Sentry of the Arcane: Befall

Chapter Thirty-Six: Fitz

I wake up to only be thrown into the wall again by a pair of calloused hands. Gasping, I collapse onto the cool ground. For some reason, just sitting up again is so draining. I hold a hand to my throbbing head as I look up. A man with reddish-brown hair stares down at me with his menacing brown eyes. I frown at this stranger. "Are you the one who threw me?" I ask, narrowing my eyes back at him.

The man just chuckles darkly. Showing me his obvious callouses, he says, "I sure did."

"Where am I?" I ask. I know I'm asking the simplest of questions, but I can't help it.

I can't remember.

He must've come to the same conclusion because he asks, "Poor Fitz can't remember a single thing? So sad..."

I shake my head. "I know my name is Fitz Vacker," I say. Pointing at him, I remark, "But I can't remember you, though. Who are you?" I honestly cannot place it, but he seems... familiar. But I do realize that my simple questions are making me seem more vulnerable and oblivious than I should be.

The stranger smirks at me. "Well, I know you won't remember any of this encounter when it finally wears off," he muses arrogantly. "So I'll answer your petty questions."

I frown at his egotistical tone. But internally, I'm hoping that he'll give me some valuable answers. After thinking for a moment, I decide to ask, "Who are you?"

He scoffs, "Fitton Galster."

By the way he says his name, I feel like Fitton has more to tell. "Are you supposed to be dead?"

This time, Fitton tenses up considerably. "Well, yes," he finally says after a moment of silence. "I was believed to be dead, but you and your friends found out the truth. So... I attacked you."

"Friends. Friends..." I draw the word out as if it's foreign to me. "Who are my friends again?"

Fitton cringes. "Maybe I shouldn't have shot seven nebmentia pieces at you along with the two pieces of tzanion," he mutters to himself. "It's like you have amnesia or something." Shaking his head, Fitton look at me. "Your friends are Sophie, Donovan, Benen, Laurel, and Audrey. Sophie and you are... very close, should I say."

I furrow my eyebrows at him. "Where are we?" I ask.

"In a hideout of mine," Fitton remarks. Grinning sinisterly, he adds, "And it's overseas. I doubt that your friends will find you here. But then again, you had arrived with one of your friends, but we caught him as well."

I clench my fists to force myself not to wipe the malicious grin off of his face. Instead, I ask, "What happened after Sophie and I figured out you were alive?"

Fitton laughs at my question. "Well, I snuck into the place where you now live and attacked you. And then Sophie came in and got help after attacking me for a bit. I could've attacked her further, but you sent to get help before I could actually distract you with her."

Still drained completely, I find myself not being able to get up and punch him. I sigh in temporary defeat and lean back against the metal wall. I ponder for a moment before asking, "Did we defeat you?"

"That's why I came back here," Fitton comments, rolling his eyes. "And I didn't expect that you'd actually chase me. But then again, I did a toll on you." He smirks proudly, making me frown more. "I heard that you didn't wake up for what- fourteen hours?"

I raise an eyebrow at his slip-up. "That's a very specific amount of time," I say. "Rather exact for someone who wasn't there to know about..." I stare at Fitton when he tenses up at my statement.