A tall, handsome man leans over me. Dressed in a fancy black suit and a black and white striped tie. His brown scrutinizing eyes glare at me like I have just committed a horrible crime. Which possibly I have; because I don't remember any thing, except for that I am alone in the world, I am 18, my name is Hale, and that my parents died in a crash. I look around at my surroundings, and am bewildered at what I see. I am in a hard metal dental chair with straps looping over my waist and ankles. Beside me lies a wicked almost torture looking device with arms topped with scalpels and other devices, protruding from either side. The metal walls on all sides chill me to the bone and I start to shiver violently. The man speaks and I am momentarily snapped out of my daze.
"What's your name?" asked the man.
I tried to answer but it's like someone has smeared peanut butter on the inside of my mouth, leaving it sticky and tough. This time the man shouted louder in a more hurried tone.
"What the hell is your name?"
"H...ha..."
"Well? Spit it out!"
"Hale" I finally coughed.
He whispered- "Dammit." before walking over to a wall of metal and sliding it open.
"Wait!" I cried " Take me with you!"
He answered in a voice that was as monotone as a robot.
"Can you fight?"
I thought a while, racking my brains for the answer to that simple yes or no question.
"Umm, no sir, I don' t know how. I don't remember anything other than waking up to your face."
His face contorted, clearly puzzled then loosening into a state of realization,
"You survived the Speaking."
"What?" Now it's my turn to be confused.
His eyes widen, and hurried over to me seeming to be moving with a new purpose, a new idea in his head, willing him to move with further urgency. He came and unstrapped me. Then started shoving me into a standing position and towards the sliding metal door. I stumble and fall, my hands hitting the floor before the man has a chance to catch me. I stagger back to my feet but I am unbalanced and uncoordinated.
"Easy now." says the man.
"I never did catch your name," I say uneasily.
He chuckles before saying, "My name is Drake Parker. Now we have to move it kid."
///boom cliffhanger bitches.
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Forgotten
Teen Fiction2 teens have been wiped of their memories. In the desperate hope of getting their lives back they agree to train and fight as soldiers in a war with an enemy unknown. They will fight to survive both their forgotten pasts and hauntings as well as the...
