The Savior: Origins

Chapter Eight

I sat on my laptop as people I knew but couldn't remember decided my fate.

"We need to bring her to the hospital!"

"I am the hospital!"

"At least take her the doctor!"

"What am I supposed to tell them Julie. Hey, a group kidnapped my daughter and erased her memory. Oh and she can control ice and freeze people and her temperature is thirty below what it should be. But that's normal." The sarcasm in his voice was so thick I almost found myself chuckling at their bickering.

I heard them bicker in the kitchen from my living room. My mom wasn't around; I knew that much. Julie though, she argued so much with my dad and cared about my wellbeing, she could be my mom.

Then I heard a shuffle next to me. I looked over and I could make out the boy's eyes flutter awake then he woke up all at once and sat up.

"Sam!" He shouted before looking at me. I watched as he paused a moment in fear, then he fell backwards over the couch's arm and fell onto the floor.

Wow, he sure was graceful.

"Where am I! Who are you!" He shouted, from his cover behind the couch. His voice was light and soft spoken, it also had a tint of something else, of fear.

"Calm down." I told him. Slowly putting my laptop on the end-table in case I had to move fast.

I didn't want to break my only thing I could use.

"I'm not going to hurt you. Just calm down so we can talk." I pulled myself to the other side of the couch and looked. He was nowhere to be seen.

"You're not going to hurt me?" I heard his voice ask from behind me. I quickly turned my head and again saw no one there.

"No, besides. My legs are exceedingly wonderful at not working so you would have the advantage in the situation." I admitted putting my hands in the air in surrender. "Now can you come out, I would feel better talking to you face to face."

"Oh, alright." Suddenly his figure appeared beside me. He was lean and slightly muscular. Not as much as Ty but he had clear muscles. His blonde hair was shaved on the left side and fell onto his face, on the other and his grey eye looked into mine.

His grey eyes.

"Let go of me!" I yelled, strengthening my ice to the ground. In a moment of strength, I tossed him off myself. That's when I caught sight of his face.

Blonde hair, grey distant eyes.

"You attacked me." I sputtered, backing up for a moment. He looked pained by those words.

"It-it wasn't me. I can explain." He sat back a little from me. As if he didn't trust me.

We both just watched each other from opposite sides of the couch. Waiting for the other to crack first.

"I was brainwashed, I think. Something controlled me, I remember doing it. There was some kind of buzzing in my head. I-I can't, um, explain it but, I didn't want to. I'm so sorry." I looked into his eyes for a moment, I took a breath.

I believed him. I don't know why, I had no reason to but I did.

"Are you ok?" I asked. He looked at me with large puppy eyes. He just looked wounded, and confused.

"I don't know; I can't even remember my name." He looked over at me. "What is your name?"

"Mia, Mia Michelle Black." I told him, trying my own name. "And that's the main thing I can remember about myself at this precise moment."