The Black Prince & The White Prince

White Wind

Minhyun managed to tear off some tape he had found under the chair. He wasn't sure how he knew to do this but it wasn't like his knowledge was gone. Just the memories of human interaction and such was. He laid down again, clutching the tape in his palms and closing it so the old man wouldn't see it. He shut his eyes and got ready for his plan. His plan was simple. Get the crystals, get the machine working and try to understand what was actually going on here. He felt as though there was no way his memories could only contain one girl and no one else of importance.

He wasn't sure how long he waited but when he heard the footsteps, he knew it was time. The moment the footsteps walked pass him and fell into silence, he peeked up as he did before and quickly got up. He faced his back to the door and opened it, slowly sliding the tape over the jamb where the door knob part met the wall. He had to be accurate about this or it was pretty much a failure anyways. Once he was sure about it, he shut the door and was glad the door didn't swing open. He headed back to the carpet and this time, propped himself up to look at the old man instead of going back to sleep. The old man turned around and noticed him.

"You're awake. Come then," he said, motioning Minhyun to get up onto the chair. Minhyun obeyed and took a seat, heart slightly beating faster as he hoped his plan would work out well. He closed his eyes and let the memory take him over as usual. It was the one with the book again and nothing different really happened. Just a rerun of the first time he had of the memory. He opened his eyes when it ended and watched the old man do the same thing again. He sat there quietly, removing the helmet and placing it on the chair. The old man didn't think anything of his silence and just picked up the bucket.

"See you tomorrow," Minhyun said out of politeness. The old man nodded and headed out, opening and closing the door without much hesitation. Minhyun waited for awhile before checking the balcony to see the old man cross the building to get to the other side. He waited until he was out of sight before heading to the door. He turned the knob and was really glad to find that his plan worked and he could get out from the room. The only other real problem was he didn't know where the crystals would be kept but somehow, he didn't think that would be a problem.

He waited for a couple more minutes before he slowly crossed the building. He looked around the place. It was really quiet, he noticed. That's when it hit him. There was no noise. No birds. No plane noises like those he heard in his memory. No other human resided in the building. His suspicion only grew more. He made it to the door and then realised something else. It never really got dark here. The sky was always this blue. He was only able to keep track of the day using his sleep and hunger but he couldn't remember ever seeing night fall upon the place.

He looked at the door knob and tried to peek in. He couldn't see much so he tried the knob. Luckily for him, it was unlocked. He wondered if it was because the other didn't think he would try to sneak out anyways. He looked inside the room and noticed it was very similar to the one he was in but without the fancy machine. There was a chair and also what struck him as an ice box which was honestly the only place he could search in the room. There was another door leading elsewhere but Minhyun could guess that's where the old man came in and out from. He headed to the ice box and opened it, feeling slight relied wash over him as a bunch of crystals were laid before his eyes.

He quickly grabbed as many as he could, using the cardigan to wrap them up so he could carry more than just what two hands were capable of. The warning not to overdose slipped him mind as he rushed back to the room after making sure everything looked untouched. He quickly got the machine to work and placed one crystal on its holder. The rest, he just dumped it into the machine itself since he had noticed the old man doing that before. Maybe it would work. Maybe it wouldn't. Either ways, Minhyun couldn't wait any longer. He sat down, took a deep breath and placed the helmet off.

He was ready. Hopefully.

The bridge appeared again with the same fog covering the area. Minhyun felt a wave of exasperation course through him. How? Why? Didn't he already up the dosage? He ran towards the building but before he could push the door open, it swung open and a huge gust of wind started blowing out from within. He had to lift his hands to cover himself.

When the wind settled, he was back at the amusement park. He looked around, realising he could move without restrictions. The girl appeared and he ran ahead this time, trying to escape from the memory but it only fast forwarded itself.

"No. What's going on?" He panicked and they were sitting down. She turned to him and smiled and uttered the three words. "No. I don't even know who you are. Please, stop!"

A flash and he was on the couch with her sleeping beside him. He almost stood up but something held him down. He looked at the book that seemed glued to his hand. The words all faded until it was only a blank page. Then as though someone shot it with a huge pile of ink, the words 'WAKE UP! REMEMBER!' was splattered on. Then he fell again.

The phone call. He put the phone to his ear, exited the building with a happy smile.

"Wake up. Hwang Minhyun," a voice spoke from the phone, sending chills down his spine. He ripped the phone from his ear to look at the caller but the screen was all black. He put the phone back to his ear.

"Who is this?" He asked but only a static noise came through before a huge gust of wind made him shut his eyes again.

When he opened it, he was inside the palace like building. The door was shut behind him and his clothes were different. Although they were different, Minhyun felt a fondness towards them. The black turtleneck. The armor plating. He touched it, feeling familiarity towards it. Then he turned to the spiralling stairs. This is it.