Except of the Amnesia Love Story [Horror Fantasy, 587 words]
She didn’t know what hit her. The force was strong but wielded by no human; yet strong enough to knock her back. She immediately stopped whatever tedious task she was doing and immediately lost interest as she would rather follow the direction of the force. She exited the bay door and hopped in her ship with no idea where she was going only her heart pulled so she flew. The journey was quiet. This late at night she was further elated by the fact that few humans would see her and none would require her to don the mask and interact. A joy that she smiled about as she glanced at her face in the mirror and realized the scars were more beautiful than she remembered. Illuminated by the moonlight her smile grew even wider upon noticing her beauty.
Passing a large pond that was obviously higher than the road, she slowed to bank left into a quiet residential area where large houses loomed over cliffs and grand yards ran for acres. As the path narrowed just past a deep curve her vessel climbed a small hill to find a small cottage nestled in the middle of an ancient river yet skillfully set to not interrupt the flow.
She flew her vessel to the loading bay but the door didn’t open. She decided to park her ship and see what was drawing her to the cottage. Noticing a light was on, she felt like this was a beacon specifically meant for her and she followed the curving brick path toward the light. Just beyond she noticed a small cavern that seemed to have sounds of life coming out. She carefully passed the light and inched her way up 3 steps to find a glass viewing area where she could see life.
She realized that beyond that glass something was different. It felt more full and expansive than she felt in her life. She felt the life she was enjoying was missing something but with her amnesia and the implant glitching she couldn’t put a finger on what the absence in her heart was. She went back to her life as she remembered it but had lost a good number of months which the number of she was uncertain.
Her heart began to take control again and feeling like it had not led her astray yet so she slowly lifted her hand and knocked on the glass.
Scared and anxious, she looked through the glass viewing panel and saw a shape coming toward. Frozen in her place. So unlike her. Normally her fiery archer spirit takes control of the situation but in this moment she froze.
Locked in only on the eyes of the approaching shape.
Suddenly she was swept up in a forceful embrace by the shape. She tensed at first to protect herself from harm but immediately relaxed at the smell of the shape. It smelled deeply familiar and intoxicatingly delicious.
And then there were those eyes. She often noticed the eyes of things. She has always felt you can tell a lot by the eyes. These eyes gazed deep into her in return and in them she saw it.
A spark.
The shape made noises but it wasn’t a language she understood nor did she care. The feeling of the shape against her body and the embrace from it was warm and inviting. She paused as the shape beckoned her deeper inside the cave and again decided to follow the thread pull of her heart.