OOC || Memory the First
It doesn’t feel good to hang around with the woman you love when she’s a prostitute. But somehow we all had a good time going on like that. But on that day ten years ago...
Lost was heading off to take a walk one morning; the day was just another day, as far as he was concerned, except for the very noticeable fact that he was younger than normal, and that the butcher’s was closed. He couldn’t help that, so he decided to use up some of the time by walking around the bazaar.
Except his little excursion was derailed by the sudden realization that he had once again lived up to his name. He had taken a wrong turn and now was lost. Strange how it never took him that long. But then, his attention was taken by an odd side: a number of arrows pointing off to somewhere he couldn’t quite see. Intrigued, he followed them to a dead end. Confused, he glanced around, catching sight of a box marked “Open me!”
He opened the box, and saw the unobtrusive looking crystal sitting in it. Curious, Lost gave it a careful poke, and to his surprise, a scene unfolded before his eyes.
He watched as the younger version of himself walked into the house, carrying a bag of groceries. He felt the roughness of the paper against his hands, as if he was actually touching the bag. There was a pause, and then the bag fell to the ground. Lost felt his breath catch in his throat, as the younger him looked up towards the bed in the center of the room.
On it lay a woman with bright red hair. A pillow riddled in bullet holes covered her face. The woman was dead. Standing on the bed above her was a young man with a gun in his hand. He glanced back towards Lost, and opened his mouth to speak. But Lost heard no sound.
He watched as the younger him opened his mouth in what was clearly a horrified scream, and felt the cold steel of a gun in his hands as he pointed it at the young man, the woman’s killer.
Then the scene went black, and a few minutes later, Lost felt himself beginning to return to reality, stunned by what he had just witnessed. He was even more surprised by the bizarre get-up he found himself in. His first thought was that he’d have to take some time off from work, because there was nothing that could convince him to go out looking like that. He was even more certain that neither Zombie nor Eyepatch nor Castor would be very happy either.
