𝐈𝐧 which a confused amnesiac uses weed to fix his problems not knowing it will lead to finding his soulmate.
(𝘛𝘝𝘋 𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘚𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺)
𝘍𝘪𝘯𝘯 𝘔𝘪𝘬𝘢𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘰𝘯
#5 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚎𝚕 5 - 10 - 2020
Daniel lived a pretty hard life. He was on the streets, begging for money. Constantly prostituted himself just to make money, and on occasion he'd sell drugs to get cash.
Well that was before the accident, the accident that turned his entire life around.
It went a bit like this...
𝚁𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝙲𝚒𝚝𝚢, 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎. 2033
Daniel had been walking around the small city he lived in. He didn't really care that he was on the streets. It had always been this way since he was ten.
All Daniel cared for was getting food and not getting liquids on his face. Sometimes he'd get one and sometimes he'd get the other. It depended on the day.
He didn't hear the screeching until it was too late.
𝚁𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝙲𝚒𝚝𝚢, 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎. 2033
Bright lights caused a man to groan. His eyes opened and all he could see was white.
"Hello?" He croaked, voice harsh from lack of water and usage.
Suddenly a lady with scrubs on walked into the room.
"You're awake good. Can you by chance tell me your name?" the man shook his head. "What about where you are?" another shake. "Hmm, I'll be right back."
The woman walked out of the room only being gone for a few minutes before walking back in with a man.
"This is Doctor Williams, he's just going to ask you a few questions and then we'll leave you alone ok." the patient's head nods.
"Hi there, my name is Doctor Zach Williams. Do you by chance remember anything before today?"
"No I don't, I have slight glimpses of things but I don't remember anything specific." Dr. Williams nods along before opening his mouth.
"Well, do you remember any name. Just so we can put a name to a face and identify you." The man nodded his head.
"The last name I can seem to pull is the name Finn. But I know it's not my name."
"We will call you Finn until we get another name." suddenly the nurse speaks up.
"Sir, we do still need to keep you under supervision so that you don't get into trouble. Is this ok?" 'Finn' nodded his head. "Great."
𝙵𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝, 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 2033
On the other side of France witches are chanting.
Then a hand appears to grow from ashes they had taken from New Orleans. More limbs start to grow as the ash decreases. Soon a naked body lays where the ash used to.
Groans are heard and before the person could stop himself he disappears from his spot before reappearing behind one of the witches and drinking her dry.
And then he's gone.
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᯾𝔸𝕦𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕣𝕤 ℕ𝕠𝕥𝕖᯾
So this is the prologue to my shitty one shot. I already love Daniel and can not wait for my plans to carry out. And since this is a short story it will be a fast burn. But since I'm me Tᕼᗴᖇᗴ ᗯIᒪᒪ ᗷᗴ TᗯIՏTՏ so you're whale cum.
