“Heal you?” she asked.
“Yes. Heal me,” I replied. “Look at me. I’m charred.” I tried my hardest to emphasise how badly wounded I was. I’m not sure if it worked, my vision was getting hazy now.
God, if I die before I even get a chance to finish…
Sacrifice shook her head. “Sorry.”
“Sorry?” I asked a little weakly.
“I can only return you to your peak, and only if I have a memory of you,” she said.
Dead Metal shifted, or there was movement in the blotchy area that she stood. The fact that Samantha’s power considered the Sacrifice from the Hunting Party as ‘Peak’ was a huge part of the discomfort.
It was for me at least.
“Don’t care,” I replied. “Do something.”
“Look, I don’t even know you,” Sacrifice complained. “You might be a vil-”
“I’m dying here,” I said, a little louder than I could manage. “Please?”
I winced as pain raked my neck again. I felt pretty pathetic, talking loudly hurt me, and I couldn’t afford to lose any concentration at all.
Sacrifice stood for a few moments and finally moved over to me.
“Okay… I’ll help.”
“Your peak is how I remember you, so I can’t remove the burns,” she said, “but I can stabilize you instead. You’ll have to look elsewhere for further aid.”
She placed her hands on me, and I quickly drifted off.
I was drowning in bliss. My clothing stuck to me and my skin felt pure rejuvenation.
“-ty people died because of that form-”
The world was blurry, and I floated in the liquid as it filled my lungs. Strangely, I wasn’t drowning at all. Strange.
“-an’t remember any of th-”
People were talking outside of my… Room? Womb? Cage? It was most likely the Hunting Party and Event Horizon. What were they arguing about?
Why was I in this anyway? Did Taker do something already?
I moved a little, reaching out. Was it me they were arguing over? It didn’t matter, they were getting louder. That wasn’t good at all.
“-ow could you remo-”
The walls were too hard. I couldn’t break free with my hands. I needed help to escape. I swam to he edge where everyone was, maybe they’d help if they saw me?
I banged over and over. No use. The liquid surrounding me was too thick, the membrane holding me and the liquid in was too elastic.
The talking stopped and somebody acted, coming over. The membrane was cut and I was forced out with the liquid. I couldn’t see straight, opting to cough out the liquid in my lungs.
Nobody moved, they just waited me to finish and get my bearings.
I got of my knees and saw Sacrifice. There was two people I didn’t recognize.
The ground, the walls, the ceiling… it was weird. Alien.
The taller figure leaned in close. He was completely black and had a cane in his hand. “Are you feeling better, my boy?”
I nodded, and then looked up at him. “Thanks, but… Who are you?”
There was a telling silence. I started casting my powers through the area, making it safe. It may have been to late, but it was a good idea anyway. The ground started turning to normal.
“Ah,” the man in black said, stepping back. “t seems your memories have had an alteration.”
He turned to Sacrifice. “See? Amnesia.”
I got onto my feet.
“Amnesia?” I asked.
“Well, some form of it.”
What? What does he mean?
I turned to Sacrifice. She looked very different than usual. Her pose was… reserved. She was upset about something, but it wasn’t something she could solve easily. Like the Taker thing. She needs my help to fight Taker, right?
She turned away.
“Christ. I-I killed people.”
I didn’t get it. Why is she upset about what she did before? She wasn’t remorseful before we enter…
Wait. Why was I in that vat anyway?
The man in the black costume changed the subject.
“Okay,” he said. “Here is the story. You both have amnesia, because you,” he pointed at Sacrifice “Give people a form of it when you heal them.”
He pointed at me. “You are an unfortunate victim turned into a hero.”
He pointed as Sacrifice. “Former vigilante tricked into being a monster from a psychic.”
I wanted to say I understood, but I didn’t.
How long had passed? Did we beat Taker? What about Event Horizon or Ellen or Maxine and Derek? What happened during the war with Texas?
Sacrifice wasn’t going to tell me, it’s implied she can’t even remember me or what she did to me. What she did to my friends.
“Dammit,” I murmured while moving my hand through my hair. “I can’t stand this.”
I meant that. The last valid thing I remember was reaching the final doors, ready to kill the king of Texas and stop Taker. Now I’m here, with a sacrifice who doesn’t remember me or what she did and two strangers.
Why the hell is this place a wreck anyway?
I turned to the adult and child.
“Who the hell are you anyway?”
The black man took a moment to look at me and bowed.
“My deepest apologies,” he said. “I am Nightmare. My friend here is Dead Metal.”
He pointed to the girl in the metal mask.
“We came here to meet you in person. Our boss has heard about you and took an interest. He is actually arriving here in a few minutes to greet you in person.”
Sacrifice looked up from the ground where she sat. “Boss?”
“Yes. You know him as Biohazard.”
That wasn’t good at all. He shouldn’t be moving. He never moves. This place – even if it is fucked up with the walls made of skin and the smell – is not in Biohazard’s territory.
“H-He left his park?” I stammered. Sacrifice glanced at me. She didn’t know, did she? She didn’t know the monster she and her gang made years ago.
“Why he is indeed,” smiled Nightmare deceptively. “He has an interest in you and… her.”
As Nightmare all but snarled at Sacrifice I started casting my power as wide and as fast I could. Biohazard was coming.