A Frozen Dream [On Pause]

Chapter 1: Awakening

Beep.... beep.... beep..

That was the sound of his watch that sounded that got him to regain consciousness as he was lying on the ground. As soon as Sirius opened his eyes, he saw that the laboratory he was in was a mess. Papers had been thrown everywhere and a lot of bottles had been thrown about. As he tried to get up, he felt a pain in his best. He pulled his shit up a bit and saw that there was a bruise mark there. When... how..? Only then, did he realize that he didn't remember anything. He tried to remember what happened the last time he was conscious. Nothing. He tried to remember the friends he had and people who knew him. Nothing. He tried to remember what he was doing here. Another nothing. However, he knew that if he was in a lab, other people were bound to be here. He tried calling out to anyone.

"Hello? Anyone here-?"

His voice faltered as he tried getting up, feeling a pain shoot through his chest. What had exactly hit him in the chest, he did not know. All he knew was that he needed to find help and that he wasn't stuck in one of those experimental labs that he saw in horror movies. He grunted as he stood up, noting he still had his sense of horrid imaginations. He took a few steady steps and saw that he should be fine as long as he didn't exert himself too much. He looked for others who might also be knocked out, but what he saw horrified him. On the ground, there were people who had been shot through either the chest or the head. Multiple times as that. He stood there, aghast at what he saw until he head a voice from the other side of the room.

"Sirius... is that you..?"

He turned his head towards the sound of the voice. It sounded familiar to him, but he couldn't remember who it belonged to at all, much less a name. He walked towards the man lying on the ground, who was a man way older than him. Seemed to be in his 50's. Sirius walked over slowly, trying to keep the pain on his chest from overtaking him. Once he reached the old man, he knelt down next to him.

"Is that my name? If so, please tell me what happened here. I don't remember anything that's happened and it's... slowly scaring me."

"By god... they really have done it.."

"Who's "they"? I need answers."

"Chernobog. They erased your memory, just as you have discovered the cure."

"The cure? The cure to what? I need full answers, please!"

The old man on the floor coughed and Sirius saw that there was blood oozing out from his chest. He quickly panicked and put pressure on the gunshot wound. No, he couldn't let him die. The man was the only link he had to his memory. However, saving him was futile. Despite his memory loss, he still knew that the old man's death was inevitable. The man put a chest on Sirius's wrist.

"Don't bother.... I'll.. die anyway. Whatever you do, Sirius Nakamura.. don't let anyone tell you who you are.. you must figure that out yourself, or else they'll just use you.. Now run, they'll be coming soon."

".........."

With those words, the old man on the floor's hand fell limp on the floor. It seemed that he had bled out and was already bleeding out before Sirius came to him. Slowly falling back in shock, he saw the blood in his hand from the wound. This wasn't real. He would wake up soon from his dream. He prayed that this was a dream, but he knew otherwise. There was no time to waste. According to the old man, "they" would be back soon. He had no idea who they were supposed to be, but he did know that he had to get out or else he would end up like everyone else in the room. 

As soon as he got up, he heard something break in the hallway. He heard the sound of people coming in. Panicking, he quickly walked back to his desk, ignoring the pain. He grabbed a mask from the table he was at and quickly put it on, assuming it was his. He took a quick look around, realizing the footsteps were getting closer and saw an emergency back exit. He ran to it with all he had, with the pain almost causing him to black out and tackled the door with his arm. The door opened and just because it was his luck of the day, it led to a ledge with a waterfall.