the marked ones

Who Am I

The morning was cold with a low fog around the ally. It was silent, except for the young man who was just awaking. As he awoke dazed and confused a name popped into his head. "Charles" He silently murmured clenching his head for the support of his splitting headache. After a few of walking around the streets that were littered with decorations, streamers, and other party supplies The cops pulled up and in strange voices asked; "whooo are youuu to tresss pass on crows land."

"My names Charles." He said quickly and quite hastily for he didn't know his name. That was the only name he knew.

"Coommmeee with ussss. Massterrrr will wannnt to seeee you." Their voices were harsh, but sharp.

Charles thought of the possible outcomes, but none looked good. He could run, but they have a car and they both looked like they could outrun him quickly and easily.

I guess I have no choice, he thought. He went to open the back door when it popped open. If that wasn't weird enough at the first glimpse of the back seat he could of sworn he'd seen a young man smiling at him.

Once they had reached the police station he was taken in and treated like a regular criminal. He was tested, searched, tested again, and then given his stuff back.

On a bench in the lobby staring out of the door he noticed a glimpse of light coming from his right like a signal. It was so bright that when he looked directly at it he was temporarily blinded. After the light died down he saw a calendar with X's leading up to what looked like was today; January 1st 2019.

A few hours passed and a police officer with a donut filled belly came and asked him to follow. He looked in a trance because he had no facial expressions at all and rolled back eyes that Charles was sure wasn't normal.

He got up and followed him to an Interigation room where a one way mirror was on a wall and a table with two chairs were at. In the seat that had the mirror behind it was a muscular tall African American man with a buzz cut and a long black leather coat that was caught under his butt on the seat.

"Come in and sit." The man had a smile on his face that would've been welcoming except for the long scar over it that made him look like a sinister villain.

Against his judgment Charles sat down in the last chair in front of the man. the man turned to the police officer and said something in a weird language that some how Charles understood.

"Make sure that no one goes into the room behind the mirror." The policeman turned around and left us alone to what was expected to guard the room. "Sorry for the inconvenience, we just have a few questions before we let you go." He was now looking at Charles with a curious look like I was a weapon that he could use but he didn't know how to. "According to the report you have no recognition of who you are or where your from. Is this true?" Charles studied him and saw no intention of hate or resentment that for some reason he felt odd about. Like he was used to being resented

"All I know is that my name is Charles." He exclaimed with a pleading tone                                           
"I see. So you have no memory of anything but your name. This is weird." Charles was thinking the same thing. He didn't trust this guy, but he couldn't think of a better answer. "Roll up your sleeve for me a sec." As Charles did The room seemed to be getting darker like something was sucking the light out of it. On his forearm was a birthmark that looked like a dragon. "As I  suspected. You are one of us. I will be back in a few minutes. All your questions will be answered then, Stay here and do not leave." He got up and walked to the door opening and then closing the it behind him.

Charles was to scared to move. He had no clue why but the birthmark on his arm gave him the chills. Like it would bring him great sorrow eventually. As he sat there Charles stared steadily at the birthmark wondering what would happen next.
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This is an idea that I've been working on for a year now. It is unfinished, but I promise the outcome will not disappoint. If you have any ideas or thoughts, please text me or leave a comment and I'll see all ideas. Thank you for reading.