Forever

Why Did This Happen?

The first sensation I feel when my mind begins working coherently is something tight tied around my head, blotting out the light I know is there. My first instinct is to kick, and so I do, to be rewarded with a low groan from who I can identify is Adam.

"What the hell?"

I am about to respond, opening my mouth, when I realize something is stuffed - Quite uncomfortably, if I am allowed to have an opinion at that.- In my mouth. It wracks my jaw with cramps and tightens the muscles in my neck like a noose.

"Yeah, learning you can't talk now, are you? Ah, well, your British accent always got on my nerves, anyway."

That irritates me enough I ignore the gag and utter through the fabric, "I am not British!"

But apparently he hears a series of low grunts and gasps.

"What's that, trying to speak?"

Something wraps itself into the gag and rips it away, so fast and sharp pain explodes down the lower half of my skull. Instantly, I rephrase my sentence.

"I'm not British; I'm Welsh."

"Oh, my apologies. You don't screw up your Ts, now that I-"

I deliver a sharp (And accurately aimed) kick to his stomach and spring to my feet. But... I left out the fact that they were bound to the chair, loosely tied together. The end result is a few knocked out teeth and pain to fit the Devil. Now it's my turn to be kicked.

"Get up, you're getting blood on the floor."

I appreciate his obvious 'Caring' trait and struggle to sit up, spitting out blood and glinting white.... I wish they were rocks. Adam chuckles darkly and crouchs next to me, picking up the three little teeth.

"Do tell, good doctor; What are they made of?"

"Enamel..... Dentine." I spit in his face- A mix of saliva and ruby blood. He jumps back with a snarl and knees me in the stomach, specifically my diaphram, and I grip my torso, with hands I forgot were free. Adam looms over me, sensible in the darkness, and heaves me from the ground by my shoulders. Instantly the stiffness stretches the muscles in my back and I exhale, the pain waking me up from my stupor.

"You're free to go. But one more thing........" Something cold digs into my neck and his voice startles me, closer to my ears. "...... I lied about the coins...... Goodbye." He pauses. "For now."

I hear a click, and memories shoot through my head. Abraham as a boy, the fires, the yelling, pain, pain, pain, Abigail! I catch a glimpse of her and for a moment feel the warmth of her lips against mine, then it's gone and I'm awake, awake and alive once more........

Except for being three feet under the surface of the water.

My lungs burning, I kick as hard as I can and come up sputtering and choking on the bitter water of the Hudson. I remember Abigail, and that one kiss I was allowed.......

The memory disappears and I am left with nothing, a memory of a memory, one could call it. You know it happened, you know you once remembered it, but you can't recall what it was, what it was for. Frustrated behind my limit, I raise my head to the night sky and scream as loud as I can.

"Aaaaadaaaaaaaaaamm!!!"