Episode 22: Strange

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My eyes fluttered open

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My eyes fluttered open. I was in a dimly lit room.

Then it hit me. My hand absolutely burned. Had someone set it on fire while I was asleep?

Whatever happened, someone bandaged it. Had I cut it on something?

That's when it dawned on me. I wasn't in my room on Earth or at the house. The walls weren't painted, and the place was cold.

"Are you awake?"

I turned my head.

The one who asked the question was a boy. He looked to be fourteen years old or so. His hair was short and somewhat of a golden brown. His big eyes were green like the shoot of a flower. If I didn't know better, I'd say he could pass for Noah's brother.

"Who are you?" Surprisingly, I couldn't feel my lightning pooling near my skin when I asked that.

"I was tasked with watching over you, mister." He shrunk. "Do you have a name?"

I sat up. "Call me Collin. What about you, kid?"

In hindsight, that was a spur of the moment decision. I hadn't needed to remember my middle name, but apparently, I still did. It was good. I didn't want to associate with the names I used before this.

"Raymond."

"Where am I?"

Sweat beaded his eyebrow. "I don't really know how to answer that. I call it the base, but I don't think that really answers your question."

"Do you know how I got here?"

"One of the misters brought you here. He got something from you. After he got it, you screamed in pain and passed out." His eyes shook. "Once he got you here, I was asked to watch over you."

I raised an eyebrow. "Do you know when this was?"

"Three days ago, I believe."

My stomach grumbled. I didn't eat at all while I was asleep. By now, I was starving.

Raymond perked up. "I could ask one of the misters in the hallway to bring you something to eat if you like."

"Do you have a dining room in this place?"

"Of course." Raymond reached out but pulled back. "Are you sure you're ready to get out of bed, Collin? You just woke up from a long sleep and you're still hurt."

I smiled. "I'll be fine. I can be a pretty stubborn guy."

The door creaked open.

A tall man with darker hair than mine and Raymond's stood in the doorway. "There's no need to rush, son. This is a time to rest."

"Mister!"

Raymond knew this man's face well. That was clear. If I only knew why. That'd make him easier to gauge.

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