The Amneisiac Chp 1

Um.... I know I have grammr mistakes. It's no big deal, if you don't want to to write it down, but if you do- please do. thhe grammar is the least of my concern though. I want to know, if the chapter is catchy and suspenceful.

1

The room was dark, but not fully black. Light came out from the large and seemingly powerful computers. In the darkness I could make out at least 12 medical beds. It was a lab.

I was laying down on one of them. No, I was strapped to it. The bed was moving up, until it was only vertical. A male’s face appeared in the open window.

The man, whose face was to hard to make out in the darkness, shouted. “You have to save her. Not only will they want you. They’ll want her too.” Breathing heavily, he handed me a package and a bag pack. “Go… It’s too late for me.” He pressed a button, releasing me from the bed I was strapped to and unlocking the door to the room he was in .

I fell to the ground weakly and lay crumpled for about a second. I lifted my self up quickly only to fall again. Then I slowly rose up grasping on to the bed beside me. It worked. Standing up, I felt weak though.

“Who are you?” I asked, my voice unlike my body was strong and demanding.

He blinked at me for about five seconds before answering.“ Find my daughter. She’s in grave danger! Find her! Save her! Protect her!”

I stood where I was. “Who-?”

The windows of the lab was kicked out, sending glass flying everywhere. We ducked, covering our faces and took off to behind a computer.

The man turned to me, a great sense of fear in his voice. “I can’t explain everything to you. Just go. Forget about me and save my daughter.” He opened a large dumbwaiters door and was about to push me through it. “Whatever you do…..Don’t die.”

Hearing bullets fly into the room, he pushed me into it. “I know you’ll do well.” That was the last thing that came out of his mouth before the dumbwaiter door shut.

It seemed like forever, as dumbwaiter descended down into the shaft. Gunshot, explosions, and shouting raged on above me.

I took my mind off of whatever was going on above me by looking at the package the mysterious man had slipped me. I carefully opened my bag pack and slipped it in.

Just as the dumbwaiter stopped, I smelt something burning. It came as loud explosion and fire filled the room, knocking me unconscious immediately.

Pain. You have no idea of the true feeling of it. The pain felt like fire shooting through my veins while needles poked me from the inside of me. My head throbbed, from the pressure of the aching and my chest stung like my rib cage was going to explode. My heart pounded furiously.

Make it stop. Make it stop! I thought it so much I began to whisper it. “Make it stop. Make it stop.”

My hands clenched the concrete-no asphalt floor, as I groaned in pain. Three tears I could feel roll down my cheek. I mustered enough power to open my eyes and the pain immediately stopped.

“Nice,” I muttered to myself, grabbing my head and expecting the pain to come back again. It didn’t.

[i]Where am I?[i/] It was dark, so I could sense it was nighttime. The air was cold and fresh, so I knew I was outside. I was laying down on my stomach on the rough asphalt and two solid yellow lines lay beside and continued as far as I could see.

It took me about three seconds for me to realize where I was. I was on a road, or most likely a small highway.

A blinding light came into my view and, as it approached me I saw what it was. An 18 wheeler made its way to me at a speed of at least 55 miles per an hour.

“Perfect,” I muttered to my self sarcastically.

I hopped to my feet, but fell down clumsily, under the weight of a backpack on me and a little pain. I quickly tried again and successfully leaped out of the way 18 wheeler, my feet still about 7 inches away from being hit.

That was close. Too close.

Where was I? What happened to the dumbwaiter? What happened to the man? What happened to the lab. Nothing was making any sense right now.

I was standing, in the “friggun middle of nowhere”. I was on a highway and the only thing I saw up ahead was a small and rickety gas station, with a red and blue neon open sign flashing.

I sighed. It was the only thing in the area, I could see. I hopped to the side of the road to take a look inside of it. Let’s just give this a shot. This might give me some answers.

I took off into a stride toward the gas station, my beat up Nikes making a small thump sounds as I walked. This road was too quiet. I hated it.

Then something hit me hard. Did I even have money?

As soon as I entered the store, I was immediately watched by the clerk. He was short and plump with ginger colored hair in the style of a mullet. He checked his watch and looked at me weirdly. “Excuse me.”

I looked at him wit a stern face. “Yea.” My voice it surprised me like I had never heard it before.

“It’s midnight kid. What do you want?” He asked.

How about “What can I help you with?”

“What major city is nearby?” I asked, my voice was calm and quiet.

“This shop about 10 miles off of Seattle,” He said. “Yakima is a little further away. Why? You didn’t drive here by yourself did you? You can’t be much older than fifteen?”

I ignored his questions, and asked him something. “ Where are the street maps?”

“What’s your name kid?” He asked.

That question caught me, because I found out I myself couldn’t answer it.