Where It All Went Wrong

As result of my maneuver mentioned on 06/25, it was my idea, my small victory among all the losses. The loss of identity, memory, and essentially free will. It was a small thing to go to the mall, but it meant a lot to me. Little did I know how much it would change everything. Then again not so much as I would have hoped. I have managed to escape the tutelage of Warlike only to be the pawn of the powers that want to take him down.

There I was in American Eagle when I heard someone say my name. It’s not a common name, sure there are few names that could be mistaken for it, but still, I’m not going to give in so easily.

“Peaceful.”

I looked up from my examination of a top I was contemplating. Someone definitely said MY name, someone not in my entourage. I casually looked around. At the next rack over was a couple that appeared to be browsing as well. The woman did not look up but the man was looking straight at me. He seemed familiar, there is something about him that I wanted to remember, but of course there is nothing there but the wanting of a memory.

Usurper showed up at that moment to tell me we are going back to the hotel. By the time we get to the hotel we are fighting. Our ever so discreet escorts had learned long ago to stay out of it, no doubt under Warlike’s advice to let us work it out between us. I was so fed up with his shit, he is so full of it and himself, and I had just had it. We were in an elevator, going back up to the penthouse when this death trap stopped to a grinding halt and all the lights blinked out. We stood in the dark silence listening on full alert. There was tapping and creaking in the shaft. Then our stomachs dropped as the elevator started its sudden descent.

It’s amazing what the human brain is able to do in those brief moments. So much runs through your head in a very short space of time. “Is this it?” I thought angrily. This is to be the sum of my existence, a shell of shattered bone matter, exploded organs, and high tech drugs at the bottom of an elevator shaft and with these people! These people don’t give a shit about me; they just do what they’re told. There’s got to be someone out there who cares what has become of me. Is there anyone crying into their pillow at night wondering if I’m alive?

BAM! Welcome to the basement.