The fighting would be mor of instict, for instance a soccer player hits his head and loses his memory. He would still be able to play as well as before because his body knows how to play. Quite an interesting subject actually, the mind can forget but the body remembers. On the other hand for his speaking that would be something different, he did get some lessons from his brother and personality plays into that as well; being confident.
New chapter, bit short but it took me awhile to write. Pretty important info though. Also would love to hear your theory on how, especially after reading this!
He was much different from Damion he seemed more confident and he showed that by staring me directly in my eyes and laughing at me mockingly. I knew immediately that getting any information out of him would be hard because his eyes showed no fear; just defiance.
"Pleasure to see you again, boy."
"Pleasure is all mine, prisoner ." I looked up to the guard and nodded, the prisoner continued to smile mockingly but he obviously understood what was about to happen and he didn?t need to wait long as the guard picked him up and smashed his head into his knee. The prisoners blood flew from his nose, the guard threw him to the ground but he looked back up still smiling. "Not enough? This can be over quickly without any suffering, wouldn't you rather have that."
"I am no traitor, you piece of ****!" Without warning he bounded to his feet, the guards taken by surprise were knocked back, and his face was an inch from mine in a second then his head smashed into my forehead. I stumbled back my vision blurred but got my right fist to connect with his jaw. Right before the soldiers managed to restrain him I saw his left fist flying towards me, I felt a dull pain to the left side of my head following quickly by a sharper pain at the back; then my vision faded and everything went black.
I was running after my older brother through open fields. Not far off leaning against our house was my Father watching us play and through the window I could see my Mother busy in the kitchen. Once again I looked forward and saw my older brother was closer, I reached out and grabbed onto his clothing. He was jolted, now pulling my weight too, he tripped himself and I didn't stopped myself in time. I fell over him. We both lay in the open grass for a few seconds in silence before looking at each other and laughing loudly at each other. We were younger, much younger and childish without a care in the world.
The scene changed to something much different, something that made no sense whatsoever.
I was standing on the porch watching my Father's back as he slowly walked away, he was dressed in a military uniform. He was leaving for a long time. Behind me my Mother was silently crying in the doorframe my Father looked back when he reached the bus and smiled sadly. He waved to us the boarded it and was gone.
My eyes opened and then quickly closed, I sat up and slowly opened them again. It was bright so it took awhile for me to get used to the sudden change but I found myself in my room, in my bed. My head was pounding but I still pulled myself out and dressed myself. It was hard but I managed to piece together what happened, I remembered interrogating the prisoner and him getting up and attacking me. Odd... I thought he was chained. How did he manage to get free? I found it hard to think as my mind was focusing on my dreams which were beginning to fade. I put my hand on my head, it was still throbbing and I was wandering what I could get to make it stop or lessen it. Taking a deep breath I walked over to my desk and looked over it quickly finding the papers I had before, as well as a few new ones. I picked them up and left my room.
I decided I would head back to the interrogation chambers and finish what I had started then I would return and give my report. I started my long walk and let thoughts wander. In no time I found myself back in the chambers and in front of me were to surprised and slightly embarrassed guards.
"Sir, we didn't know you were coming back. After getting your head hit against the wall like that, are you sure you are okay."
"Good enough to get revenge for the man who did that..."
They clumsily turned around and led me back to the prisoner's chamber, regaining their composure at the door. One of them took from his waist a right of keys and inserted a large silver key into the lock. They opened it and escorted me inside.
"We aren't sure how he escaped last time but we redid them and added a few more securities." The same guard who unlocked it walked up to the prisoner and pulled at the chains binding him. Positive they were secured he looked up at me, "Ready when you are, sir."
"Back aga-" This time I didn't let the man finish, angered by before, I stepped forward and planted a heavy kick to his face.
"You are going to answer my questions, every single one of them. Let's start simple, what is your name?" He remained silent but I wasn't in the mood to deal with it so I let the guard give him a kick to the ribs. "What is your name?"
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