Amnesia- Chapter 2

Chapter 2

“Did you put him in solitary? I don’t want him escaping.  We can’t afford to loose him again,” called a deep mysterious voice.

“Yes, Sir,” he responded with as he stood at attention, “It’s all taken care of.  He is unconscious and is waiting in the infirmary.”

“Excellent.  Lets proceed with the plan. Follow me.”

The two slowly paced down the dark, damp corridor.  They veered left  and continued on until they arrived at a small, hidden room.
The door was slightly ajar and there was a monotonous buzz of broken electronics humming in the background.  The soldier peered his head into  the room, carefully examining its content.  At that moment, he felt a qualm in the pit of his stomach.  His mouth went agape and a look of sheer awe registered on his face.  Nervously, he turned around, locking eyes with the dark figure.

“Haddix, Sir?” he began, “It appears that our captive has...well...take a look for yourself.”

Haddix observed the empty, lifeless room. He turned around and grinned. “Well, lets just say...”

He unholstered a pistol and and pulled the trigger.

“You are fired.”

He kicked the door in frustration and screamed. Stomping down the hall, he whipped out a walkie-talkie and barked, “Code Red! Code Red! Our John Doe has escaped! Lock down all exits!”

The Beginnings of a Novel- Amnesia

Memory- the ability to recall past experiences.  It is a simple, yet vital capability that we all take for granted; one that could be easily taken away from us in an instant.

Chapter 1

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

I slowly opened my eyes to glaring lights overhead, like bright suns just an arms-length away.  My eyes stung as they struggled to adjust from the eternal darkness.  My temples throbbed and every part of my body ached.  I slowly began to move; pain rushed to every nerve in my body.  I wailed in agony in an attempted to subdue the pain.

Slowly, I began to piece together my surroundings. A could see machinery and monitors of all types filed along each side of the cramped room I was in.  They each showed a different image- some on X-rays, some of wavering numbers.  Each one had a distinct sound, all in a discordant harmony. 

I gingerly lifted myself up, despite the pain.  I could see that something was peculiar about this place.  It eerily resembled a nightmare I one had- or maybe it was deja vu.  There was a voice in the back of my mind telling me to get out of there. 

I stumbled towards the door, my bare feet pacing over cold, glistening tiles.  But I stopped myself.  I had been in so much torment that I did not realize a major problem.  I did not remember what had caused me to end up in this unusual setting.  This one thought lead to a million questions, but the last one was striking.

Who was I?...