Thread: Amnesia (Nico x Hahvoc)

RE Amnesia Oliver hummed a tune, pouring himself a cup of coffee from the press. It was some sort of old Russian sailor's dance that he'd heard on the radio. Despite his dislike of classical music, folk music was a welcome alternative. It was amazing how two different styles could transform the sound of the same instruments so dramatically. Plating the his breakfast, he turned off the stove and reached over towards the window to turn the radio on. He always listened to NPR as part of his morning ritual, but this time his usually deft finger's slipped on the volume dial, making the noise blast through his small kitchen. Oliver stumbled back, until his lower back collided with the counter. It was a good thing he had set down his plate before reaching over, otherwise his food would have been scattered across the floor. His was heart thumping like crazy in his chest, throat tight, adrenaline aflame. Just as he'd reached for the radio, Oliver's eyes had caught movement out in the yard the sight of what looked to be a man dressed in white startled his nervous system into overdrive. Quickly regaining himself in a panic, he rushed to shut off the loud racket coming from the radio, but not before a reporter voiced the impossible, -male, brown hair, blue eyes, last seen on foot near freemont, has broken out of Emallry Mental Hospital. Visit our site online for more information and for a picture. I repeat, for the area of Bethel, If you see this person, do not approach him. Alert the authorities. He is extremely dangerous and highly unstable. With more details on the report of the scene of the crime is- Shaking fingers drew the blinds closed in one swift motion, knowing he'd given himself away. That figure in white, just that glimpse, was that-? No. No way. There was no way that asshole could get past that level of security- they told him when he testified that Kerrigan was given a life sentence. They told him that he wouldn't have to worry about him anymore. B-besides... How the fuck could get all the way out here on foot? I mean- I am a two hours drive from Emallry! Unless the mad man had walked all night. Fear clenched in his gut. It's not him, you coward. Just go and tell the druggie to leave. It's just some kid Still, Oliver's hand shook on the door nob as he twisted it and stepped out into the freezing morning air. Oliver cursed quietly, sticking his hands under his armpits. Shoes starting to get wet with the dew of the grass, he made his way around the side of the house. His heart almost stopped again when he saw the white-clad figure slouching at the edge of the woods. He was still there. Hey! Oliver yelled, trying to sound intimidating, though he took halting steps forward. It was as if some sort of sick curiosity drove him to see more. It can't be him It's not him Who are you? What are you doing on my property? He demanded, scowling as he drew closer. The shadows around the figure started to recede. Oliver wondered if he should just stop now and tell him off, but he kept walking. Red. Oh shit There were big red splotches on the white clothes. Most of it looked dark and dried, some of it looked fresh. The person cradled his head in his hands, which, like his arms, were stained red as well. He couldn't see the man's face, but that wasn't his biggest worry anymore. Blood. Are you okay? Oliver squeaked out after the initial shock, then cleared his voice, embarrassed. The fear was making his legs shake. Why was he still walking forward? He must be insane. Oliver wanted to run like mad, but his concern rooted him in the spot, eyes traveling over the shadowed figure. The man looked like he was critically hurt. He wasn't wearing any shoes. Oliver's toes were starting to freeze, even within his shoes and socks. Hey- hey, look- come inside and I'll help you okay? Come on, Oliver said automatically, his voice falling to it's normal, gentle timbre, though none the less frantic. It looked like there was a lot of blood, was the man's head bleeding? Oh shit shit shit- He'd need to call an ambulance, and- wait, no- take him inside first, so he wouldn't freeze, then call an ambulance. Yeah. Come on, I'll help you walk, it's just over there, you can make it. He encouraged, stepping up to the man. Now that he was closer, the clothes looked odd. Hastily, Oliver wrapped an arm behind the bleeding man's back trying to help support his weight. Lean against me, and put your arm over my shoulders. Do you understand? He asked again, hoping the man would allow him to take him away from the woods and into the warmth of his house. What happened to him? Was he attacked by a wild animal or something? No, he didn't look like a hiker or a hunter, and it was way too early for anyone to be out, much less barefoot. Maybe a mugging, or a victim of abuse? Horrific scenarios played out in his head. He wouldn't know until he could get a look at the wounds. Don't worry, I'll help you, he said softly, hoping the stranger wouldn't pass out.