The Story Continued!!!
I hopped onto my motorcycle and headed north. I didn’t know where I was going; I only knew I had to get away from there. There was blood on my shirt and hands, I had no memory, I had just been shot and healed, and I had stabbed two men with things that were in my hands.
What was wrong with me? Why was I like this? What happened to me? Why did I have no memory? Why did I have no ID? Who was the young man in my locket?
That was it. Somehow I knew the man in the picture had to be the answer to my questions. He was the key. He knows me. Or at least, knew me. I had to find him.
I pulled off the road to have a closer look at the picture. Night was falling, and it was hard to read, but there was definitely something on the back of the picture. Maybe it was his name? I didn’t know. Could’ve been something else entirely. Sighing, I put the picture back and got back on the road.
Now what? Somehow, I had to find him. That’s great, I thought. How am I going to find a guy I know nothing about when he could be anywhere in the world? Well, I could go about it intelligently by finding a place to find people, although I wanted to stay away from police and detectives; or I could go to random places. I was drawn northwest; I just felt like I was being pulled from there. So, shrugging, I decided to go to Montana, and if I didn’t find him there, I’d… well I’d think about that when I got there.
Okay, I know what you’re thinking. Montana’s a big state. True, but I was drawn there. I can’t explain it, but I figured it was worth checking out. Maybe he was there.
After a couple more hours of driving, I pulled off the empty road next to a stream in nearby woods, did what I could to wash my hands and shirt, and spent the night there.
I woke up to Jorge’s question. “He your boyfriend?” kept running in my head. “I wish I knew the answer to that,” I said aloud. I smiled, “When I find him,” but didn’t finish the thought because a new one had occurred to me. What if I left because he knew about my claws? It was an unsettling idea. But I don’t have anything else to go on, I thought. I still have to find him.
I stopped at a food and gas station to fill up my tank and grab a bite to eat. It wasn’t until I smelled the food that I realized how hungry I was. I suppose that’s what distracted me from the goon who was watching me as I paid for my order. I got my breakfast, sat down in a booth, took another look at the locket, and remembered the paper in my wallet. I had looked at it before but only briefly. I pulled it out of my wallet and woke up slumped onto the table with a small gathering of people looking at me. When I inquired what happened, someone told me a man hit me on the back of my head, grabbed my wallet, and ran out the door. I hadn’t been unconscious long.
“Don’t worry, my sister called 911 and the police are on their way here.”
“What?”
They thought I didn’t understand, but I did. I had to get out of there. I stood up and ran out of the building. Seems like I’ve been doing that a lot lately, I thought to myself. Fortunately I had filled up my bike before I came in to eat. Unfortunately, in my haste to leave I didn’t think to grab my food.
Without much direction in mind, I headed out of there as quickly as I could. If the police find out about me, I thought, that’s it. They’ll put me into some crazy research program, and for the rest of my life they’ll poke me and prod me and I’ll never get out.
All day I kept driving. I stopped maybe once for a fifteen-minute nap. Finally I was in Montana. It was near sundown, and I could see it was a nice area I was in. It was quiet, there were trees, and a fence with a gate on one side of the road; somebody lived there.
Well, I was mighty hungry and had food on my mind. I also thought I’d ask if they’d hire me for a day or two, doing what I wasn’t sure, but I needed money. It was worth a shot. I pulled up to the gate, and saw a man leaning against the fence looking into the distance. He heard me and looked at me warmly. It set me at ease; my troubles just melted away.
He spoke first. “Well, hello, WC. Didn’t think you’d come back.”
