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The first thought to enter Dark's mind after being shot by a lazer beam and then hitting a mountain was
Auch
And also
Son of a bitch
The good thing (if you could count it as one) is that he was still alive, more of less. His whole body felt like it was on fire, especially his right arm, Dark suspected it was broken or something, which was very impressive cause of the whole him being indestructible thing. No matter, he was going to kick Chosen's ass as soon as he saw him.
He just needed to get up, no big deal, breathe in and out, and ignore the crushing pain on your lugs and the dumness of your legs.
Now get up
...
C'mon, get up–
Is an easy task, just do it already.
You did not get out of Alan's control just to be beat out by a stupid kid.
...
Dark was tired.
Maybe he could take a little nap, just 2 minutes, it will be okay, he'll feel better soon after.
With a final breath, Dark closed his eyes and even with his body in pain he soon enough felt into a sumbler, sleeping peacefully the hollowhead did not noticed the footsteps creeping towards him, getting closer and closer, the new figure observed the condition of the red hollowhead and made a call into his earpeace. When the agent finished the report, he waited until back up arrived for the transportation. He wondered why this hollowhead in the ground was important for his boss, however, he would never question them, no matter no much he hated it, but luckily for him maybe the condition the hollowhead was in would be enough for them to die.
Dark came to awareness once again, his head hurt like a bitch, the pain from before was still present, which meant he hasn't healed on his own yet, and Dark didn't like that. His mind felt fuzzy.. thinking was hard, Dark moved his hand trying to touch it but founded out he couldn't, his limbs were straped into a bed.
The hollowhead looked around and found himself in some kind of room with simple light and equipment on the side, his legs and arms were strapped in.. oh wait, only one arm, great.
His right arm was gone, he could see bloody bandages wrapped on what was left of it and part of his torso, Dark would be panicked for his lost of limb but there were more important things, for starters, the weird room he was in, and also who was responsible for him being here.
Okay, things he knew, his head hurts, he was strapped onto a bed, his healing was slow, escape ideas? he.. could get the bed to catch on fire, that could work for something, right?
The door opened.
Dark watched as the new figure made themselves present, Dark's vision was fuzzy but as they walked in closer they came into focus, a stickfigure, no, a hollow head–
"..Chosen?"
His voice sounded raspy but the hollowhead heard it, he looked at Dark but there's was no angry expression on him.
His brother– Chosen, was here? why did he return for him? To finish him off? He didn't care, Dark hated him, they could destroy their creator together, have the world at their feet, but he was a coward and chose Alan over him–
Chosen's arm got closer to him, Dark flinched waiting for the puch to come, but instead Chosen's hand gently rubbed his head. Dark froze, the gesture was unknown for him, why was Chosen doing this?
He stayed still in silence as the figure stopped, he stared at Dark's face without saying a word, and then Dark could fully look at him, it wasn't his brother, just a random gray hollowhead.
"You are not him" He snarled in hatred.
The stickfigure smile and walk away from Dark, they then came back with some kind of headset in their hands, bringing it closer to his face it, Dark moved away from it, he didn't trust it.
"What are you doing?"
The hollowhead didn't answer, they just put the headset on Dark no matter how hard he fought under it, now Dark's vision was dark, he could hear the stickfigure moving, and.. typing? Whatever they did the headset turn up, they could see once more, but the background change. He wasn't in a weird room anymore, but instead outdoors, laying in the crater his fall made– was this thing making him watch his memories? how the hell were they doing that!?
Dark memories started to move backwards, as if someone was rewinding a movie to the beginning, he saw the end of the fight he had with that kid, how their eyes glowed green, how he had kill their friends, fighting Chosen, talking with Chosen, telling him how they could destroy their creator together– No no! he didn't want to remember him! he hated him– he doesn't want to see him again!
The memories flashed faster, it was started to hurt, Dark wanted to close his eyes, to make it stop remembering, he begun to hit back his head against the bed he was trapped in, he wated it off– off off off off–
Hands held his face in place, it was strong enough to make him stop but also.. gentle?
"Shusssh, endured a little more, it will end soon" a voice infront of him said, and Dark just couldn't fight.
His memories were almost ending, he saw Chosen stretching his hand towards him, saying how they could fight their creator together, how Alan made him with only a purpose, to destroy The Chosen One, and then only blank.
His mind was blank.
No memories left.
Sh– He can't remember–
The red hollowhead came to awareness when a headset was taken off his head, the first face he saw was a grey hollowhead, like him–
"Hello" They softly said, "Do you know who I am?"
He did not, should he know them?
Apparently his silent was an answer cause they asked once again, "Do you know who you are?"
The red hollowhead thought about it, "..The dark Lord"
Huh, that was his name? if he knew his name then he must know who he is, however he just can't rebember– shouldn't he knows who he is?
"Wh– Who I am?" he asked the grey hollowhead in a panic.
They calmly looked at him, and Dark felt.. save around them, "My name's Vic, my team found you badly injured and brought you here to help you, do you remember that?"
"I– I don't know.."
Vic gave him a sympathetic smile, "Don't worry too much, you can stay with us if you can't remember anything, be a part of our family and.. found you a mission"
"but–" The red hollowead recalled something vital about him..
There was a shift in Vic Dark didn't see.
He didn't know how he knew this, but it was important, like it was imprinted on him, on a part of his very core, "My mission is to destroy The Chosen One"