Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-29711200-20170206103720/@comment-30105631-20170206205518

He lit the cigar. Inhaled. Coughed slightly. Exhaled.

Small graveyard - small town. He strolled through it, thinking as hard as he possibly could for a memory... for something!

He approached one grave, and touched it slightly...

Flashes of papers - blood-soaked rooms.

''"We found him!" The Investigator yelled, and then from behind he was stabbed, and he just added to the redness of the room.''

''The Serial Killer laughed cruelly. "You'll never catch me." And he brought the knife down again.''

No... he knew that life. It wasn't his own. The quest to find his own life - it could only be his own life.

The second grave.

''Heavy breathing. Rhythmic moving.''

She smiled with sweetened breath, and then he brought the knife down.

Wrong. That wasn't him.

He approached a third grave.

''The man yelled out, the man with the gun. The Serial Killer stood over the dead body of a Doctor, regarding the Vigilante calmly.''

''"There is nothing you can change." He said simply. "You are not of his profession. Besides - he is already dead."''

''The Vigilante roared and shot the Serial Killer in the chest. The man tripped - fell to the back of the docks and into the water, where his body floated away.''

No... not his.

The last grave. Unmarked. He approached it.

''Memories of falling - of water. Washing away as the Vigilante stood proud of his achievement.''

''Memories fading - fading - fading... no memory...''

''Another town. A doctor, nursing him back to health. The long trek back to where he came from.''

''The graves. An Investigator. An Escort. A Vigilante. An unmarked grave.''

The Amnesiac smiled. He now knew who he was. He now knew what he was born for. He was ready.

The Amnesiac died in that graveyard, his voiceless presence filling the unmarked grave, and the Serial Killer, reborn, strode into the town.

End of Amnesiac Story.