When he woke up, it was dark. His mind was clouded over by fog and he was totally alone. It didn't bother him much, but it left him feeling achy. It puzzled him, this feeling of half of him missing. He shrugged it away mental, opening his eyes and sitting up. Then, he looked around to take in his surroundings.
It was white room with black drapes and black furniture. The furniture gleamed and were of the darkest of pitch black shades. They looked as though they where freshly painted though a testing touch to the cold and unyielding would of the dresser proved otherwise. He frowned though he was not upset or confused. Rather the opposite, he was apathetic. Some where, the back of his mind, he was almost certain that he should feel something. Anger for being kidnapped, fear for being in an unfamiliar place, fear for not remembering anything. Instead, he didn't seem to care. He didn't feel... anything. And while that should have been unnerving, he wasn't even disturbed by it.
"Tom..."
The man turned his head at the sound of the faint voice, sounding very far away with its thick German accent. He was alone. The man stared blankly, some hidden instinct telling him he should furrow his brow, be puzzled. But what for? He didn't feel puzzled.
The sound of the door slowly opening made him turn his head and there was a blank faced blond with a buzz cut, glasses perched on the bridge of his nose. "Hello, #14. Welcome to the Organization. What is your name?"
"Shouldn't you know?" #14 said blankly and the man shook his head.
"You choose your name. Otherwise you are just a number."
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"Tom..."
"Very well then, Tom. Your clothes are in there," he said, pointing to the dresser, "so get dressed quickly and then follow me for your evaluation."
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Tom tugged briefly at the dark robes. They were too... small. They fit him perfectly and... well, he felt as though it should bother him so he decided to pretend it did. He wanted something 4 sizes bigger. Something bigger then he was. It was a curious desire but he chose not to question it, only push the want to the back of his mind for further pondering.
When they stepped up to the doors, they had to pause for his escort to key in his code and it gave Tom enough time to glance at the shiny black walls around them and see himself for the first time. He had brown, not hazel but chocolate, eyes and thick eyebrows that were dark but lighter then his hair color suggesting they were both dyed. He was Caucasian but tanned and bad a bolt through his thick lower lip. Black cornrows graced his head and he wore a black bandana that he found himself rather... well not pleased as he was still apathetic but as close to pleased as he could be to see it. His nose was round and slightly up turned at the end, his jawline curved but still masculine when combined with his high rising cheek bones.
He himself was rather muscular and not overly short, pushing 6'3" when he wasn't slouching although that stance felt more... natural. He turned as he heard the door beep to see his companion gesturing him inside. He nodded vaguely and entered, glancing about his surroundings. The ceiling was almost impossible to see, the floor an almost mirror like silver tile that was barely not-black. The walls where white again but they had moving pictures, almost as though they were tv's but built into the wall and slightly filmy. They moved around the room as well, some hovering seemingly on their own around the room.
"This is where you will come for your assignments and to train," the blond said in a monotone as Tom nodded. "They show various different places that when touched can assimilate an environment similar but free of danger. You can also open portals to journey to the places. We'll get to that later, once you've been fully evaluated, is that clear?" Tom nodded again and the man touched one screen, a tropical one.
Suddenly, Tom was standing in the forest, the sounds of birds hooting around him. He stared around blankly, wondering why he was here. Suddenly, he heard a growling and turned his head to see a strange creature unlike any his mind could forge up, looking completely in its element as it heaved towards him. A flash of something similar to fear rushed through him but it was like an echo, a feeling not his own but someone else's, fear for his sake but not from him.
"Lauf weg!!"
Despite what the frantic voice called to him, still as distant as ever, he found himself rooted to the spot, unable to move. The creature roared and he just knew, some how, that he wouldn't die. In his mind, a voice started up, singing and his fingers twitched for something. He wanted to pluck at strings but he didn't know why. Focusing on that desire, a guitar appeared in his hands and he instinctively played a few notes. Almost immediately, it turned into a twisted looking key, made of dark shiny metal. It looked deadly and out of gut feeling, he turned, slamming it down brutally on the creatures head. It flashed into a million small white squares, almost like digital sparks, and disappeared.
Another roar sounded, and then another. One fell from the trees and he rolled away, leaping as another shot for him from the leaves. He swung a kick at the second and then decapitated the first. He found himself on his back as the first landed over him, his blade falling out of his hand. The creature snapped at him, it's deadly teeth inches from Tom's face. He lurched his fist back and forced it forward brutally, punching the creature's mouth hard enough to push it off of him. He leaped to his feet, blade already back in his hand and easily speared the thing right through it's chest.
As the last... thing disappeared, the forest began to dissolve and the man from before was sitting, reading a book. He made a mark and then looked up at Tom, his face once again expressionless. "You passed..." he said simply and stood, walking out of the room. Tom moved to follow him but stopped, his eyes trained on a place. It looked like a rainy urban street, the sky so dark a blue that it was black. A feeling inside of him pulled him towards the image, a voice whispered in his ear.
"Tom..."
"Tom! Come on."
Tom turned to look at his companion, nodding and looking back at the image before following. Some where, the voice whispered again, sounding faint. "Tom... Kommen Sie finden mich ... Komm und rette mich ..."
