Warfare: A new place?

"RUN!"

"NO, I'M SCARED. WHERE IS HE?"

"IF YOU DON'T GO NOW YOU'LL--

******

Gosh I'm in pain. My body aches and my eyes sting. Where am I? Am I dead? Am I alive? It's hard to tell.

The last thing I remember is..is..is... I-I can't remember anything. I don't have any memories. My head is blank. Come on dear, remember at least your name; you can't be forgetting your name. It's gone; I don't remember anything. I don't know what to do. I don't know anything.

I try to open my eyes but I can't; they're so heavy. My eyelids feel like rocks on my face. Come on me, look past all the feat engulfing you and open your eyes. You just have to open my eyes.

I have to open my eyes to observe this place; to at least know where I am. It is scented with so much unfamiliarity. Everything is actually scented with unfamiliarity. Even myself. I manage to open my eyes using all the strength and fading willpower I have.

It is hard trying when you know you'll fail. As expected, I can't open my eyes. They feel open though but I can't see anything. This is scaring me.

I attempt to open them once again which results in a sharp stinging sensation felt around my eye socket area.

"Damn! It hurts!" I yell as I try to hold my eyes but my hands are tied down. Damn it, my eyes hurt.

Tears begin to pour out of my stung eyes. How, they feel open. I can feel breeze on them. Then why can't I see?!

I hear the creaking sound a door makes when being opened so I assume someone's opening the door. I listen to the footsteps I assume are approaching.

They are soft steps; like that of someone who wants to tiptoe into a forbidden room. I wait patiently till the individual gets to me.

That seems to take forever. I can't even hear the footsteps anymore. Did the person reach here already? I thought he/she was far away? Are they gone? Questions just keep on raiding my aching mind and its exasperating.

Then there's silence. I can't hear the footsteps anymore. This is scary. I then test my luck by opening my stupid mouth.

"Hello, is anybody there?" I ask in a scared soft voice.

No Reply. Great, maybe I was just hallucinating. The problem now is my sense of sight is probably gone. How did I lose it?

"Oh dear Hana, the lights are turned off," A voice speaks out.

I shake in a startled manner. It's a female voice. Firstly, who is this? If the lights are off then I'm not blind as I had speculated. Thank the heavens.

Secondly, why did this person call me "Hana". Is that my name? AM I Hana? I try so hard to remember but all I get are migraines like before.

Then the room becomes illuminated with a bright light; yellow. I sigh in relief. I have not been blinded. I squint my eyes to get a better look at the woman before me. She has a tall figure with broad shoulders much like a man's.

I can't get a good view at her facial structure because my eyesight is still recovering. She approaches me and I attempt to shift backwards.

She stops and gives me what I assume to be a smile. She's smiling, probably.

"My dear, don't you remember anything?" she asks in a worried tone folding her arms.

I clear my throat. Time to take the stage. "Who are you? Where am I?" I ask looking around my environment.

"Oh my, you do have amnesia like the master speculated. I'll be back soon." With that she scurries away leaving me and my questions hanging.

Amnesia? I'm amnesic? Wow, wow wow... I have no words. That must explain why I have no memories. It also feels like a good thing. I feel like my former memories were faulty or full of flaws and blasphemy.

****

It has been quite a while since that lady left. I wonder where she went to. She did mention some thing about 'master'.

"Yes sir she's awake." I hear a small voice from behind the door a distance away.

The person meant to reply sounds faint. I can only here "No, yes, why, hmm.." That makes me lost.

The door opens to reveal a man. A very tall man. A giant to be precise. This guy should be at least six feet five (6'5").

He appears older than me. "Hana.." He states swiftly.

He even talks older than I do. What am I saying? I don't even know how old I am. I haven't even seen myself talk less of knowing my age. I could be an old lady for heaven's sake. But I don't feel old. Neither do I feel like a toddler. Maybe a youth?

He takes light soft steps and walks towards me. He sits on the bench by the right side of the bed where I am and leans in.

"Do you remember me?" He asks with a sly smile dancing on his face.

Not.At.All. This is... This is stupid! I'm an amnesiac; I don't have any memories. How does he want me to remember him? Or even know him?

I cast away my raging thoughts and shake my head. "No, I-I don't remember anything." I answer softly.

He sighs and relaxes on the bench.

He stares at me intensely for some minutes before speaking again.

"How do you feel?"

A smile and straightforward question; I like it.

"Like I have amnesia." I giggle slightly at my reply.

He smiles genuinely (I think). "Look at my face properly. Try and get it." He insists. Why does he want me to remember him? Is he special?

I squint my eyes to observe him.

Strange man: Obviously in his late forties; has a broad and handsome stature; has smallish eyes; tanned skin.

"I'm so sorry but amongst my missing memories, you're not there." I apologize wiht my head down.

He sighs sadly. Now I feel bad. He just wants me to remem---

Wait a second...

I'm tied to a headboard and he may be the cause. I watch him as he attempts to leave the room.

"Wait!" I yell. "I need to ask..."

He faces me with an unpleasant look. "What?" with so much disdain. Rude.

"Why am I here? What do you want with me?" I ask.

"A ransom." He sounded serious just now. With that he walks out.

Have I been kidnapped? If I have then I must be with the bad guys. That means that I have to get out of here before I am used as a trap for whoever is gonna pay the fee.

****

First, I have to find out where I am.

"Hello! Hello lady?" I call out the woman whom I first saw today.

Then she comes running in. She looks distressed; maybe it was my manner of summoning her.

"Miss you need to hide in the closet room." She orders locking the door behind her.

I arch a brow. "Why? What's happening?"

"You ask too much questions for a lady." She says as she removes my handcuffs.

The relief. My hands are sore though. How long have I been hand cuffed?

She leads me to the closet room. She stands by the door frame and waits for me to enter. As I step in she lock the door.

"Wait are you--

She's already gone. I wanted to ask if she was coming back. Now I'm in a huge closet all alone.

I find a light switch and I flip it. The room instantly becomes bright and this blinds me temporarily. I regain my sight and I'm greeted by a large mirror standing before me. So beautiful; the design and aesthetics are wonderful.

I look into the mirror and I gasp. My head. It is wrapped up in bandages. What happened to me?

"My daughter will not be stolen a second time!" I hear a muffled female voice scream distracting me from my incoming negative thoughts.

"I need her. Give me my daughter!"

MOM?