He was running, much like a machine with parts moving in unison with each other, it was almost fluid, never skipping a beat. Everything was in rhythm, in sync with each step he took and his breathing... slow and steady.
Can’t stop... must keep going! Was all that was repeated in Scott’s mind until he came to realize where he was and what was happening. He soon gained control of himself, like awaking from a bad dream, and almost all at once, everything caught up with him. His breathing was no longer slow and steady, but now fast and sporadic. His legs became jello-like and heavy, and were no longer fluent and in sync. His body was shutting down but his heart was racing. His stop was so abrupt that he stumbled to try and keep from falling.
He bent down, putting most of his weight on his knees, hunched over and took a moment to catch his breath.
What is happening? Where am I? Where was I going? It was only the start of many unanswered questions going through his mind. The rain was beating down on him hard, collecting together and flowing down the back of his head and dripping in rapid succession from his nose onto the muddy ground. It wasn’t long that a small puddle formed in which Scott saw his reflection.
He tilted his head to the side in amazement, studying it, even touching it, as though it weren’t real. The reflection disappears into the ripples and then formed again. Scott’s eyes grew wide.
“Who... who are you?” he said to himself.
Lost in his own reflection, it took him a minute until he saw that his reflection had turned a light red. He then felt it crawling down his nose, its properties different than that from water. He followed it with his eyes, a dark red liquid, as it finally reached the tip of his nose. A few more drops fell into the puddle.
Blood! He concluded. He followed the trail with his fingers, wiping the blood from his face and found the spot it had come from on the back of his head. It was sore to the touch, but judging from the amount of blood on his hands, may not have been too serious.
Wh... What happened to me? Wiping the blood from his hands he noticed a small tattoo on his wrist.. A tattoo of a wooden box, with a small bird on each side... the box was closed, but appeared to be glowing from inside. It looked old and faded yet he could not remember how or when it got there.
Remember Damn It! Remember something, anything! He shut his eyes tight and thought hard... but nothing came. Come on! You can do it! Holding his breath and grinding his teeth, veins protruded from his forehead and his face became a hot red.
It angered him, frustrated him and even scared him, but the simple fact was that he could not remember anything about himself. He threw his arms out and dug his nails into his palms, forming fists.
With every ounce of energy he had left in him, arms flailing in the air and full of anger he faced the cloudy skies, as though demanding an answer from the gods. “JUST TELL ME! PLEASE GOD, TELL ME WHO I AM?” His voice cracked beneath the surface of the rain.
He soon collapsed to the ground, but managed to break his fall with one hand while the other clasped his chest tight. His heart was pounding like the heart of a wild and feral beast out of control. The pain from his chest was almost unbearable but after a few moments it slowed almost to a stop. He felt mentally and physically broken and started sobbing to himself, feeling lost and helpless.
A stream of lightening traveled somewhere deep beneath the clouds, lighting them with purple and pinkish hues. The low rumbling sound of a not so distant thunder followed. Its sounds gliding across the hills were enough for Scott to feel at his feet. He slowly looked up in awe to what appeared to be an abandoned city not more than a few miles from where he stood. Dark clouds hung above it as though marking it as his next destination.