Sunday, August 26, 2012

What is my Name?

Author's Note : Continuation of the previous post! It may seem a little unreal, but I guess whats the fun in being real. I am not trying to write some ordinary possible story. It is going to be a sci-fi type. Hope, this doesn't suck as much as I think it may. 
First Part : One Night.
Second Part : In Coma.


I survived the fall at the hospital. The broken glass pieces of the car were stuck in my back and my head was heavy injured as the blood kept draining from it. I couldn't think what I was doing. I was walking. I had been walking for an hour or so. I was more like limping. I hurt my leg during the fall, I guess. The hospital authorities might not have searched for me keeping the climatic condition at that time. The sky was dark completely dark filled with fiery clouds which roared and thundered without a break. I was alive or not, I still have no idea. I may be a dead soul walking on the street. What else can I be? ... after a fall from a building ... no one could survive that. But my mind wasn't thinking at that time. It had forgotten everything about what had happened and how it all happened. 

The blood drained from me. I just couldn't feel it. I walked down the road, dark and silent. My heartbeat echoed in the streets. "What time is it?" , I thought in my mind. I can see the empty street with florescent lights of sodium vapour lamps guiding my way... to where...I had no idea. I was waking as if someone was chasing me. I have no memory of what happened to me the day before and the day before that. What is the last thing I remember? I tried hard to remember. But the lethal injection or whatever the doctor gave me prevented me for remembering what might have happened to me. There was an old house which looked like a church or something. It was big and the lawn was dirty and had overgrown grass. I thought it might be empty and I could rest in it for some time. « Elaborate ♦ »


"Steve, We have a problem", Dr. Jacob Matthews spoke in horrifying state to someone on the other side on the phone.
"Calm down, Tell me what happened ?" , said the voice from the other side.
"The new test subject is missing." , Doctor replied in fright of getting scolded or may get fired as well.
"Missing? How did that happen?", the voice became harder and portrayed anger.
"He fell off from the building and was not found later.", the doctor replied.
"What the fuck does that mean? And where the hell was the test patient? ", Steve demanded.
"At the hospital!", the doctor replied.
"What the hell, Jacob. Weren't our test subjects tested at the Volmax Lab?", Steve was furious.
"No, Steve. He almost died when he was brought to the hospital. And I was on a regular checks at the hospital and heard he was in coma. So, I injected a little dose of RNX912 as he was already in coma andhis chances of living were minimum.", the doctor explained. 
"What the hell is wrong with you? And why is the drug outside the lab?", Steve was becoming uncontrollably angry.
"..Yes, Steve... It is supposed to be...But I brought the blood samples to test and I needed it for the tests,  so I brought a little sample.", the doctor replied.
"Does anybody know about it? And how the hell is he still alive? Was he in coma or what?" , Steve's emotion was still unvaried. 
"That's what I am surprised about. It doesn't work on weak people and it has a lot of reactions on people who are strong. But he stayed calm so I thought he was dead", the doc replied back.
"Did you say RNX912? That hasn't been tested on humans asshole. Why did you do that?", Steve became angry again.
"Yes, thats' why I tried. I gave a little to the test subject 23 and it was fine then. So, I gave it to that almost dying person. And now the test subject 23 is dead. And this man is missing.", the doc replied.
"Are there any chances of him living? And what about the side-effects? People won't be harmed by it if he is not properly disposed off, will they?..." , Steve says relaxing somewhat knowing that nothing much can be done. 
"...And I will send someone to look for him and bring him to the lab or dispose him off if he is already dead, tomorrow. And don't tell anything about it to boss.", Steve continued. 
"Okay, I won't. Thanks.", Doc replied relaxing back in his chair.


There were broken glass pieces on my back. I had not noticed them till I hit the door of the big abandoned building. Suddenly, I felt a little pain in the back and I stopped. I couldn't move. By then, the rain had started and it was pouring like a wild fire. The empty streets were filled with the sound of the heavy rain. I was at the vast door and I was well protected from the rain. My face must have been covered with blood as I just could feel the taste of the dried blood on my lips. I tried to remove the broken pieces. They were just out of reach. I tried harder to pull them off. I couldn't bend my hand. For a normal person it would have been easy. But I don't know what was going on with me, I just couldn't reach it. I removed the remaining glass pieces which were handy and got down into the rain to clean myself up.

The water was cold, striking painfully on my muscles, my face and my body. It was painful.  I cleaned myself up and started walking back into the house. I was completely wet. And the door didn't seem to open so easily. "Is anyone still inside?", I asked myself. It didn't look like someone would stay and keep it that way. It seemed pretty old and not such a good place for people to live also by the looks of it. I realised I was trying to open the door from the wrong side. The hall was big. It must be related to someone rich and old. The interior was neatly decorated but they seemed history with broken statues, windows and patched on the walls. The roof was very high. It also seemed like a ghost house with its darkness. If I was in my wits and totally alive I wouldn't have dared to step in inside of this old building. 

I was weak but sleep didn't seem to favour me. I got into thinking trying to recollect the events that made me end up like this. Suddenly, I shiver : I couldn't recollect my name. "What is my name?", I shouted in my mind. I had no energy to shout out loud. "Where do I stay?" , "What do I do?".. the questions followed one after the other but no answers came to me. "Where was I this morning?" , I tried hard to recollect the events, my name, my job, my family, my home... The more I tried, I more betrayed and lonely I felt. I had no answers, only unanswered questions. The more I thought, the more weak I felt. I couldn't cry either. I closed my eyes and fell in a deep sleep. May be a sound sleep could help me recollect something. 

To be continued.... 

P.S. : Let me know, if it is as bad as it sounds. Because I don't think it is going on a good pace neither on good terms. I don't know how a story is written. So, bring in your feedbacks.

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