The Impact

Chapter 1

"Let's go home," I whisper. I can't see straight. My eyes are blurry and I can barely feel my legs underneath me. I want to go-----where is home? I can't think of it. I can't picture it yet I know I want to be there. I don't have the strength for anything. Breathing is a struggle as though my very lungs are foreign to me.

"Okay, it's okay, we're gonna go home," the man carrying me says. The man. I should know him. He's carrying me out of the water. His arms are strong wrapped around me and he presses his face against my cheek to kiss it. He clings to me very tightly. 

There are other people here talking to me some touching me. But their faces, though they glow with familiarity, are foreign to me. I cannot place them. I do not know them. But more that I'm weak. I'm so so weak. I have this vauge feeling, a memory, of fighting hard to get here. of---dying and coming back, conquering all to be back here. With them? Why? And where was I? My mouth is so dry and my head is spinning so badly I just want to close my eyes but if I do I'll fall again.

"Ian? Ian stay awake for me, are you okay?" the man is asking me.

"I----I think so," I say, trying to talk my voice sounds really strange. And it hurts. "What happened to me?" Ian is my name? That doesn't sound right but I can't think of what my name is so I'm going with it. It must be.

"You had a seizure, we don't know why, we think this---monster was trying to hurt you, but you're safe now," the man carrying me says, squeezing me.

"Yeah, let's just get you out of the water," another man who is sort of helping carry me, says. 

"I can---I can stand," I say, stumbling and clearly I can't. My feet trip over themselves like I don't know how to use them.

"Lean on me," hands pull me up right again.

"I had a seizure?" I look at the one who said it.

"That's what it seemed like, yes, why? Do you remember anything?" he asks, frowning. He's splattered with blood----both of them are. One isn't wearing a shirt. We're all soaked to the skin. I shiver.

"No," I say ruefully, "Nothing."

"Nothing about what happened?"

"No, I actually don't know my own name," I admit. That sends many many people into something of a panic. They start tripping over themselves to explain to me what's going on and how they are all related to me. They do this over the course of us stumbling up the beach, and being found by some people in strange tan suits, who haul us all back to a big building.

What happened and who are, as I understand it, is as follows:

I have three fathers. Two of them raised me, one didn't know about me till like three hours ago because my mom didn't tell him because she didn't want him killed like we all nearly were by some monster thing that somehow cosmically nearly killed me. okay. I have an aunt whose husband's face got eaten, a sort of aunt who works with my dad who I've known my entire life, apparently. I have a little brother who was also kidnapped by the monster things. And there's an FBI agent (whatever that is) who is somehow attached to us. And I have a little sister by my two dads I'm just assuming she's not theirs biologically I think that's not a thing but my brain hurts. I also have a younger sister by the brand new dad. And I have a very very attractive girlfriend.

"Just rest," very very attractive girlfriend is sitting next to me on a bed petting my wet hair. Various dads have been in and out staring at me, confirming I don't know who they are, getting clean clothes (one of them didn't have a shirt) and arranging to leave apparently we don't live here.

"You have no memory of what happened to you?" FBI asks. I think that might be his name now I'm not sure.

"I fought to be here," I say, "I don't even know what that means, but that's what it feels like."