Let us start an online story. Just type a a reply to continue the story I begin. I think this would be so much fun. Let us begin:

Title: Lost in the Hallow Streets


A normal looking fourteen year old wakes up in a Fresno hospital. He looks around the room, sits up, but cannot figure out why he is in the hospital. Come to think of it; he doesn't even know who he is.
He gets up and walks into the bathroom. He looks at himself and into his forest green eyes. He brushes his short brown hair to the left to see twenty stitches climbing across his forehead.

(btw isn't this just rp? :A) <---lolz, double chin---and If i join, i'm not actually making any actual thing that i'll be here for the ever. :T welp...and it has no direction/plot? okay then

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"Hey, how you doing, champ?" Golden haired, mellow and staid Aleida Welle clambered into the room. Her voice was coarse and dry from a previous sore-throat, but she dealt with the pain and the awkward cracks. " How's my little cousin doing?" She burst through the bathroom door after not finding her green-eyed cousin in his bed. " I've been waiting for quite some time, you know."

huh sounds fun

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The boy dosn't respond at first, and only stares at the woman blankly."Whats wrong?" she asks as she extends out her arm and places her hand on his shoulder gently. The boy, in fear and confusion, backs into the bathroom wall, and clumsily slips onto the floor.

>>3 Ah, you have to reply without godmodding, bring in your own character /o/ Just don't use other people's characters and make them do motions they don't want to do. Either way, good start /o/ WOOOHOOOOOOO

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"What the hell was that for? Get up, you're going to get your pants dirty, and wash your hands," Aleida let out a hand, waiting to be grasped.

He doesn't wish to speak, but she shows no signs of leaving. There's something on her mind, something pressing. She looks tired, with dark rings under her eyes. He suspects she's stayed up one too many nights.

if its just one story its hard not to "godmod", if we had a new characters being added per post it'd be one big character collection, i think it would be okay if we tried to understand the character the person's going for and build off of that, but myeh. (if you dont like how i portray the charcter delet the post, also, im braindead for creativity right now)
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He stands up and dusts off his hospital gown. "I dont need your help, who are you anyway?"

i am righting i will soon be posting it and i will see what yall think. if i can find my old one i will post it and will get someone to draw it for me because its in anime form

The sudden hostility turned Aleida's good mood into confusion. There was just no way that her cousin could have amnesia, that only happened in movies, right? She blinked in disbelief as she made her response, "You really don't know who I am?"

"NO!" He yelled, "stay away from me!" He climbs in to the bathtub and grabbed a shampoo bottle aiming it at her head.

As he did. His cousin back's off " wooo...it's okay i won't hurt you. just put the shampoo bottle down. My name is sara your cousin." As his cousin finshed talking. Aleida had all ready squeashed the shampoo bottle.

As Aleida stood right infront of her cousing, with shampoo all over her, she could not belive what had happen. Her cousing put hir hands in his head. Little pices of memories star flashing back, but not enought to remember who the women infront of him was. Yeat another beautiful face came to his mind. She was...

A surge of memory seems to have collided, my head suddenly felt so heavy and a sensation of pain came as a wave. Long ember hair, ocean blue eyes...an image of a little girl with soft velvet skin. Who is she...? Sister... my...Sister?! "Where's my little sister?" Aleida shrieked. Sara looked puzzled? "Who?" ..."What did you did to her? Somethings wrong, I don't know you!" ...

Aleida was shocked at the mention of the girl and glanced sadly at the floor before replying.
"Ah, your sister.. She's actually been dead for three years now. She..." Aleida took a deep breath before continuing, "She was attacked by a serial killer a few states over when she was visiting our relatives." The boy calmed down a bit and looked sullenly at the floor. The only person he remembered was gone. Had been gone for several years. He looked up at Aleida in shock; /she doesn't look like she's lying/, he thought, /and she really doesn't seem like much of a threat. And she seems to know me. At the very least i can use her to get my bearings and figure things out./

I won't name him, don't know what to, so I'm gonna eep calling him the boy. Hope I don't ruin this story.

The boy stared at Aleida for a few more moments, then relaxed a bit. "Why am I in this hospital?" he finally breathed out. Aleida sighed, and replied back, suddenly seeming exasperated, "Why, you tried to kill yourself, of course. Or that's what it looked like. Now, why did you do it? Is there something you may feel guilty about, like you sister's death?

I thought Aleida was his name. Oh well lol


My head was spinning now. "W-what do you mean?" I cringed. "I tried to kill myself...? My sister..." She helped me to my feet. I stared at her deep silver eyes as she itched the back of head. "You know...After you killed her that is." Another unbearable wave of pain knocked me like a rag doll and being covered in shampoo didn't help. "What...did you...say? guhh-" My vision hazed by a dark, red blur. I turned my head towards the right of me and caught a glimpse of my scar on my forehead off the mirror. I gently rubbed it, "What did you guys do to me?" ...I lost my balance and my body touched the ground with a thud. How'd all this began?

(wait, he's the killer? I would think he wouldn't be allowed any visitors if he was the lead suspect. A danger, you know? And I love how this keeps switching narrative perspectives lol.)

Almost at once, I was surrounded by people. Some dressed in white and a few in blue were further off. Everything was a blur. I killed my sister? Can't be. I would never kill anyone; but I can't remember anything either. Ouch. Was that a needle? What was I just injected with? If I did kill my sister am I being put down? Whats going on? There are so many questions that I can't even hope to answer, let alone figure out with no memory.

Who WAS I before I lost my memory? I don't even know my own name.
The next thing I knew, I was back in the bed, and my vision was returning. The people in white turned out to be a few doctors and aides. The ones in blue were...police? Guess I wouldn't trust me either if I were in their shoes. I don't see Aleida anywhere either. Suddenly, I turn to a nearby cop.
"Uuh, excuse me...who am I? Whats this about me murdering my sister? I don't even know my sister; so how could I kill her?"

"Dont worry" a nice lady came in to the room. She were a gray suit. Her hair was brown, long and wavy. Her eyes were blue like the sky, wich I could see from the window in my hospital room. She had a smile that gave me a seens of tranquility. She came closer to me. "Can we ask you some questions" What did they whanted to know about. I could only remember my little sister, wich seemed I had kill. "About what" "OH dont worry is just some questions to know what happen that day when you cousing found you" "I'm sorry I really dont remember any thing" The women look straight into my eyes, then look at the flowers next to my bed. "It's fine, well come again to see if you remember any thing, until then rest and try to think about it" She left right after, so did the other police man, but still I didnt know what to do or what to think. Had I kill my own sister? Well that remain a mistery but for shure I wish this had never happen to star with...

Ooops, looks like I wrote in the wrong POV. I hope no one minds me writing a part again.

I fell back asleep after that, and by the time I had awoken, the moon shone through my hospital window. I got up and stumbled through the hospital door, but I didn't get much farther than that. A policeman sitting outside my door gripped my arm, maybe a little to tighly, and hissed in my ear "You're not going anywhere." Another cop came and stopped the cop holding me from doing any more that and said, "Leave him alone for now, Frank. We're not sure he did it." And with that, Frank the cop took me back to my hospital room bed and left. I didn't get up again.

Oops, I meant to say up there ^^ I didn't get up again for the rest of the night.

I laid in my bed for hours and the sun rose from the sky lit up the room, time ticked and I did not catch a wink last night... I was thinking. Searching through empty memories that weren't there. I scratched the scar on my forehead again. The only thing I can remember...The only thing that i can hang on to was that girl. A tiny little child with eyes that stretched for miles and skin as soft as velvet. And i killed her...No. They're lying...they're lying. No one in hell would I kill her or anyone for that matter. I need to find the truth, I need to find out what happened to me...I'm getting out of here. I got up to reached for the door handle. My hand stopped halfway and the handle began to turn. Sara's head popped out, "Where do you think you're going cuz?"

Whoops, i meant to say "No way in hell..." Up there ><

"Cuz? Like cousin?" I was confused and frustrated by this point, "How many of you ARE there? And why are you all here?" I didn't give her a moment to speak; my life was over if I didn't get out of here.

I was being framed and by the talk of the guards, I take it there is no evidence proving my innocence besides hopeful relatives I don't even know.
"Now, do you mind? I have to pee, or am I not allowed to do that, either?" From the little time I was in this hospital room, I've been observing and taking note of small almost insignificant things, but because of these observations, I know that these cops won't leave me alone at all;, getting up at night is apparently a threat; I'm treated differently than the other patients and talked about behind my back; and I'm under constant surveillance. The only privacy I have is the bathroom, so thats the only time I have to plan my escape and figure a way out through the bathroom. The bathroom on my floor is being cleaned, so I've been walking around trying to find the damn stairwell to the second floor. This is so frustrating, I know only one thing about myself that I know for sure, and thats that I'm innocent; and NOONE else seems to believe me. And another thing....I stop in my tracks, the rapid train of thoughts skidding to a stop.

"WHAT!" I turn around and yell at the girl from before. I didn't catch her name, so I'll call her second cousin for now. I hadn't realized she was so young, not much older than my supposedly dead sister. She looked up at me with this goofy grin, and then pointed to the left. "The stairs are that way, silly." I looked to my left and sure enough, there was a red stairwell sign. How could I have overlooked that. "I'm Sara by the way, Aleida's my big sis; she told me about your amnesia."

She must've seen my disgruntled face and the gears turning in my head; trying to process that she was another cousin, and the other one's sister (Its alot to understand when you don't even know your own name); because she started to speak again, and the next words she spoke confused me even more, and gave me hope.
"And, ya'know.....I know you're innocent." And at that she left me dumbstruck in the hallway, staring where she once stood.

-Holy cow, I really when to town with that post, I didn't think I wrote that much lol-

And I thought how does she know that i'm innocent and does she know anything about how i got here. After thing that i ran to find her.

OOC:
Alice, only hit the reply button one time even if it doesn't respond. If you hit it multiple times, it'll tell the server to submit it that many times even if the page doesn't change.

Use the [Del] button next to your excess posts too.

sorry for that. i didn't mean to post two times. wont happen again.

The boy tried his hardest to catch up to Sara, but she moved toward the conventional entrance which was conveniently guarded by two guards. It was a stretch, taking the stairs to ground level and out through the front door to safety sounded almost as good a plan as trying to pole vault a volcano. Regardless, he has no choice but to go to the ground level bathroom. He steps into the stairwell, a cop not too far behind, and enters into the ground floor lobby. Word apparently got out that this boy was suspected of murder, news teams from various television channels lined the street outside. The scene was almost too much to handle, did these people think that he was the perpetrator of the unspeakable crime he was being apparently framed for? All he wanted to do was find out what happened to him and his sister, why did he have amnesia, and why did Aleida's younger sister know more than anyone else he had met before? Too many questions and, the way things are going, not nearly enough time.

Speaking of which, the boy's bladder couldn't take a second longer and he made a hasty retreat to the nearest bathroom. As he relieved himself the boy took a moment to think about his current situation. There weren't any windows in this bathroom either, just great.

The door to the bathroom opens with a bit of a bang and a very tall, very beefy man walks in. He isn't in a police uniform but he is wearing jeans and a dark red full zip hoodie with a simple black sports shirt underneath. This new stranger looks like someone to be feared, definately not the kind of person you would want to mess with. The man is built like a tank and stands at just over six feet. Even though he seems intimidating, his dark green eyes betray his true nature. The man takes one look at the boy and a wide smile plays on his face. "Theres no way. Aleida said you were confined to the second floor." He walks over to the boy and places a very heavy hand gently on his shoulder. "You remember me right? Let me give you a hint. Tall, handsome, no sense of shame, funny, married to your cousin?"

The boy, startled, bites back a startled yelp. In the middle of relieving himself, he yells at the man married to his cousin, "Dude! In the middle of something!" Realizing that he'd just walked into a bathroom, the guy yells just as loud "Oh! Whoopsie!" and backs out and closing the door. The boy hurridley finishes in the bathroom and, forgetting about trying to escape for a moment, walks out. The man is out there, looking embarrased.
"Well, I'm no creep, but when I saw you all of a sudden, I had to catch up with you. And, bye the look on your face, you don't recognize me. Maybe it'll sink in later. How are you?" the man says in a rush while the boy is galking. Even though he was speaking friendly enough, he was still intimadating. He just radiated menace, for some reason.
The boy finally got to choke out, "Hi, and sorry, but I don't know if I'll be able to recognise you for a while. So, why did you come to visit me?" The man smiled, making the air a little more comfortable. "I came to ask you a question." Just when the boy was about to smile back and ask 'what is it?' the man's face hardened. "Why did you kill your sister?"

I choked. This young girl that stands vividly close to my memory, murdered by the these hands, these hands that I want nothing with. Is it love...or guilt that brings you here? "Let the water run anymore and you're going to burn your hands," he said gently as he turned the taps.
I suddenly realized the sting of the hot water on my hands as I pulled back quickly, "S-sorry, I can't answer your question, I'm sure my cousin already told you-"
"Cut the crap," his gentle emerald eyes, not so gentle anymore, felt suffocating, locking me down like chains. His wrinkles developing on his forehead felt interrogative and his eyebrows, questioning. "I know you don't have amnesia, I know you remember what you did, tell me why you murdered your sister!!" His soft spoken words and his kind smile faded to screams and frowns.
My heart raced, and my thoughts went against my emotions. What if I did kill her? How could I? I know nothing of her, but when I see my sister all I feel is compassion and love. I could not have killed her. What does man know? Questioning me, interrogating me? He knows as much as I know. "I don't know you and fail to recognize how you have any part of this... But you come in here with your fake smile and gestures, you're the same as anyone else, those cops, the nurses, they all wear fake face, even my cousins. You're all hiding something." I shoved him out of the way, he slammed onto a wall. My anger interfering with my logic.
"You come back here!!!" He screamed.
I ran down the hallway. I know I'm innocent... I am... Yeah, I'm out of here.

I ran as fast as I could, but the man and three cops try to catch up to me. Just then I saw the doors, but two cops were alredy there. Still I had to try. The catch me, and brought me back to the room. Questions came out "Why were you runing away, answer" " Stop it right at this momente" The women from before was back, she was again dress with a suit this time drack blue. The man stop when she said so, so maybe she had power over them. "Im sorry" She told me, then she turn back and told the man and the tree police man to leave, they did. "Are you hurt" "No", again I felt call around her, her sweet voice made me fell calm, she had cherry blossom perfume, I could smeell it form far way. "I came to ask you some questions, could you please tell me all you can remember" "I can try, but still I dont remember much" "It's fine just tell me what you remember" "Well I remember my little sister, she was cute and love to play with me" I tock a deep breath "I remember she had blue ocen eyes, and a long amber hair. I also remember a girl my age that was always with us but not much" "What do you recall about that gir that was with you" "Well she had long brown hair, her eyes were cotton candy color and she had beautiful lips" "What else" "She was always smilling and she love to play with my sister, but that is all I can remember" "so you remember her" "who is.." "o no I was talking to my self" some one came in "Miss Murakami" "yes' "It seams that your sister, Desiree move just a little" "I will be there right away" she turn to me and said "I have to leave" "Yea it's fine" "dont worry no one will come and ask you any thingh with out my permition so rest" When she left I thought about that girl now that I think so maybe she could tell me what happen, what was her name, it start with a d. I thought for long, then I remember Desiree, just as the ladys sister

calm* Im sorry

(can we please try to make these easier to read? Like space em out and designate who's speaking. It's becoming a chore to read some of these and it makes it harder to follow if its all quotation after quotation or a massive wall of text. Thanks.)

Not long after, a cop and the man from before came into my room. I tensed up.
"The last lady said I would be left alone, What do you want?"
"We just want to know why you tried to run, and what this man has to do with it. We'll leave you be after that." Even though he acted kind, I could see the disgust in his eyes. As he looked at the two of us. Clearly this man has had a rough day and being assigned to a suspected murderer and a giant playing tag in the hallways wasn't his idea of a fun evening.

"Well, I had to go to the bathroom and the one up stairs was being cleaned. A little girl named Sara led me down stairs and some guards started chasing me so i ran into the bathroom down there and while I was relieving myself, this guy ran into the room and started acting nice and pestering me." I pointed to the man.
"He knows who I am, but won't tell me who he is, or who I am; and then started threatening me, saying 'Why did you kill your sister'. Of course I ran, he's fucking scary. How was I supposed to know he wasn't going to shank me or something? I don't even know him." I turned to the giant. "And for your information, I did NOT kill my sister. She's the only thing I can remember, and all I can feel when I think of her is love. Theres no way I would've killed her. And as soon as I can remember something helpful, I'll be sure to let you know." The cop's look seemed to soften as he heard the story, but the weird giant still emanated hatred. After a bit of thinking and some silence, the giant not taking his eyes off me; i realized something.
"Hey, that Aleida girl said my sister was killed by a serial killer, right?"
The cop looked up, "Yes. Her style of murder fits with several other cases in that state."
"Well, then how COULD it have been me? I remember we went everywhere together; and Aleida said we were visiting our relatives-"
"SO WHAT?!" The giant was clearly losing his patience.
But so was I, "SO, HOW COULD I BE THE SERIAL KILLER IF I DIDN'T LIVE IN THAT STATE!"

The giant looked dumbfounded and looked at the cop. The cop smirked. "Well, well, little detective are we? You've seemed to have found the only evidence against you proving you were not the murderer. Because of this, it does seem like you've been framed. However, since you were found covered in her blood at the scene of the crime and the evidence stacked against you is pretty high, you are the lead suspect. As soon as you regain your memory-"
The giant's face hardened again and cut him off.

"Regain his memory?! He HAS his memory! He's just faking the smug bastard! WHY-"
The cop interrupted with a swift slap to the head. "He is NOT faking, the lab results came back; his hippo isn't functioning properly. Which is present in memory loss and amnesia."

The giants jaw dropped and looked at me with a bit of sympathy, which I just scowled at. "wait a minute, my hippo isn't functioning? What do hippos have to do with memory loss?" The cop scrambled through my medical records at the end of the bed, and corrected himself. "Hippocampus. It's a part of your brain that deals with memory. You'll have to get a doctor or nurse to explain it further, I don't speak this shit." And at this the cop turned to leave the room.

"AH! WAIT! DON'T LEAVE ME WITH THIS VIOLENT OAF! WHO KNOWS WHAT HE'LL TRY!"

"Don't worry," the cop said, "I'll be back," The cop walked out of the room and gently shut the door.
The man pulled up a chair next to my bed and sat hands crossed over his mouth. His forest green eyes locked on to mine. I tried my best to avoid them but with the room so tiny, he was like a grown man in a 6 inch doll's house.
"What do you want?" I said sternly.
He sat quietly, said nothing and continued to stare at me. His stare wasn't as cold before, it was more gentle and less menacing. Finally, after our who-knows-how-long staring contest he let out a big chunk out of air. "Sorry about before, didn't mean to freak you."
I scoffed and turned my head toward the window.
"...So you really got amnesia huh?"
I turned my head back towards him, "You think?"
"Look, I know I've made a terrible first impression, but work with me okay? I'm on your side."
"On my side? You said I killed my sister! You know what? Screw you!" I shouted loudly.
"You did kill your sister." He said in a rather calm and mannered voice. It was the opposite reaction I thought he would have, almost pissed me off even more actually.
"Oh yeah? Where's your proof?"
"You certainly got an alibi, but that doesn't mean your connected in some way. I know you and your sister, I treated you guys like my own which is why this is hard for me." He took a deep breath and his face was soft. "Things gotten weird, I came to visit you two at your apartment and heard some screaming burst in. Then there she was, your sister all bruised and cut and you just standing there. I thought something was sketchy so I sent you to mine and Aledia's house and I sent your sister's to Sara's house. Next week you were gone and you were found in Sara's house with your sister's body next to you and you with trying to overdose on medication." He looked at me, "Hard to take in huh? I ain't lying either, take a look at any paper or news channel."
My head started pounding and I felt the crevices on the scar on my head. "Who exactly are you?" I strained to say but it came out weak.
"Careful," he brushed my maroon hair out of the way. "Just a simple journalist looking for the truth... Now tell me, do you even know your name?"
I nudged his hand away from my head, "I'm fine...My name? Huh...You know, the nurses and officers never told me at all. I didn't really noticed that... Weird huh? You think they'd tell me by now."
"Yeah that is weird, another thing is why there's a scar on your forehead when you did not have any head injuries when they found you."
I stopped scratching at my scar. "...What? Say again?"
"Sketchy hospital don't you think? Almost like they're hiding something."
"You don't think...they're a part of this somehow?"
"The memory loss...the murder, everything. They have to be hiding something. But why?" He scratched his head. Suddenly, heavy multiple footsteps from down the hallway approached the room.
"He's in that room! Capture him."
"What's that?" I said confused.
"Damn. I knew that cop was gone too long." He stood up and locked the door.
"They're arresting me? But why?! I got solid proof that I'm NOT the murderer."
"...I don't know, something fishy is going on. You must've known something that they didn't want you to know and whoever behind this has the state police controlled as well."
There was heavy pounding on the door.
"Shit! What do we do now?!" I stood up from my bed and crouched down in fear.
"Stay calm..." He looked around the room, "The window!"
"We're two stories up you dumb oaf!"
"Who you callin- gah, there's a pole you can shimmy down! Hurry up and get outta here."
"What about you?"
"I'll weasel myself out of this one, they can't do anything to me."
The pounding got louder and heavier. They were trying to knock down the door. "OPEN UP!"
I opened the window and prepared myself to go down the pole. No squad cars out, I wonder why the police force is so disorganized. "Head over to Aledia, she'll know what to do!" he looked at me, "...Oh right the amnesia thing, head straight two blocks, turn left, last house on the corner. You can't miss it."
It seems I was wrong about this guy, he seems alright for a big scary doofus. "Thanks. What's your name by the way?"
"Name's Christopher. It was nice to meet you... Zack."

>>38 and the names come out. thank you.
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Zack. Never before had a name struck such conflicting feelings to this young man. It felt strange, familiar and yet very foreign.
Without any more hesitation Zack lept from the window and grabbed the pole with much protest from his hands, he really wasn't built for this sort of thing. The pole was slick and cold due to the brief rainfall earlier that day and keeping a solid grip was harder than it sounded. Nevertheless Zack slowly and carefully made his way down the eighteen foot flag pole to solid ground. From up above Zack could hear the door finally giving out and raised voices.
Zack didn't have time to wait and see what happened, an officer popped his head out of the window and then retreated back into the room, followed by even more raised voices. He ran, as fast as he had ever done in his life. Even though the Aleida's house was relatively close to the hospital, Zack felt like he could run forever.
'Okay, two blocks straight.' He turned left, and stopped dead in his tracks. The police were more organized than he initially thought, Aleida must have been followed home by someone because the house was under heavy surveillance. 'Oh, crap!' He thought to himself. Zack hid behind a row of bushes on the left side of the road. 'Great, now what?!'
"Pssst! Over here." Zack spun around so fast he thought his neck would snap. Looking over at a nearby alley way, Zack spots Sara and Aleida motioning over to him to follow them.

I ran over to them and they turned to run just as I reached them, "Hey, where are we going?" I would've asked why they were helping me, but I felt it would just be unnecessary chatter as it was obvious it was for my sister; though not sure why they're bothering to help me when they could find out what happened to her on their own. Its apparent I'm not well liked for some reason. They seem nice, but who knows what kinds of thoughts are running through their minds?

"A safe place, duh." Oh. That explains it. I think it was Sara who said that, not entirely sure. Though if it was, I'm crowning her as the queen of vague answers. As we ran through the streets, I pulled ahead taking the lead. Aleida and Sara yelled something, but I didn't catch it. For the first time since I can remember I knew where to go without even knowing where I was. Were the girls following me? I'm not sure, but soon we reached a steep cliff at the edge of a creek by the road. I slid down the bank into the water and entered a small hole that was under the bridge and nearly impossible to spot from farther away as it was partially obscured by a bush. A little ways in the tunnel got big enough to stand in and so I ran the rest of the way to an underground spring with cracks of light filtering in from above feeding the plants. A giant tree stood in the middle of the spring, which was only kneedeep.
Why did I remember this?
Why DO I remember this?
How did i even find this place?

"ack"
"Zack."
"Zack!"
Aleida was calling, and it echoed throughout the caverns. Not long after they both caught up, "Where is this place?"

"Its a place I found with my sister, if you continue in it's connected to a mining shaft." I said absent-mindedly. It only dawned on me a few seconds later that I fully remembered this place and the fog in my memory surrounding this place was slowly but surely lifting at an understandable rate. I kept talking on and on about this place, how we stumbled upon it, how we came here whenever we could, and how we stayed here instead of hotels we were supposed to rent. How fertile the soil was and even that we had made a garden near another spring down here.
"Zack.... how much do you remember?" Aleida broke me from my montage of memories.

I looked over at her, "I remember everything about this place. Every detail about how we found it. Everything I told you, the guy who chased us down into the mines, the time capsule we hid int he tree."
"Someone chased you down here?"
"And whats in the time capsule?"
Two questions, one from each of the girls. As I waded through the water to climb the tree, I spoke. "A large man followed us when we went to visit you one day and after a while I told my sister to run and he started chasing us. Soon we had fallen into the mine chasm and the man gave up. We never found out what he wanted, but my sister recognized him as a lurker from her school." I began scaling the tree with ease, "We ended up wandering down here for hours and then we found the spring chambers and the steam we entered from. We made this place our meeting place and secret hideout, and if we ever felt scared or frightened, we'd head here since by that time we had completely memorized the catacombs down here." I lifted the lid off a box in the tree and pulled out a large dufflebag, strapped it around me and started down the tree. "Every time we'd visit we'd bring another useful item we could use if we ever needed to stay down here for long periods of time, though we never thought it'd really happen." I jumped down off the lowest branch and made my way to shore, I unzipped the bag and revealed a can opener, knives, packages of batteries, a flashlight, medical supplies, scissors, some canned foods, fertilizer pouches, a can of mace, matches, a tazer, lighters, goggles, emergency clothes, a haircomb, and a small gemstone. "We tested the water, it's pure and tastes great, and we planted a small garden over that way," To which I pointed, "The garden flourished, but we brought canned food anyway, since it's too cold for fruit."

I started to rummage through a small zippered pocket on the side and pulled out a piece of paper. "And this," I held it up, "Shows where we hid the pots, pans, and sleeping bags, among other things that couldn't fit in the dufflebag."

The two looked completely shocked. Not sure if it was because I remembered all of this within minutes, or that the two of us were so resourceful. After it sunk in, Sara asked me about the man who chased us down here and if we ever saw him again. To which I responded that he was a lurker, always following my sister, and stood around the playground. A real creep. But it doesn't matter now, because he was arrested for stalking and even kidnapping one of my sister's schoolmates; and later died in prison.

Soon we were walking again, over to another spring that was a maze to get to, and hard to squeeze through the rocks to get there. But when we entered it was beautiful. A couple hammocks were suspended by two beautiful blue leaved trees, and this area had no sunlight, but was completely lit up by the glowing moss, bugs, and even the tree leaves themselves.

"These were our main sleeping quarters," I said as the two looked on in awe. I heard Sara mumble a 'so pretty', though Aleida looked a little creeped at a firefly that few too near for comfort. "Our supply quarters are close, but our food storage is on the other side of the mine, if we had followed the spring where it branched off to the left." I sat down on the bottom hammock and began opening a can of peaches from the bag. "No one's ever found us down here, and theres even a cavern filled with crystal, so it's obvious this place has never been discovered or touched by anybody but us. This was also the place where we'd escape to when our parents got angry and started fighting."
We came from a semi-abusive home, and so running was often the best choice in the matter.
"We can stay here as long as we like, until more of my memories come back, or until the situation outside cools down." I explained as I gulped down a couple peaches.

*stream we entered from (5th paragraph)
*flew too near (last paragraph)

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As I finished the peaches with great satisfactory, I noticed that something was wrong with the last one, it seems a little harder than the others.... much harder "What is this?!" I said in shock as I realized that it was a tiny skull painted pink.

A skull ? suddenly my memory began to go fuzzy i started to remember my sister again this pink skull.. it had something to do with her but what ? I crease my eyebrows in concentration looking deep inside my head for the answer

A flashback came to me suddenly

My sister was laughing. Her bright blue eyes were twinkling with mischief and the pink skull was held high in her pudgy little hands. She twirled around in her pink poofy dress, with her long ember hair in two pig tails. She then cradled the skull in her hands and proceeded to run from me, stopping only to adjust the sky blue crown on her head. "Catch me if you can!" she giggled.

I ran after her, smiling and hoping to catch her, wondering why she was carrying a skull. As I caught up to her and grabbed her hand, she felt cold, almost dead. I noticed she wasn't giggling anymore, nor was she moving. I turned her trying to see her face and saw that it was a skeleton. and the skull was bubbling and boiling. As I stepped back, letting the rotting corpse fall to the ground, as it was bloated and purple. I noticed that I was feeling very hot. I looked at my hands and heard sizzling and realized I was loosing my eyesight. I then felt something drop from my face and onto the ground and I could only barely see from one eye now. I then saw my sister's corpse rise up and hold me in a warm embrace, she then proceeded to eat off the rest of my boiling flesh and the pink skull floated around, watching....

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A few minutes later I snapped back to reality; Aleida and Sara were staring at me, worry written all over their faces. I looked at the can the peaches were in; they were expired. Lovely. What was with that hallucination though? Spoiled peaches have never caused me hallucinations before (nor have they tasted that good)...maybe it had something to do with the skull? And how did it get in a sealed can of peaches? It definitely belonged to my sister, if that weird vision taught me anything, it was that and to look at the expiration date on my food.
After I assured the girls I was alright, we decided to check the other canned food and see what was still edible vs sickening.

But I couldn't help but wonder the whole time; That hallucination seemed to have some sort of hidden meaning...as if my sister was trying to send me a message or somethin, so what could that message possibly be?

>>48 (lol what a flashback xD)

Wah. I hope that I can contribute something usefull.
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As we sorted through all the cans, my thoughts seemed to wander back to the hallucination. It was beginning to take a toll on me. The others were beginning to notice as well. Well, mostly they were irritated at me spacing out too much.

>>54 Haha, I had a dream like that the other night.
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I couldn't help but revert to the hallucination again and again. Noticing that they were not any more cans of peaches, so I walked around with my hands in my pockets, wondering about if I had any more would make another flashback come and give me another vision. I went to a tree and sat down underneath it, still haunted by the memories of the last vision. Also noticing the girls following me, as I sat down they confronted me.

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>>56 Least I'm not the only one with crazy weird dreams xD
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AUGH this was all so frustrating. How did they even know about that hallucination? While I told them I had a weird flashback, I never went into detail with it; and then if I couldn't figure out what it meant, how could these two? I ran my hands through my hair in frustration. What did this all mean? All these unanswered questions...I'm half-expecting to wake up and realize this was all one terrible booze-induced crazy dream.

I looked back up at them. "I-I didn't mean to yell..." The girls looked confused.
"What do you mean 'yell'? You've been quiet this whole time... Zach, are you feeling alright?" Aleida put her hand to my forehead and gasped. "You're burning up!" She ran off to get something, for my fever I take it. I looked around to get a grasp on the situation, I'm sitting under the tree, the spring water up to my waist.

I don't remember there being water here when I sat down...I picked up a scoop of water, but when I brought it to my face it turned red like blood. I shook my head and looked down. No water, just as I remembered. What's going on?

Aleida returned with what looked like a wet towel and put it on my forehead. Ah, right. The fever. Could this be the cause of these hallucinations? Probably.

But..what was hallucination and what was real?

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I start to bang my head agenst the tree trying to see if it was really there. After hitting it a few times I finaly decieded that it was really there and not just a hallucination like the water and me yelling. But know i must find out the reson why all this crazy shit is going on and what the hell it has to do with me and these god damn hallucinations.

The cussing is really not needed, haha.
>>58 Your just jealous I'm mssed up in the head.
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Now, a slight bruise on my forehead, and a wet compress healing it, my fever began to slow down bit by bit. I looked at the girls and asked if they could help me up, but they didn't take my offer. "What is it?" I asked worried. Could they have known of the vision.... I asked again, "Please help me up, I'm having trouble" They reiterated. "No!"

I Could do nothing but sit and wonder what was going on, in my mind and in real life. I hung my head down and thought for a while, motioning with my hand for them to go away. With my head hung and eyes droopy, I fell into a deep sleep, that seemed to last forever.

I was in a house, just waking up. I saw someone in the kitchen, a familiar figure somehow. She heard my russling and opened the pink curtains, revealing the sunlight, temporarily stunning my eyes. As I regained eyes sight, I saw the figure kneel down before me, it was a girl I had never seen before but I knew her. "Are you awake?" She asked with a smile on her face. "Of course Haruna." How did I know her name?

>>61 I wish I was messed up in the head....
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"Good, good; now tell me Zacky; why did you sleep on the floor? We do have a house filled with furniture, afterall."
I looked up in confusion, which she seemed to pick up on.
"Are you okay? You look Ragged!" I looked at the floor and tried to figure this out before she spoke again. "Oh. Don't tell me you were in that other world again, were you?"

"Other world?" I mimicked; It felt like nothing I thought I knew was real anymore.
"Yeah, you always used to tell me about this crazy other world; where you had a sister instead of a little brother; and your parents abused the two of you. But! You had a pony, and that made it okay."
Why did this logic make sense? Probably the fever talking. How would a pony make an abusive relationship with your parents any better?
...The again, ponies were pretty awesome...
Ponies aside; "little brother?"
"You don't know your own brother?" she said in disbelief; "What, did that pony of yours kick you in the head or something?"

I couldn't help but shrug, and I told Haruna everything; from the moment I woke up and found out I had no memory; to banging my head on the oak tree in the caverns.
She was quiet for a moment before finally yelling, "BRUCEY, GET IN HERE!" She looked at me and sighed, "guess it can't be helped."

A boy around the age of 6 waltzed in. He had longish blond hair and some weird creature followed him in through the door, which was bigger than he was. Both of them had the same familiarity that Haruna had, but the boy, he seemed more familiar than the creature and Haruna; about the same amount of familiarity as my sister...

After getting a good look at me, he ran and latched onto me and started crying. "B-Brother you've been gone for so long!! Don't ever be gone that long again!"

The dog thing came up and started licking my hand. It's bottom jaw was split in two and when it opened it's mouth, there were 3 parts of the mouth that opened. It had a forked tongue and scaly skin with feathers on the back of it's legs and it's back; kinda like a lizarddog cross. Oh, and horns, it had horns. Two gazelle like horns on the top of it's head. As creepy as this thing is, I felt completely comfortable around it.

"Your brother, Bruce; and pet, Zani." Haruna said. After the mention of this everything seemed to get muffled. I couldn't see or understand them for the next few minutes. I was in a daze; a separated plane composed only of thoughts.

Just what is going on? When will I wake up from this nightmare and find out what was true and what was not?! Is this really my life? How the hell did it end up so crazy??!

*separate, not separated

>>64 What the hell do you search up in your spare time?! Ponies and crazy lizard dogs and what not....
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>>65 lol I'm an artist; monsters are kinda my specialty; Though the pony thing just came to me out of the blue xD
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(( Got bored of posting parts of the story, so I'm just reading it now. Don't get cocky Seika! haha ))

((I don't wanna be the only one writing the story so I'm waiting for someone else to respond. haha I'll try; I was born in the year of the cock though, so cocky-ness is in my nature xD

Hey...hey zack wake up ...wake up zack. I wake up and find my self in the same spot unber the tree. Are you okay zack i thought you were having bad dream and i didn't want you to get sicker from it. Sara said standing by me with a wet cloth to replace my wet i warm cloth on my forehead. Well, yes i was i keep having hallucination and i'm starting to not no want is real. When i said this sara smiled and removed the wet warm cloth with the cold wet cloth and says you still don't remember a thing. Yeah i remember some stuff like my sister . But i don't know if that was a hallucination or if this all is. Can you please help me sara... I'll try zack. But what do you want to know first zack. Everything that i don't remember sara. Okay zack it's a bit werid to start. As sara started i listened too her....

((>>73 Do you mind using quotations and paragraphs? One gigantic wall of text is a real pain to read. Especially since I can barely tell what's Saras text, whats Zacks, and if Aleida said anything in that. It doesn't even take a second to add quotations in there.

he could no longer handle everything in those moments. he ran.
run, run, run, is what he thought to himself.

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(+, Seika Chugo, you're an excellent author. :3)

I woke up. The last thing i remembered was running. It was dark out and i could hardly see a thing but i could hear Sara and Aleidia snoring by the tree. Just then a light appeared it had a faint glow but just enough to make you know it wasn't something you imagine. It came closer and as it did it grew brighter and brighter. Soon it started taking a whole knew figure, the figure of...a girl!? No it was my sister and just as i was about to scream she covered my mouth. "Kill him, kill the man who killed me." she said she was wearing the same dress she had as in the hallucination. She gave me the skull and said, "keep this and you can summon me at night. After all i love talking to you, Desmond." /Desmond?/i thought/is that my real name/ she spoke again "yes it is"
"YOU CAN READ MY MIND!"i said
"yes"
"who killed you then"
"all will be answered desmond, speak to me tomorrow but rest now" and then she was gone...

"WAIT!" i called but she was too far gone. /was that her ghost/ i thought. Then Sara woke up "well then," she said, "want some peaches?"
"no," i said but then i looked at the skull and clenched it. when i put it close to my ear I heard a terrifying voice...

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"Killl hiiiiiimmm" It whispered, almost drawn out in such a chilling way, it sent shivers down my spine. What even happened to her? I always thought that killing was the easy way out, and that the person should suffer for what they did, rather than escape it; I thought she believed that too. From what I remember about my sister, she was so kindhearted; what happened to her?

Sara looked st me worriedly after I shivered, so as if to answer her unformed question, I figured I'd let her know some of what I was thinking.

"Um... Sara?" she looked over, "yeah?" she seemed really eager to find out what was on my mind. "What...what was my sister like?"

Sara looked a little shocked, especially since I had told her the stories I remembered. She was a kind sister, and we were close. Was that even really her? Why is she so hell-bent on revenge? I mean, I do want revenge, but I'd make sure the bastard rotted in prison with all the other murderers and rapists where he would probably get shanked and beaten by the other inmates everyday.

Sara told me my suspicions were right. My sister WAS kindhearted, but she was also the kind of girl who if you wronged her, she would beat you within an inch of your life. I leaned back against the tree, slamming my head against it in the process. I'm so confused. What happened to her? And Desmond?

"Desmond." I said aloud, as more of a statement than anything.
"W-what?" Sara asked. "Desmond" I said again, I turned my head to look at her. "I..I just remembered it. It seems...connected. To me, really important." A blatant lie. I looked forward again and pulled myself up, my back resting directly on the tree rather than leaning. I pulled my right leg up and rested my elbow on it, looking out over the springs.

"I wonder who that is. This, 'Desmond' character." I pretended to think hard about it, and in the process, ended up thinking about it instead of watching Sara's reaction. If that is my name, then what? Everything went black; another flashback.

It was me, and my sister. In a completely different area. I barely recognize it. It was a park, and we were playing on the swings. We were talking and laughing. I sat on the swing, dropping down from a standing position and looked out over the park at a hooded figure by our mother.
"Hey, Rose" I said.
"Yeah, Dezzi?"
"I thought I told you not to call me that!"
"Sorry, DESMOND" she said it slowly as if teasing and then started giggling. Whats with these names? Were our names changed or something?
"Whatever, I was gonna ask you who that thing was over there." I pointed to where the figure was, but it was no longer there.
"What figure?" she asked, before jumping off the swing, "Anyways, I'll race you to mom. I'm getting hungry."
"Me too" I said. "3..2...1..GO!" We yelled simultaneously and took off toward out mother. Swiftly dodging tire swings, a rope bridge and the end of a tunnel slide, we made it to the end of the woodchipped enclosed playground before I stopped my sister in her tracks and pulled her behind me. Our mother lay slumped on the park bench, only a few feet away, covered in blood. Her throat was slashed, and her purse was gone. My sister kept trying to get out from behind me and see what I was staring so intently at. I couldn't help but stare in horror at her bloody body, I witnessed my mother murdered. From farther away, what looked like an admirer coming up to talk to her, was actually a murderer slashing her throat.
"STOP" I said in a protective tone as Rose stopped struggling. Tears welled up in my eyes and for the first time she realized something was wrong. "Don't look!" I said firmly. "Keep your head down, and your eyes shut!" She did as I said and I led her around the crime scene to a pay phone around the corner of the park building where I called the police.

Suddenly the flashback switches to another scene with our father. Rose was no longer with me. It was just me and my father. "Your name is Zack." he said.
"But my name is Desmond, Da-" he swiftly slapped me in the face.
"DESMOND NO LONGER EXISTS. YOU ARE ZACK!" I cowered before him. "W-what about Rose?" I asked fearfully.
"She is now Mira, and you will address her as such!"
"B-but dad, why?" I figured I had to ask, I didn't understand at all what was going on.
"Why? WHY? YOU DON'T NEED TO KNOW WHY, JUST DO AS I SAY!" he yelled and turned around, as soon as he opened the door, my sister, who was too small to reach the doorknob, came flying out of the house and into my arms, crying.

"Dazziiiiiiii! Hwats goin ob?! Whos dat scawy lady!" she cried into my arms and pointed at the door. She was right, there was a woman in the doorway. She had red hair and wore a black eyepatch over her left eye. She was in a stunning red dress and heels and what looked like a gun was strapped around her ankle. She dropped her cigar and swiftly stepped on it.

"This bitch?" Our father stood behind her in the doorway. "She is your new mom. You will address her as such, or get the belt, Understand?" Mira began crying harder and I just scowled. The woman my father so affectionately addressed as bitch smirked.

"What a pretty expression you have." she taunted. I immediately hated her. And I can't say I regretted what I did next.
"Not as pretty as yours will be, miss bitch." she made the ugliest scowl I have ever seen, and it kinda frightened me.
"What did you say?" she said menacingly; I pushed my sister behind me again, like I did after my mother's murder.
"My dad just told me, if I don't address you as 'bitch' I get the belt. So what upset you, the 'miss' part of it? Should I call you mister?" My father began laughing in the doorway.
"Kid's got a smart mouth" he said "Guess he does take after me."

The woman I was supposed to call mother walked up to me, you could practically feel the heat coming off her from the pure rage the toiled inside her. She knelt down to my level and grabbed my arm, seemed to inspect it, and grasped it harder with her left hand, then looked me dead in the eye and said. "You will call me, 'mother'." before I knew it my arm was burning! She jammed her cigar onto the inside of my arm and twisted it around. It hurt like hell! Mira ran out from behind me and started pulling on her arm, only to be pushed aside. She pulled away the cigar, and examined her work. "Now, you'll always remember not to disobey your dear 'mother'." she got up and waltzed back into the house. A smug look plastered on her face. 'Mother'. She tainted that name.

The flashback ended, but I didn't snap back to reality. I saw snippets of abuse we received from the two of them. When my sister would slip up and was about to be punished, and I would deliberately do something much worse so I'd take the beating instead. The flashback I had before? Of my parents fighting? Turns out they weren't just fighting each other, they were fighting us. We escaped from them because we just flat out hated them. Our real mother was kind, my sister took after her in so many ways; and our father was never home, so before our mom died, we were treated very well.

I blamed my father. For bringing that woman into the house, and for allowing and joining in on the beatings. I snapped back to reality, Sara had fallen asleep again. And the next thing I did was look at my right arm. There was a small patch of skin that was burned. That despicable woman would burn her cigars into the same spot on my arm everytime. I sat, deep in thought for a while, and came to a conclusion.

Zack? Forget Zack. I'm going back to Desmond. And Rose. Her names not Mira. My two biggest suspects for my sister's murder were now my 'parents'. And now I understand why she'd wanted me to kill her murderer. It was one of them. I knew it. I don't know how, but I just knew it. Maybe I witnessed it, but just didn't remember. Who knows. All I know is it was one of them. And boy, killing them will be sweeter than cake frosting.

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"Zack! Snap out of it!!!" Aledia shook me by the arms aggressively. "Jeeez! I never had to deal with someone who spaced out so much, can you pleease tell us what's going on? Is it the fever again? You know how long you've been doing this?? Maybe it's the scar on you're head or-"
"I know who killed my sister..."
"What?! Did you remember something?" Sara asked puzzlingly.
I grumbled and scratched my head, "A little bit." I glared at the horizon as the sun was fell, have I really been here the whole day? The marigold colors that colored the sky brought back nostalgic feelings. I rummaged around my pocket and clenched the pink skull in my palm. I caressed it in my hand as I began to think. Do you really want me to do this sister...?
"Well?!" A sharp voice startled me and I twitched uneasily, almost dropping the marble. "Are you going to doze off again? Or are you going to tell us what's going on?" Aledia tensed in an annoyed voice. Can't blame her though, I've left these two in the dark for too long.
The sound of multiple birds starts chirping, at first as one call, then multiple birds joined in. I smiled at the sound of this. "Hear that noise? They're Blue Birds, they play this melody everyday at sunset. They gather in that tree right there, see?" I pointed it out to them. I seem to pulling all these information out of no where, but I wasn't making it up. I just knew. "Yeah me and my sister would lay down there and watch the sunset. I vaguely remember this...The first time we came here, we lay down there and said nothing for the whole night."
Sara put her hand around my shoulders and held me gently. I raised my hand to my mouth and imitated their call. "Wow you're they responded! How did you learn to do that?" Sara asked fascinated.
"I don't know, I guess me and my sister came here a lot."
"You're crying," Aledia said.
"What?" I asked realizing a wet warm stream was rolling down my cheek. "Oh this is nothing..." I wiped the tears with my sleeves, but more just came rushing out, "God I really do love her."
"Oh Zack..." Sara said sympathetically.
"That's why...That's why...I got to finish this. I know who my killer is." Aledia's raised one eyebrow and Sara turned to me with concern.
"You can't!" Sara pleaded.
"I have too...I'm going to kill my parents." I walked out of the entrance of the cave, I turned around. "And call me Desmond."

this story was dead for a while huh? Was on a hiatus, now i'm back...on exam breaks :) Anyways i'm trying to revive it!

Sorry about some grammar mistakes, you should be able to tell what i'm trying to say out of context though, i think.

(Oh thank god, I thought I was the only one willing to write this thing after a while xD)

I weaved through the caverns and dug my way out, leaving the sisters in the cave. That had been last night. I guess they're still trying to figure things out. I made my way tot he next town through the woods and laid low and out of the police radar.

Though I had stormed out of there with resolve, but in all honesty I had no idea where to start. If they killed my sister, they certainly wouldn't be dumb enough to stay in the same house, but thats my only lead as to where they were now. I have to gather information on them and track them down.

I entered a nearby store and asked the clerk for new clothing that they couldn't put back on the shelves due to unknown stains or tears when they were sent from the company and managed to secure myself new clothes, and a new look. I found a pair of glasses on the street on the way here, and with my new hoodie (which had a massive amount of ink on it where a pen had exploded and the ink seeped into.) and freshly torn jeans. I was lucky I found a string to make a belt out of, the top of the pants had torn and the belt loops were torn off. They looked like a mess, but with the string, they stood up and safely hidden under the hoodie, looked as good as new.
I acquired some makeup and using my sister's instructions for halloween costumes we used to make, made my face look different using liquid latex and paint. Rose knew what to use and how to apply it, but never had steady enough hands to make it look good, so my job was to make it look real. I guess I had a little talent in me afterall.

With new clothes and a new face (not really new, made my nose look different and gave myself a scar. Scars were my specialty since we went as Zombies one year.) I was now prepared to head back to my old house and begin snooping.

My hometown was still under surveillance when I got there, but I was confident that my disguise, the makeup, clothing, and glasses, were convincing enough to fool everybody. And so it was. I walked right into town virtually unnoticed.

With no supplies and no money, I went right up to Aleida's house where a guard stopped me.

"Who are you?" he stated. No creativity, I guess.
"Desmond, Desmond Tiles. Friend of the family." Since the name had never been used in public since before our mother died, I knew they were searching for a Zack. And just to be safe, I used my mother's maiden name instead of my father's. Not like I would use his name anyway, we were always the Tiles family, unless it was in front of our father, then we adopted his name.
"Ah, okay. Keep an eye out for a Zack Narino. He recently escaped from a hospital and has amnesia. The boy's probably going to die if he's not found since he can't remember anything or anyone. Should be wearing hospital scrubs."
"Oh, hope you find him. It'd be a terrible waste for an amnesiac to die before he regains his memories. Poor thing would likely be scared out of his wits."
"We're doing all we can. You have a nice evening sir." And at that, I walked into the house. I had planned to take as much as I could; money, weapons, a map, and then head back down and grab some supplies from my mine; but low and behold, guess who was standing in the opposite doorway when I walked in? Thats right.
Sara and Aleida.

Lucky for me, they knew who I was because this was a Halloween costume from one year; the face anyways. I thought they were gonna be mad for me just leaving like that, but they weren't. They weren't angry, or disappointed.
They supported me. They actually supported me. They knew it was wrong. They knew they couldn't stop me. They knew it was the only way me and my sister could ever be at peace, and they were willing to help in any way they could.

(Yeah people are getting lazy, and new people aren't going to join since the post is 90+ lool, plus it's exam time :(! )

"Zac- Desmond... going trick or treat again?" Aledia joked
"Yeah...what's the trick?" I remarked with a grin. Sara opened the door and signal me to go in.
"Do you even know where you're going? Your parents died 5 years ago in a fire."
"What? They're dead?!" I yelled at her.
"Relax," Aledia said in a calm voice, "Their body was never found, now come on! Hurry in, we got to show you something!" She shoved me in and Sara giggled at me.
"Okay wait right here," Aledia said at the bottom of the stairs. She rushed up the stairs in a frantic.
"What is it you got to show me?" I asked Sara.
"You'll see...Desmond," she giggled again.
"What's so funny?" I asked irritably, she really is vague.
"The name is! Desmond sounds so uptight, doesn't match you at all. If you wanted to change your name you could've came to me! I woulda' named you Scruffy!"
I scoffed at her. "Scruffy's a dog name doofus. Beside Desmond is the name my mom gave me."
"You're mom? You mean Ms.Bitch right? You never called her mom!"
"Heh, how'd you know about that? Hmph, we must've been close, you and I. No my other- wait shouldn't you guys know? We're cousins after all."
"Know what? You remembered something?" Her silvery blue eyes filled with curiosity.
"A little bit, back when I was really young."
"Oh, you see, we didn't know about you guys until your father popped out of no where, when you were about 12 or something. He claimed to be related to Christopher, that big bald guy? Yeah he moved here all of the sudden, he didn't say from where though. He asked us for money and assistance for weird stuff. He also asked to take care of you guys a lot." She changed her voice to mock my father, "'since you were nothing but trouble!' those days were fun. Aledia and even Christopher was suspicious of him though, they thought he was hiding something...Then suddenly..."
"Our house caught on fire..."
"Yeah...Since then you've been living in an apartment with your sister, near to us."
"I see...I had a mom before Ms.Bitch. She named me Desmond, so...Yeah that's why I-"
Aledia rushed downstairs, "I found it!" She held up a photo book.
"This is..." I trailed off as she handed me the book.
"Yup, Christopher said your father left a book with pictures of you since you were born. There's a lock on it though...Me and Sara thought it may lead to some clue about you're parents."
"This lock is old so we should be able to smash it open," Sara said, "This time we won't have any old man to yell at us right Aledia?"
"Right, you're father got really mad when we tried opening it last time, wonder what he was hiding." I grabbed a hammer near on the table next to me. I smashed the lock 2...3 times. It opened...

(Oh! Exams, I completely forgot! -not in school so I lost track of things xD- short post today because I be busy)

What we found within the book was beyond our imagination. Pictures of people I had never seen before, X-ed out, or circled. Little notes were written beside certain ones in a language that I knew was Latin.

Each note said something different. One said something about owing money, and the next had something to do with new property. I made a mental note of the address, or should I say- partial address.

Then came a photo I was familiar with. It was a picture of the four of us. Me, my sister, my mother and that man. My mother was X-ed out. So was my sister.

My father had no notes at all, but I had an arrow pointing to me, and my face was slashed. Beside my face, it read "Pin".

(omg you guys made this really hard for me but i will do my best)

Pin? what could that mean. I took the picture and put it in the baggy pocket of my hoddie. I took my Sara's and Aledias hand and led them out of the door. We walked past the guard who still didn't suspect a thing.
I realized that my real mother and sister were dead and that was why their faces were cut out. I reached for the picture in my pocket and when i did i remembered three deadly words 'put in neverland' i had a flashback of me talking to my dad and him telling me that this was a code for 'kill him' with the word neverland meaning hell. but this could mean that someone wanted to kill our whole family. but my dad's face wasn't crossed out so this ment that he had to be thee killer!

If he wants to kill me, he's got another thing coming...

That was my exact thought.
It's midnight now and I'm all alone sitting on a park bench.
Memories... hazy, pride ....shattered, dignity...LONG GONE, Sanity... non existence...
I felt like I was heading for a breakdown, trying to remember the things I was still forgetting. Trying to understand what is going on. "pin". What does that mean?
i'VE HAD ENOUGH OF THIS !!!!! I run to lake further into the park and dive in head first. NO MORE OF THIS PAIN, I WANT MY SISTER,...I WANT MY MOM!!!
I wake up, once again in a hospital bed...
figures.
There is a shadowy figure standing above me with a knife...
OH SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

>>95 Hehe, read something wrong in your paragraph. Though it can make a nice plot twist (Don't know what it can lead too though) We'll see where the story takes us :p

"Desmond are you okay?!" I awoke in a pool of sweat.
"Oh Aledia, you scared me. Ohh...Man what a dream."
"You were shaking...so..."
"I'm fine." I said shakily as I tried to gulp down some of the fear, "We're still on our way to pick up Christopher right?"
"Yup. Once morning sets we're on our way. For now get some sleep kay?"
"Okay." I glanced at a clock that hangs crookedly on the motel wall that reads 3 AM. "I'm just wondering what the pictures mean is all."
"Worry about that later, Christopher will help us out."
"Right, thanks."
"Nighty night."
"Night."
"Kill..."
"Excuse me? You say something?"
"No nothing why?" I realize that the raspy voice wasn't Aledia's.
"Never mind I'm hearing things." I tossed my body the other way facing teared up wall. "Night." I said solemnly. I scrambled for the pink skull still in my pocket and held it up to my ear and the raspy whisper began to fill my ear...

Last paragraph, "I tossed my body the other way facing towards the teared up wall." Sorry

"You figured it out, didn't you big bro?" The room was dark, but the skull seemed to illuminate my sister's form in the shadows.
"Of course, Rose. All in due time, just you wait. I have a question for you though. Why did I-" I gulped. "....try to kill myself when you had been murdered?"
I felt disappointed in myself for not taking out that bastard then and there, it was clear I had witnessed everything. I could practically feel the blood escape her limp body, she was so cold as I picked up the knife. There were pills around me, but why?
Rose interrupted my thoughts.
"You didn't."
"...Come again?"
"Desmond, you didn't try to kill yourself. You were so distraught with seeing me killed, you didn't leave my side until you were sure I was dead. Father threw those pills in front of you and left, but you wouldn't leave me. NO matter how much I begged you-"
"I knew you were scared, I couldn't." I cut her off remembering the scene. "I picked up the knife to go after him and was attacked. They thought I killed you because of the timing."

The room went silent. All except for my sister of course. She had started to cry. "Y-You stupid!" she tried to regain her composure before speaking again. "You should've gone after him, and not worried about me!"
"Rose." she stopped crying and looked at me. "I couldn't. You're my baby sister, and you were scared. It was my responsibility to take care of you, and I blew it. I have to clean up the mess now. It was my fault. I shouldn't have left you alone for so long, even if it was just to get some groceries." I paused.
"I'll take care of the rest, just stay by my side, sis. And get rid of that vengeance, it doesn't suit you."

After a moment of silence, we both broke into laughter. I miss this. I miss her. And for just a moment, I was happy again. I remembered what happy feels like. I remember everything.

then i fell asleep. I thought i awoke in the old house, i could hear my mother in the kitchen making eggs and bacon and humming a song, just like any other morning. my sister came into my room and started jumping on my bed. "get out of bed desmond, get out!" so i got up and went into the kitchen. my mother kissed me on the forehead, then explained my father went out o get some things. So after me and Rose ate our brekfast we rode our bikes to the playground, the exact one in my flashback. Then i woke up and suddenly relaized that my dream ended right where my other flashback started. Then i noticed that wasn't a dream...it was another flashback

Or rather, a memory. Not so much a flashback as I had my memory back, but a memory I had forgotten about. I propped the back of my head up with my arms and stared into the darkness that made up my ceiling, and the creatures and shapes my mind created within it.

Why did all this happen? I miss my mother, I miss my sister. We never did anything wrong, it was all that miserable man and his whore; so why were we getting punished for it?
With all my memories restored, I still can't figure that one out. The mysteries of life, I suppose. Nobody said it was easy.

Guess I just have to suffer through it a while longer, huh? But what will become of me after I destroy those two? I could either die, or end up in jail, well, considering I don't get killed in the confrontation of course.

I sighed and lay there in the darkness for a while, thinking. Nothing in particular, just thoughts that were running through my head. I looked to the window and noticed the moon was high in the sky, had to be around midnight. Better get some more shut-eye. I turned to my side and shortly fell asleep.

I found myself in a strange room the next morning. I looked around the empty beige colored room. "Where am I?" I groaned to myself. My head felt heavy and I strained to keep it in place. I squinted at the crooked clock on the wall, it read fifteen past noon. "You still there Rose?" I looked to my right to find an empty unclaimed bed. My eyes widen, "Rose?! Where'd you go?!" I pushed my tucked in blanket out of the way to get out of bed. I stopped half-way realizing that Rose wasn't here anymore. "Oh yeah...I almost forgot all that's happened. Wait a minute, where's Aledia and Sara?" Suddenly I heard the door handle turning. I quickly ducked behind my bed, hiding myself completely. I heard laughter and a conversation being held. As the door slowly opened and a silhouette of a man was at the door step. A big bulky man of whose identity was unknown to me at the moment. I hid, preparing to attack the intruder.
Suddenly I heard Sara's voice, "Where'd Demound go?"
I eased my shoulders and stood up, "Aledia, Sara?" as the man jumped back startled. "Where'd you guys go?! You scared me!"
"Sorry didn't want to wake you when you look like such an angel." Aledia said as she shut the door. With the glare being out of the way the identity of the man was clear.
"Christopher?"
"Demound now is it? What was wrong with Zack?" He grinned.

"Desmond" I corrected. "And Zack was given to me by my sister's murderer, I want to cut all ties with that man, my name included."

"I see" he said as he thought about all Aleida had told him of my past. "So, why don't we head into the other room, we're discussing the gameplan for today."
I nodded and quickly followed, still wearing the zombie makeup from the other day and the torn clothes.
I went through the meeting in a daze, knowing full well that whatever plan they came up with, I would disapprove. While I appreciate the help, this is between me and that bastard father of mine, and I don't want them to ruin their lives for the sake of my own.