Since You've Been Gone ~ A Sokeefe Fanfiction DISCONTINUED

Chapter 8: Deja Vu

I have a surprise for y'all...

Fitz POV

•~One Month Later~•

He didn't know where he was. He didn't know what he was. He didn't even know who he was. But he did know a girl. She had long blond hair, and a light complexion. She had a smile that lit up her whole face. But her eyes. Her eyes...they were strange. They weren't the normal blue, but they were a chocolate brown color. They had small flecks of gold spread out unevenly.

The girl also had many talents. She could teleport, and read minds. She could understand and speak any language fluently. She could enhance others' talents, and she was humble.

He knew who she was. Her name was Sophie.

Sophie. The name triggered something in his mind. Memories, he thought, that's what these are. There were memories of him hugging the girl. Taking the girl out to a city that was underwater. Memories of them being stuck in cots for weeks in a strange room. Memories of her clutching a stuffed elephant while he led her down a hallway in a ridiculously huge house.

He was pulled out of his mountain of memories by a flash.

"Dinner time, Pretty Boy," said the voice. He recognized the woman, but he didn't know where he remembered her from.

It was a strange feeling of Deja Vu. Like when you go to school and your friend says something stupid, but it feels like they said the same thing in the same way yesterday.

He looked up at the woman. She had icy blue eyes, and dirty blond hair. She had sharp features, and scars were visible where her black cloak didn't cover. He noticed something on the sleeve, a patch of an eye with a circle around it. It felt so familiar, but he couldn't place it.

A man cane into the room, holding a body. It was limp, and he would've thought they were dead if he hadn't seen their chest rise and fall with each breath.

The man and woman left the girl in the cell, and left. They, unfortunately, closed the door behind them.

The body began to stir, and by the voice he could tell it was a girl. She sounded around the age of 20-30, but something else made her sound so much older than that.

She shifted, and she looked familiar. But, like everything that felt familiar, he couldn't quite place her face.

She opened her eyes, and he was shocked to see them. They were bright, and the color seemed almost impossible. That shade of—

"Fitz?"

Word count: 498

Yes. He's alive. And it kills me to say it. For those of you who read my Author's Notes, I don't think I have writers block anymore. It was kinda hard to figure out how to write this, and it didn't really come out the way I wanted it to. It's ALSO unedited. But whatever. I'm kinda loosing interest in the story, so if you have any ideas please let me know! I'm trying to post chapters guys, just bare with me. Sorry it's short!

Happy Holidays! Peace✌🏻