Amnesia: Chapter 2

I woke up in a brightly lit room. From the bed I was in, I realized that I was in a hospital. My mind was racing, and then stopped as I saw the other person in the room

She was a young nurse of average height. Her hair was long, brown and wavy, and was tied in a loose braid. Her lips were a bright cherry red from lipstick. She had a slim figure and breasts that were full and round, though not extremely large. She wore a white nurse's outfit including a small white hat. She wore black shoes with no heels.

Man, she's cute, I thought. But what am I doing here?


"Um, excuse me miss..." I started

"Oh good, you're awake!" She said in a cheerful voice. "You've been asleep for quite a while, which is not surprising, you've suffered a huge amount of blood loss. Must have been some duel you were in! But you'll be fine, I patched up your wounds just fine!"

I looked down, and to my surprise, there was a bunch of white bandages over my wound. The pain was mostly gone as well.

"Thank you, uh..." I said.

"My name's Vera" she replied.

"Thank you, Vera! You're probably wondering my name too. It's... It's... Man, I can't place it! I can't remember anything before I woke up and finished off my attacker! This is disturbing." I said.

"Hm... I think you have a case of amnesia here. Perhaps you suffered some sort of blunt force trauma in the fight."

"It's possible," I replied. Amnesia... Just great, I thought. "It's weird, I also keep predicting events just before they happen. It's the only reason I survived that battle." I said.

Vera raised an eyebrow. "Huh, that's strange. But back to the first problem. You don't even remember your name?"

"No," I replied.

"Try to remember. What's the first name you can think of?"

Suddenly a name popped into my head. "John Cooper." I said. "That seems right, but I still don't remember anything."

"Let's see. Follow me." She led me to a sink with a mirror. "Does your reflection help to jog your memory?"

I was greeted with an unfamiliar face. I was apparently tall with dark brown hair. My skin was slightly tan, and my eyes were brown. It felt weird, for this face was completely new to me with my memory loss.

"No," I said.

"Hm... I'll have to look into amnesia a bit more, so why don't you come back tomorrow?"

"Sure," I said. Suddenly, another feeling of fear hit me. Without thinking, I exclaimed "Hit the ground!" and then threw myself at Vera, knocking her off her feet and to the floor next to a lab table. A second later, the hospital exploded around us in a deafening roar.

When the blast stopped, we sat up, surrounded by a pile of rubble where a building once stood.

"How did you know... Who did this?!... What about the others?!... Ahh!!" She said, too emotional for complete thoughts, and collapsed into my arms, crying.

Not knowing what to say, I just held her close.

Eventually she calmed down enough to say: "Thank you, John for saving me. But now, what to do? I don't believe this, that everything I knew is suddenly gone..." Her words trailed off into sobs.

"Don't worry, you'll get through this. I'll stay here to help you," I said.

"Thank you," she replied.

We just sat there, trying to sort out everything that just happened. The sun could be seen over the rubble of the hospital and I realized that it was daybreak. We sat up and just gazed at the beautiful red-orange sky and hoped for the best.

Amnesia: Chapter 1

I woke up in a pool of blood. I felt the world spin as my body realized that I was lying on my side, ear in a huge puddle of red. But before I could ponder my situation, a metal blade landed in the dirt two inches in front of my face.

Without thinking, fear told my body what to do. I quickly stood up and grabbed the metal blade, which turned out to be a sword. As I did, I felt an intense, stinging pain in my side. However, I was too busy acting on instinct to think about it.

I whirled around and charged at my attacker. How I knew he was behind me was beyond my thoughts at the moment. He was a bald man, with deeply tanned skin. He looked like he was a skilled swordsman, yet not particularly strong physically, he was rather skinny. He held a sword identical to mine. He looked surprised as I charged toward him. I had a feeling he would block my strike, so at the last second, I raised my sword and chopped down, knocking his sword to the ground, yet I kept mine aimed at his chest. Still moving forward, I felt the tip of my sword pierce his skin and sink into layers of flesh as blood began to flow from his wound. As the blade reached the air after exiting the back of the man's torso, he slouched over dead on the sword. I let go and watched him fall to the ground.

Lifting my hands to my face, I saw they were both unfamiliar and coated in blood.

A number of questions popped into my head. Where am I? Who am I? Why can't I remember anything? How did I know every detail of that battle before it happened? And why is my side in so much pain?


I looked down at my side and saw a huge gash that was pouring out blood. I didn't feel anything as I hit the ground, I had already passed out.

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