looked around weakly, discovering the knife stuck at my back. Widening my eyes, I sighed in relief as it didn't seem painful at all. I used my hand, surprisingly, taking it out at one shot.

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