3 years later
Monday August 2nd
-2:00 am-
"Jesus Eric!" My plump friend, Josh practically yelled "you can't just show up at my house." He was hiding behind the semi-closed front door of his luxurious home.
"Just listen man Im really close this time I really think that it's possible to find...." Looking past him I saw a woman with bed hair and a white robe, not the kind you put on to meet a friend at the door but the kind that says 'it's really late what the hell do you want?'
I took a step back and did a awkward wave. The woman, Jennifer half rolled her eyes and turned away. I couldn't blame her this had become a routine of sorts where every few weeks I'd show up in the middle of the night.
"I'll take it you're not gonna let me in." I playfully punched him on the shoulder. He didn't smile instead he replied with a stern "what do you want?"
I sighed.
"Ok fine, this time I really found it." I reached into my small backpack and pulled out a package wrapped in what I'd assumed was once white linen now brown with age and weathered but before I could open it.
"Look man it's late and I have work tomorrow. I didn't unravel the cloth instead I turned to josh in mild disbelieve. "What are you too busy sleeping?" I punched him again a little harder this time.
"This thing here? It the answers we've been searching for this whole time, with this you can even get that promotion you've been asking for."
He pushed me, "Go home Eric, I'm done with your crap, don't come here again."
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I rubbed my shoulders the fend off the needling cold, as I walked in the direction I'd started in.
Three years prior my fiancé, at that hospital, did something terrible. It shocked the nation and me even more, I was supposedly there when when it happened, but I barely remember it. My memories of the event present but barely clear enough to get any reliable info. The doctors say that it was because of the shock.
Anyway, what I remembered was her saying that she had to leave and apart from the blood and gore she left me in it was the only unrefutable thing I remembered from that night. It was so disastrous that, the incident would have been kept tightly sealed under piled and piles of similar hidden events. If it hadn't been for the large sum of families that lost people that day. With no way to cover it up they simply "controlled he narrative".
The incident went from unexplainable incident to terrorist attack and rationalized as such, I... The only survivor, was deemed insane. I tried explaining what I remembered from that day but no-one believed me.
Understandably.
I wasn't insane but who would believe such a story. Who would believe that I was indeed a really old man and at the same time very young? Who would believe in a world or magic? Surely only a lunatic.
I couldn't explain it or why I knew and yet didn't know of my past life, of my master who took my immortality and disappeared.
My memories even though hazy remained with me, but what truly bothered me was why Alice's body had not yet been found? For month I braced myself to hear her name among the confirmed dead. But nothing, it was as if she'd never been to that hospital.
Plagued by worry and questions my need for answers pulled at me, and through many long hour of trial and error I finally managed to pull the one memory that would help me to find answered I needed back from my hazy subconscious.
What I had in my backpack was a tome, a stone tablet of seemingly hundreds of years old made of a hard element seemingly granite except it wasn't. It was apparently created by me. However that was impossible, so why did I think that I had made it?
On its face was a symbol, carved I didn't know what it meant but I remembered it and in my memories I remembered painstakingly carving it out like it was yesterday, then bleeding on it from a small incision in my palm.
I don't know why I'd do that but. It felt like I did. The feeling was so unnatural that I'd vomited on it's recollection.
My life was normal. Until it wasn't.
Who was that lady at the hospital? Why was she acting like she knew me? What's worse why was she there with me when I made the tablet?
Nothing made sense and I my head hurt because of it but I knew, I could feel it. This was important and I had to remember. The sense of urgency weighed heavy and crippling.
I had to know.
I have to.
Who am I? What am I ?
What monsters came together to birth me?