Austin Whomped and More

I Owe The Purple Moon

MALE CHARACTER POV:

'DO NOT ENTER'
'BEWARE'
'DANGER ZONE'

"Umm Jordy, I really think that we should go back home!" Maggie shouted from behind the fairly big rock that separates the good part of the forest from the dangerous one.

"Oh come on Mags! Don't be a pussy! You promised that we'll go to the Dark Forest when I turn 16, and today is my birthday, so you better not bail on this one!" I shout back at her from the other side of the rock.

"I know, I know! But the sun is setting and I don't really like to be in way more darker Dark Forest!" 

"Ughh! No! I will not go back home! If you want to go, then go!"

"Please Jordan! What will I tell your father if I go home alone: 'Oh hey Uncle Steve! You know your son Jordan decided that it would be a glorious idea if I just ditch him in the Dark Forest when the first Purple Moon in ages is going to appear! And did I mention that your 16 year old son is in the DARK FOREST during a freakin' PURPLE MOON where any mythical God damned creature sees him as the best prey EVER!"

"Of course not Maggie! That'll put us both in trouble! Just tell him I'm having a sleepover at John's!" I told her.

"OH MY STARS!!! Just stay where you are, I'll go get Luca! But knowing your brother he'll either get you out of here or go with you! Though I bet this time he'll be super pissed because I interrupted his work!" She said exasperated and annoyed.

I heard her footsteps recede away from the rock until I couldn't hear them anymore. I debate whether or not I stay put in my place as Maggie ordered. But this is me we're talking about-Jordan Fay, user of the Time Element, possibly the son of Steve Fay, the Dragon Element user! It's time I take action. I can't stand these people anymore. So I decide that I really have nothing to risk- and I take several steps forward.

I don't really remember anything about myself before the age of 10. Apparently, I went through a traumatic experience so bad that Steve had to get a Memory Element user to wipe my memory. Something about PTSD and other stuff that I don't really bother remembering. And when I say 'wipe my memory' I literally mean 'wipe my memory'. After the wipe happened, I recognized no one and I had to be sedated for almost a month since I had been continuously lashing out violently at the practical strangers in front of me.

According to the people that used to know me, I was energetic, kind, happy, and a bunch of crap that I find impossible to feel nowadays. Even though my memories were wiped, their phantom touches still lingered on. The frustration of having the memories so close yet so far. Like a cup of water that's going to overflow within a moment's notice. It's annoying!

I didn't trust any of the people that 'I know'. I still don't. But if I wanted to leave that bland, boring, maddening, monstrosity of a room, then I had to show signs of improvement. Every single description that family members described my past self as, I absorbed. Putting on a mask that I worked on making to near perfection.

Luca, Maggie, 'Dad'- I don't know these people and I won't trust these people. For all I know, I got abducted by some psychos that wiped my memories out of me and I'm supposed to be a replacement of a boy named Jordan that died in a tragic accident and I'm his doppelgänger. A bit too much? Eh, whatever. A lot of users that have manipulation elements exist so I'm not wrongly paranoid and distrustful.

It's a scary thing. I don't even know if my name is Jordan. How do I know that 'Greg Wallrus' isn't my possible, actual, real name. To be honest I really want to be called Stephen Gale, I don't know why, but to me this name is pleasing. I never did look like a Jordan anyways. To me at least. I always imagined a Stephen to have a specific complexion. Dark eyes, black hair, a pale complexion, maybe? Which I am all. But I don't know. Maggie thinks a Stephen has hazel eyes, light brown hair, and is tanned. While Luca thinks a Stephen is blonde and blue eyed. But whatever.