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Thomas Edwards

No memory. No knowledge. No Life....

Awoken by some Deafening screech rattled by the enthusiasm of death, Yes that’s it, death stains these walls. I awake to see a hand. Is it mine?
I am lost and confused in a maze of demolished memories, and there is no exit in sight.

These appear to be shackles around my wrists; however there are unclasped and I am free, free! As I rise from this chair I feel condemned to search this place. I NEED answers. I transcend from this seat and my feet first touch marble. I instantly recognize that feeling of cold, as a bitter chill sets upon my skin, goose-bumps appear and I am greeted by the happiness to know that I am still fleshly, mortal. There is a file that I glance upon. It intrigues me as the face depicted on the front reminds me of something, someone. I lift the file and a name appears is..... Is this me? Whilst astonished by the sensation of discovery, a flashback occurs, memory!
 A young man about twenty is standing there and a French flag is raised proudly above his head with a passport and a belt wrapped around his waist like an anaconda, it had engraved “
Abel”.

I open my eyes to a room now filled with even more mystery. Is this me? I need to know so I head toward a light, laminating the door to my left. This chamber that looks to have held me will now free me upon the unsuspected world. I walk free from this chamber and see that i am in what seems to be a military type base (I come to this conclusion as there are many heavily armed vehicles and an American flag raised high upon a pole).
“Sometime animals are safer in their cages” a voice blossomed from behind a truck. A well built man steps forward with a fierce stare; he wears standard camouflaged combats and boots as well as a vest of olive green and a late 60s pair of aviator sunglasses. He steps forwards and removes these so I see him clearly and cracks his knuckles in a fashion that would intimidate others but no, not me I feel a rush of adrenaline and I become that animal fuelled by combat, that warrior!

Join now!

The only words spoken from now on will be through our fists. As we engage in combat a huge grin overcomes me and I feel happy, complete. And as we touch I am enlightened by the discipline of judo. I AM ABEL! I AM CHAMPION!
 The fight drags on and there can be no victor as we are antibodies to our opponent’s technique. And so the fight draws to a close and we end up having a stare down. There is only one word spoken before a flash bag is deployed and that word is “
lonely”. As the flash blinds ...

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