Argo 5, Camp Perudaux,
Rogue Assimilation Template,
1K5BX6784
17:15, Friggsday 6th October,
2204.
"Ikem,,,efuna..
"Ike...mefuna.."
A cold, dark voice whispered slowly.
A young man rose up from the cold even floor with a stifled yelp, and with a strong feeling of soreness on his posterior. He rubbed his eyes with the back of his hands, quietly struggling to regain clarity.
"Where am I?" He asked, his face melding into an expression of visible confusion.
"Uh.. who am I?".
His gaze froze over. An inner turmoil quickly brewing.
He questioned himself, gripping his head tightly as he tried searching his mind for answers to the damned questions, yet nothingness was all he could recall.
It was clogged, as if an unseen vice held steadfastly unto the gears that spun his memories, preventing him from reaching anything.
"It hurts" he whimpered, tugging forcefully at a fistful of his hair.
Slowly, he turned around, in a bid to get a grasp of his surroundings, perhaps believing it held some sort of clue to aid his thoughts.
He was in a small room, unfurnished, smooth and coated with some type of silvery metal?, he couldn't be sure.
He eyed the dust accumulated on his body, and on the floor's cold surface.
What is metal?, he questioned himself. Cold, Hard, Strong, Conductive
It was strange, because he knew what metal was. It's qualities.
'Amnesia?'
"Ikemefuna" A cold voice whispered quietly, like a person stirring from a deep slumber.
It sounded from all around him; with an ancient familiar tone.
"Who?"
The young man turned around, this time in search for what he thought was a person whispering a name, his name?, yes. Could it be that Ikemefuna was his name?
It did seem to click perfectly, resonating with him. Like a person finding a long lost prized brochure.
His head didn't hurt this time as he thought, so he chose to take it as a sign.
"Where is that whisper coming from?, Who is calling my name". He asked, his expression turned wary.
Maybe this person knows me, they could tell me who i am.
"Ikemefuna" the voice whispered again, turning rasp and ragged as moments passed.
"Who are you, and why are you calling my name?" He voiced out, his voice was calm, not loud, but enough for whoever was in the room to here.
"Shush down Ikemefuna", it echoed vehemently,
"I am your 'Chi', your Fate guide, designed to help you stir the right path, I reside within the very fabric of your spirit as a divine spark", The whispering voice finally revealed.
Ikemefuna was silent; he didn't know how to react to what he just heard, was this the norm?, or was his case different?.
"Thanks.."
"I don't mean to sound rude, but I have no memory of this". Ikem picked himself up from the floor.
He was trying to sort things out, to think back, but the jarring pain in his head stopped him.
'Curses'
"There is no use troubling yourself for your memories, it was stolen. The chi spoke up. "And there is no way of getting it back".
"Stolen?" Ikem queried.
"Yes, Stolen" The chi whispered back.
"Hold on, by who?"
"I do not know, I only know whatever it is you know, and from there I can infer opinion".
"If you can't answer that then tell me where I am, is this my home ?". Ikem asked as he stopped to tap a metallic wall in the room.
He began rapping on the wall, listening to the thudding echoes created.
"No. you are far", the chi replied,
"Far, far away from home. You are held captive in enemy territory, where your choices are either submission or death.
"How do you know that, if you know only what I know, how could you possible know all this, you can't move or communicate with the outside world, right?" Ikem thought, still tapping on the wall, he was moving horizontally, tapping as he moved.
"By Bi-location, Space, and other laws of physics are useless in the spirit world."
"I see all. Normal things and the edifical Supernatural that mortal minds aren't capable of comprehending."
'Physics?'
Ikem pondered on the word, he knew what it meant but the actuality of it felt different to him, in a way unexplainable by words.
Finally he had stopped his movements. "Speaking of which, why am I being held here?, did I do something wrong?"
Ikem was slowly losing his mentality, getting shredded by confusion and the pain that recalling caused him.
The room was cold, empty and devoid of any light, this wasn't any sane person would want to stay in.
Yet, somehow, Ikem found solace in the dark, damp, emptiness. He could see alright in the darkness, which he strangely presumed as light.
Suddenly, a metallic door, adjacent to him in the room opened, letting true original light seep in. And, standing close to the revealed door; he covered his eyes from the impeding bright light.
He slowly began to realize his ability to see in darkness.
A tall, lanky silhouette walked into the metallic room with his arms behind his back, he stopped just in front of Ikem, who was by no means shorter than him.
The silhouette cleared his throat.
"Forty-eight hours spent asleep, and when you wake up, you start talking to yourself, babbling like a mad man". The man had a stern gaze as he glanced at the teenager in front of him.
"Are you even sane"
Ikemefuna stared blankly at the man in front of him, scratching the back of his head, the man's Name tag read: Eloth Diu.
"Sorry, who are you?" He questioned respectfully.
"I... well, I am an Instructor" the man; Eloth, replied.