A dinosaur out of context is like a character without a story. Worse than that, the character suffers from amnesia. —Jack Horner
I'm not quite sure where I am. I’m not quite sure who I am. I don’t remember much about myself. Although I am aware that I must’ve done something morally wrong as my face was being held against a cold surface. My arm was twisted behind my back and there was a numbing sensation that tingled from my forearm to my wrist.
“What d’ya have to say now, Oliver?” Snarled a rough voice from behind my head. I immediately had begun to panic. I struggled from the ground, useless. I heard the hearty laughs from behind me. It was then that a switch flipped.
My body had begun to move on its own. In a flash, I had found the ground spinning away from me as my body flipped over the mass above. Now, I was standing above the man who held me incapacitated and he was sprawled in pain.
I felt rough hands holding me back almost immediately afterwards.
“Damn it Cross!” Someone hissed into my ear. I was confused. Why didn’t they hold back the other guy when he was attacking me? I didn’t have enough time to ask as they push me into a white padded room.
“Hopefully,” The blue suited man sneered at me. “You’ll learn not to pick fights.”
He shut the door.
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