I'm bleeding on the floor, it's cold, I can't taste anything other than metal. My bones ache, and it doesn't help that there's no sign of natural light, or any type of light for that matter, touching me or the room I am in. Where am I? I struggle to remember how I got here. Last I remember I was delivering a letter to the president of Jayland and made my way into the castle. I examine my body, it looks all fine except, oh lord. My leg was twisted and contorted, I couldn't stand to look at it. What had done this to me? It had to be more than a fall. I couldn't see anything, too dark. As I tried to come up with a solution I felt a sharp pain in the front of my skull, piercing its way into my head. My hands reflexively shot up to my forehead, but I felt no injury. Oh no. The pain might be internal.
After a few minutes more of pain I came up with a solution to my sight problem, a lighter, a sturdy green lighter I placed in my pocket before leaving home for egypt. I returned from egypt without stopping at home so I must have my lighte- EGYPT! Oh good lord, that's what I was trying to tell the president, what I found! I can't focus on that now, it takes too much energy, I need to focus on grabbing my lighter out of the pocket of my mangled leg. As I reached in I immediately felt pain as the fabric pressed against my ripped skin. But I managed to pull through, and yank it out. As I flicked on the lighter I could not believe what I saw.
Filing cabinets, giant ones, lining every wall, except for the doorway. I managed to orbit my head around the room to make sure, without moving my body. At least the flame was warm, but the downside to it is that it brought my mangled leg clearer into my vision. Nausea was added on to my pain, my one prayer now is that I pass out under the stress of it all. But it was no use, the pain now more dull was still there, in my head, and my back, and what used to be my leg. Now it wasn't only the taste of metal in my mouth, but salt, was I crying?
This was bad, but there was nothing I could do. As perceptive as always I was I don't think ill be able to force my way out of this one, so, as long as i'm going to pass anyways, I might as well look for information on what is happening. I needed to get over to one of the cabinets. I used my arms to drag myself across the floor, pushing myself with my one good leg. I was sure I was going to die in the pyramids so after surviving all that, my death here will be quite an anticlimax.
Reaching for that filing cabinet was like my life was flashing before my eyes, but it really wasn't. I think I was trying to recall everything, but it was getting hard to think. I pulled with all my might on the drawer, actually pulling it too hard, and the entire file drawer came out. A paper spilled on the floor right in front of me;
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As I had just finished the paragraph I felt a sharp pain in the back of my neck, and my vision went blurry and then black.
I woke up to the sound of high pitched buzzing, but organised buzzing. I opened my eyes, vision still blurry until a figure made its way into my vision. Still feeling blind, i saw him holding something up to his face, but it was hard to make out, actually, it DID look like he was making out with it. Oops nevermind it was a harmonica. I heard something come from the figure.
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I gulped, my hearing was now more clear but not my vision.
"Umm, wh- what?" I stuttered
"I understand you took quite a stumble," The voice replied.
"I uh… yeah but I thought…"
"Lets just make sure you didn't hit your head too hard."
"Okay."
He paused tilting his head down towards his harmonica
"I know your name, lets see if you remember," he gestured for me to answer.
"Claffis," I hadn't forgotten much except for right before I fell.
He grabbed something off of the table and looked at it. I orbited my head around despite my limited vision, trying to make out something, I could be in danger. "Hey um.. I can't see very well." I said quietly. He tilted his head towards me not saying a word.
"Well you did take quite a fall, but you're lucky to be alive." I heard him say
"Did I really hit my head that hard?"
"No… No.. you're lucky to be alive because of what you found."
What had I found? It was hard to make out but I assume government secrets based on his wording.
"What? What I read? The thing that had Jayden in it?" I asked.
"Shh…" He said, "Don't talk about what you found, I was able to convince them that you would forget."
"What?"
"Well you did hit your head pretty hard it's not out of the question that-"
"No, I mean who's they?"
"Hold on.." He said, shuffling through what sounded like paper.
"Here, can you see good enough to read this?" He said as he handed me a paper.
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I had to hold the text very close to my face in order to understand it, but when I did, my heart sank.
"See," He said, "I was able to convince the counsel to let you live for a while longer while I checked up on your head to see if you remembered.
He paused
"But," He whispered, "I'm no liar, the counsel will soon know you havent lost your memories. So i'd say you'd best get to running right away. I helped you out, so do me a favor and don't tell anyone I let you escape okay?"
"Escape? How am I supposed to do that? I might have brain damage and on top of that I can barely see!" I shut my eyes while I said that to not make eye contact.
"That might not be the worst of you're problems." He gestured towards my lower body. I hesitantly glanced down to see what he was talking about. While tilting my head down the flashes of my mangled leg came into my vision, only to see that I had no leg at all now. No prosthetic, no peg leg, no nothing.
"I had to amputate it, there was no saving it, i'm sorry Claffis."
Tears came into my eyes. How was I supposed to come to terms with this? It was like a peice of my soul had been severed from the hub. I heard a firm knocking on the door of the harmonica player's office. He threw his harmonica backwards onto his shelf.
"Allright, we need to get you out of here" he said, urgency in his voice. He began to push me out the back door of his office and shut the door behind me. The light shining through the dirty clouds of the jayland sky peirced my eyes. Really. Was he just going to leave me here? I heard a large slamming noise from the door behind me
"WHERE IS HE!?" I heard from inside the mans office.
"I don't know! he escaped!"
"WHAT!
In a fit of urgency I used my one leg to leap from my wheelchair into a nearby dumpster. I felt the feeling of broken glass and greasy sward on my back. The smell engulfed my body and assaulted my nose. Trash flowed over me and covered my entire body. I heard the back door of the mans office slam open, luckily though, they wouldn't see me, my entire body was hidden in the garbage.
"ββββ it!" The loud voice yelled, "He got away! what were you thinking!" the door slammed back shut.
I felt myself, again, slowly black out.
To Be Continued