Ughh...my head hurts. Where am I, anyways? And why am I so dizzy? And why is everything so dark? I need to remember...I can't. I don't know my name. I don't know my past. I don't even know if I'm a boy or a girl.
Suddenly, there is a creak, and light spills in, illuminating my surroundings. Well, it appears I'm in the back of some sort of truck. And apparently I'm a girl.
"Honey, we're here! This is our new home!"
Is that woman my mother? Well, there's nothing else I can do, so I might as well get off the truck and follow her. Hopefully someone will explain things to me soon. Or maybe my memories will come back...maybe I hit my head on something in the truck? Why was I riding in the back of the truck anyways?
4) Dark
There was nothing but shadow in the room. While this made the surroundings seem that more mysterious, at the same time it was quite a deterrent to actual conversation. The two figures sitting in the room seemed to have no trouble, though. As a matter of fact, one of them was actually drinking a glass of water, somehow managing to put it down and pick it back up several times without knocking it over or spilling it on him.
"So you have done as I asked? She remembers nothing?"
"Nothing at all. Be assured of it."
"Good. So we can mold her to our desires."
"Why did it have to be her, though? Why not take a younger child, and raise them? Then there would be no risk of old memories breaking through."
"Ah, it seems you are unaware of the power of suggestion. Our agent simply needs to repeatedly explain her past to her, and it will become real. It is actually much more effective than raising a child from youth. She will actually end up less likely to turn from us this way."
"Ah...you would know about the failure of such plans, wouldn't you?"
"Shut up."
There was the sound of a slap, and then a splash, as if someone had shoved someone else, resulting in that someone else dropping their drink on themselves.
5) Seeking Solace
"I'm so confused," I tell the woman who claims to be my mother. "I must have hit my head harder than I realized, because I can't even remember who I am. I don't even remember who you are!"
"Now, Anna, honey, don't tell me you really forgot your own mother's face?" She smiles so warmly, so sweetly, that I find myself believing she is really my mother. But at the same time, there is no familiarity in that smile. I can't recognize it like I recognize the creatures around me, those creatures apparently called "Pokemon." They are familiar, at least.
"Well, while you're still recovering, why don't you go to your room?" She grabs my arm and pulls gently, shoving me into the room. Well, it seems pretty nice, at least. I have a computer, and the bed looks comfortable. But it doesn't feel like my place. And I tell her such.
"Well of course! It's a new room, after all! Just lie down, Anna. Lie down and take a nap, perhaps." Maybe I should do that. As she walks out the door, I flop down on the bed and close my eyes. But sleep does not come easily.
"Gull!"
I open my eyes. A small bird-like creature with wide wings and a long orange beak is staring curiously at me. I prop myself up on one arm to look at it.
"Hey there. I remember you, at least. You're a Wingull, aren't you? At least there's something familiar about all this strangeness..."
"Win-gull!" it seems to agree, flying up to land on the desk beside my bed. I have to smile slightly.
"Well, now I have someone to talk to. I don't know anything about myself, really. Only what that woman who calls herself my mother has told me. None of it sounds false, but none of it really rings a bell, either."
The bird Pokemon stares at me, perhaps with a hint of sympathy in its eyes. I find my smile growing even broader. At the same time, I find myself growing sleepy now. Apparently just talking to someone can make me feel better.
"Well, at least it's some comfort to talk to you. Maybe you can stop by later..." I mutter. "It's good, to have someone to seek solace with."
6) Break Away
I wake up. It's night time, there is someone in my room, and their footsteps don't sound like my mother's. Wait, what's that? When did I start thinking of that woman as my mother? And then I realize there is some sort of faint whispering. It's coming from under my bed.
The light clicks on, and I see a Wingull looking at me. The same Wingull from before? But it's nowhere near the light switch...and then I notice the other bird in the room, an almost spherical, green-feathered creature covered with odd, almost runic markings. A Natu? Its eyes are closed, but now it opens them and looks at me. And then a psychic message broadcasts itself into my head.
You are in danger. You must flee this place. That woman is not your mother. It turns to the Wingull. Show her. The Wingull darts under my bed as I watch in shock, and drags out what appears to be a tape recorder. I pick it up and hold it to my ear. Apparently, the whisperings have been coming from here.
Don't listen to them! A blast of psychic powers rips the machine from my hands and smashes it violently against the floor. The Wingull squawks, and the Natu blinks slowly.
Snap. I forgot about being quiet. Girl, run now! Get out of this place! He will go with you. It uses a stubby wing to gesture at the Wingull. I am still frozen in shock. However, the Natu apparently cannot afford to wait. I feel a psychic influence shoving at me, pushing me towards the window. The Wingull flies up and lands on my shoulder. And then we are shoved right out.
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