Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26571677-20160316192622/@comment-26571677-20160408121647

When the boy opened his eyes, he was met with a horrible feeling. The light punctured his aching eyes, his throat tasted horrible, and had the texture of sandpaper. And a loud voice assaulted his tired ears, accompanied by a tit squeeze around his midrift.

He sat up, eyes adjusting to the sudden light, and blinked multiple times, clearing the junk in his eyes, before looking at the people around him, and more importantly, at the girl holding him.

The first thing he noticed was her piercing, bright red eyes. They shined with happiness, and he found himself confused, yet slightly happy. He didn't know why, this girl was obviously beautiful, even his dulled brain could figure out that. What it couldn't figure out, was who she was.

The eyes had stirred something in his brain, but it hadn't woken up yet, and Asper found himself extremely confused.

It was even stranger, to see the others around his bed. He wasn't even sure of why he was in what looked like a hospital. All he knew, was his name, and that his everything hurted. The people standing around his end was a peculiar bunch. There were people of all types, serious people, happy people, swearing people.

"Asper? You okay?"

He froze, How does she know my name?

"Pardon my rudeness, but who the hell are you?"

Her look of anguish hurt him. He didn't know why, but some part of him ached inside at that expression. Yet, she still drew away, albeit painfully, and in a sense of mourning. The others simply stood, in shock, or in wanton sorrow.

A doctor came in with a serious expression, and acknowledged everyone in the room,

"I was afraid that this would happen."

"See, when Asper here went into a deep sleep, a coma, his brain stored certain...memories in deep space. Now that he's woken up, those memories are still redacted, in order to prevent his brain overloading with too much information."

He caught quite a few confused stares, and sighed, ruffling his hair, before trying again,

"Imagine a gate, if you will. Beyond that gate, is Asper's memories, but that gate...is shut with multiple sets of locks. Each key, will loosen one lock. Of course, in this case, the keys are things that were related to Asper. For example!"

The door opened, and Asper's weapons were wheeled out, they had been cleaned, and the metal gleamed, shining with the allure of polished steel and alloy.

With care, the doctor handed them over to Asper, who looked at everyone in the room with some degree of suspicion before taking them. Upon which, he froze, and then started to scream.

Memories of blood, torture, white bone, ripped tendons, weeping, bullet wounds, splats of blood, and, worst of all, a warmth flowing down his arm, and the unimaginable horror, of which he did not know, came back to him.

The girl on his bed ripped the sword away from his hands, and hastily asked if he was okay, he didn't answer, listening only to the thin, cruel, crackly voice that sent shivers down his spine when it talked...

Welcome back, Amilanthior.

His vision turned black, and he collapsed to the sound of the transfixing girl's cries.