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It was cold. Cold and rainy.
Waking up, they found they were soaking wet. Who am I? They quickly sat up, looking around. They were in the middle of an empty parking lot, next to what appeared to be an abandoned DMV. They didn’t know what that was, but it had something to do with cars, judging by the old, worn mural of a car that had been sprayed over with graffiti of...crude drawings.
Their head hurt awfully, like they’d been hit with a hammer or something. Maybe that’s why they remembered nothing.
They realized they could recognize things but they had no clue who they were, where they came from, or why they lying in a pool of blood and rain water on the ground.
Blood...?
They were sitting in a puddle of red liquid that had also stained the outfit they were wearing.
Where did the blood come from? Is it mine? Someone else’s? Did I hurt someone?
Thoughts rushed through their head and they quickly patted themselves down to find where the blood was coming from, and maybe find some identification.
The blood was coming from some cuts on their legs and a wound on their stomach, and they found a wallet.
Opening it, they snatched up the drivers license and read it.
Pannacotta Fugo
Age 16
Birthdate: 2-5-85
So that who they were. A 16 year old with the weirdest first name imaginable. Maybe there was a story behind that.
They didn’t have a phone, they guessed. Or they didn’t have one anymore, as they spied a broken flip phone laying a few feet away. Anyone who knew them would have been listed in that phone, but now they were alone and they doubted anyone knew they were here.
The cold sank in and they began to shiver. For some reason, they had holes in their suit jacket, and no undershirt, only a tie. The pants were in the same state, and they were uncomfortably aware that they were wearing a thong.
They doubted the building was any warmer, and probably moldy.
They wondered if anyone was looking for them. Where was their family? Were they worried sick about them? Did they know that they’d probably committed some sort of crime?
Maybe they were an orphan, or something like that. Though they highly doubted that. Orphans, to their knowledge, didn’t have phones, didn’t wear suits like this, and definitely didn’t get stranded in the middle of abandoned parking lots, especially not covered in blood-
The sound of tires screeching down the road pulled them from their thoughts. In the distance, or as far as they could see ( they didn’t seem to have good vision), they saw a car speeding down the highway.
Their first instinct was to run and hide.
They got to their feet and rushed to building, wincing at the pain shooting up and down their leg.
They made it to the building just as the car pulled in, and hid behind the wall. The building was so trashy, it had no doors.
Huffing, they tried to get their breathing under control. They’d give away their location if they weren’t calm and collected.
“ Where are they?!” Someone called, most likely whoever the car belonged to.
“ I’m not sure. I thought I saw them, they aren’t hard to miss.” Another said. Are they talking about me? They thought. They were dressed in red, bright red, so they were not hard to miss.
“ Fugo!” The first one called again. Isn’t that...my name? They didn’t bother looking at the wallet again. They realized they’d forgotten in outside.
“ They were here.” The other said again. They guessed the men had found the wallet and identification. What do they want with me?
“ Look.” First said again. “ There’s blood, and it’s in a trail too.” They were still bleeding. Shit! They’re gonna find me! What do they want?! Oh god!
“ Fugo?” The second man had a questioning tone, not as frantic and stern as the other. He was closer this time. “ Are you in here?”
They inch farther in the decrepit building, trying to be hasty and quite at the same time. They fail almost instantly when they trip over an old car part. A bumper with a license plate attached. Fuck! They tried to get up, but the loud metallic sound the object had made when they’d tripped over it had alerted the two men outside. Biting their lip, they tried to suppress a fearful noise.
“ Fugo?” A man with black hair and a white suit entered the building. “ There you are! Are you okay?” Was he...worried about them?
“ Wha-n-no...y-yes...?” The stuttered out words in fear. They didn’t know what these people wanted, what this man wanted with them. He sounded concerned, but something in the back of their mind told them not to judge a book by its cover- even if the person seemed nice, they could easily harm them. They didn’t want to take any chances, so they backed away farther, leaving a thick smear of blood on the ground.
“ You found them.” Another voice, the other person from before, the first to speak, said from the entrance. He had long lavender hair and was dressed in all black. He and the man who was closer reminded them of Yin and Yang. Polar opposites in terms of tone and appearance.
“ Fugo, are you okay?” The white suit man asked again. His eyes traveled down the the blood and cuts on their stomach and legs. “ Oh my, you’re bleeding!” They’d barely registered it earlier, the cuts didn’t hurt. Was this adrenaline?
“ They seem out of it.” The lavender haired man said. “ They’re probably in shock.”
“ Yes.” The white suited man nodded. “ But they’re still injured. Can you walk, Fugo?”
“ I...yes.” They scrambled to their feet, only to collapse again, a sharp pain ebbing through their legs and torso. “No.” They bit their lip, trying to ignore the sudden pain.
“ Here, let me help you up.” The white suit man said, holding out a hand. They flinched back, backing away more.
“ I’m s-sorry, b-but-“ They cut off, their breath getting faster. They felt weird, really weird, like they should know these men, but they couldn’t put their finger on it.
What’s happening? Do I have memory loss? Is that what’s going on? Who am I? Who are these people? Am I going to die? Why am I covered in cuts? Who hurt me? Did I hurt someone? Am I a criminal of sorts? Was it self defense?
“ Something wrong,” The man with the lavender hair stepped forward a bit. The sudden movement startled them and they slammed their back into a wall. They whimpered as well, trying to calm down. “ They’re having a panic attack.”
“ Fugo,” The white suit man said with concern. “ You’re okay. You don’t need to panic. You took out Borello. We can take you home and fix you up, okay? Those cuts don’t seem too bad.”
“ You’ve definitely had worse.” The lavender haired man laughed. It unsettled them.
“ I-“ They couldn’t think of how to phrase their question. It was now obvious that these men knew them, the way they spoke was very casual with them. They’d most likely be disappointed that they didn’t remember them.
“ It’s clear you have something to say, kid, so spit it out.” The lavender haired man continued. They gulped back the fear that was holding them back from speak and sputtered our the question.
“ Who are you? How do you know me? Where am I?” The questions left their mouth like faucet they couldn’t turn off. They cringed as the two men looked at them confused and worried.
“ I’m sorry.”