Injection 1.1

"What?" My words dribbled out, mangled and skewered as I slowly felt my sense return to me. 

The slow murmurs of a man reached me, "You are alright. You are safe." It took me a second to process the words and turn my eyes to the source, fighting the terrible weakness I felt in my bones. 

A man dressed in the darkest shade of black was holding me over his shoulder as he grappled his way out…into a blinding light. I flinched away. Trying to shield my eyes from the sensation, I moved my limbs, they refused, utter weakness assaulted as my breathing hitched. A kidnapping. 

Still, I forced my head to turn—opened my eyes to look at the guy who had me. What the hell did this fucker want? I needed to know how to negotiate, so I forced myself. What greeted me was a bat mask.

Fucking Batman's mask. 

"Oh fuck me," Was all I could say before I blacked out. 

—--

"This is your father," The doctor said as he introduced me to a man who looked no older than his thirties. Well built with a mop of black hair and a thick beard all over white skin.

"Hello, I am…" I began before cutting my words and twisting my lips into a frown, just judging by the way the man sighed I knew I had earned a lot of pity points from him. 

The doctor's lips didn't betray much emotion as he sat on the chair next to 'my' father. But he closed his eyes as he turned to Father, "As you can see…" 

Father cut in, "Amnesia…" He looked like he had swallowed a lump of coal. I didn't blame the man, if your daughter was kidnapped by aliens only to say she can't remember you after the fact must have been brutal.

Still, no my issue, after all, I had problems and the one that stood at the forefront of them all was shelter, I had nothing in this world, and well I had no grasp at whatever straw I could, so I asked the man, "Sorry but—Can you tell me my name?" 

He took a deep breath before he nodded and started, "Mira, Mira Smith. I am Kalvin Smith. Your father. Your mother is Sabrina Smith, you will meet her at home." 

"I see," Saying so I shut up, speaking too much made me liable to mess up. The better thing to do was to keep quiet.

Something which Kalvin seemed to have grasped as he turned his stony face to the doctor, "When can she be discharged?" 

The doctor said, "Well, now if you want. Though there will be many things to be careful of. And a list of supplements…" He smiled at my father, "Don't worry though, all expenses are on the feds for this one."

———

"Our home?" I tried sounding as enthusiastic as I could, as I asked the man pushing my wheelchair into the elevator, "Yes," He answered. The man was of few words, ex-military from what he had told me. And I was his son—daughter. Right, I am a girl now. 

Pressing the switch for the tenth floor he asked me, "Does this remind you of anything?" 

"No," Should it? I mean even if I had lost my memories, I doubt pressing an elevator switch would hold any significance. 

Almost like he read what was on my mind and told me, "You used to always press the switch for the eleventh floor, you liked jumping down the stairs from there to the tenth." 

Maybe she did, she was only thirteen years old after all, "I did huh?" 

"Yes, many more small things…," He was cut off by the chime of the elevator and my eyes moved up to the led display. We were on the tenth floor.

He didn't say anything more as he let the door open and pushed me along across to the room just to the left of it. 

And it was then that I realised something, there were three flats on this floor and this was a proper apartment block not far from the city centre. This place was expensive and he was retired, so a question wrestled out of me, "What does Mother do?" 

He laughed a dry chuckle as he inserted a key into the door and turned to me, "At least you have the same sense for money as before. Your mother is a researcher. Accomplished too." 

"How did you two meet?" He opened the door as I asked and pulled me in while answering, "In elementary. Childhood sweethearts."

Then he turned me to a specific door, "Ready?" I nodded. 

And so, the door was opened and out came the monster of…blandness. Huh, a very very normal room. Neat and tidy, looks used, with a study desk next to the wall, a bed and a dresser. 

"It's pretty bland," I turned my opinion over to him, and he shrugged, "Your room. Your choices. If you don't like it, we can always paint it together."

Sure, "Make some new memories together?" If that makes you feel better. 

"When you are recovered," He pushed me inside before helping me get onto my bed.

Fucking aliens could have done something other than the generic human battery plot but no. 

Seeing me on my bed he gave me a final look over before declaring, "I will be in the hall, call me if you need something. Alright, kiddo?" 

"Thanks, Dad," The words—lies flowed as easily as water down the Nile as I waved him off my room, leaving me alone.

Not that I could stand it, trying to keep myself from thinking of my situation I shifted off to the side of my bed, there was a drawer there and a piece of paper with the words [Stationary] stuck to it. Convenient. 

Convenient because that's what I was most interested in. Her notebooks, which class she was in, what was the level of study here in the US of A, and what level I would have to emulate. All important things. 

So I wrapped my arms around the handle and slid it back. It didn't have stationery. A case. A singular case was there, the skin was silver, deep dark silver with skulls etched into the surface at perfect symmetry, with mad precision, some were humanoid, some were not…I should have been panicking, a headless chicken too scared to think. 

But I was thinking. 

Maybe it was some magic that was keeping me straight. Or maybe it was the word I was seeing that did. 

Word is written out with skulls aligned slightly 'off' from the rest, [Gamer.] 

Almost by instinct, my hand went to the clamp and pulled it open. And there, sitting in between velvet cushions was a…shard? I couldn't describe it but there was a feeling to it. An off feeling. But that was obvious, just the perfect symmetry of it, just the way the light just fell through it—it was not natural. Never could be. 

But I knew what to do with it. Somehow I did. I pulled it out of its case like a mother would her newborn. 

Then my grip tightened around it, with strength I didn't know this body had and with all my might—I plunged it down. The pointed end was straight through my chest. 

The flesh gave way. The chest bone cracked. My boiling blood spilt through the edges until the crystal finally reached my heart.

How was that possible with these stick-like arms? Good question. 

But the pain didn't last long before I blacked out. 

[A/N: Any suggestions? Voice them out.]