Everything remains as it never was

[etiainen]

“All these people, lookin‘ at me as if I was some kind of weirdo...What gives?” he says to himself, feeling indescribably nervous and anxious… Suddenly he sees a dark-skinned, muscular man with long black dreadlocks approaching him…he certainly didn’t like his hand being place on top of a very suspicious object. Suddenly, the dreadlocked man’s facial expression changed and the man rapidly accelerated. “Oh no oh no, this isnae goin’ ta end well…” he whimpers quietly as the man keeps getting closer. Before he manages to turn his head for any prospective escape routes that would give him at least a few minutes of survival, the man grabs him.

“Uhh…can’t..breathe…ribs…So this is it? Death by crushin’…eh…wait…is this man…huggin’ me??”

As the dark-skinned man releases him, he stumbles and falls backwards on to his back. The man’s familiar voice has triggered another wave of headaches and fragments firing by in his head, but he manages to shake it off for now and slowly stands up. “You…yer…voice…is familiar…we knew each-other, didnn’ we?” he looks at the dark-skinned with a puzzled look. “I remember…something…but only parts…I…” he lowers his eyes to the ground…So this was it? This is where he left off? At Islay, the secret Gaian base? Was he a Gaian? A terrorist? Now that he thinks about it, does he really want to know what his past was? What if his past was written in blood? Then again…He has to start somewhere…Does he really have a choice? He NEEDS to know who he is…

He raised his head back at the dark-skinned man: “What did ya say my name was again?”

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