Post by Paradiso on Oct 5, 2021 16:21:09 GMT -6
Who am I?
I-I can’t see anything.
Everything seems so… Dark
It’s hard to breathe, as if I’m in the center of a burning building ready to collapse.
“WAKE UP”
Hm? What was that? A voice maybe? I wonder if it’s Heaven or Hell coming for me? I truly don’t know. I don’t even know who I am or if I did anything. Maybe I saved someone's life and I get to go to… Deep down, I don’t know why but I feel like there’s no place for me there. No place for me anywhere.
“I KNOW YOU’RE NOT DEAD! WILL YOU WAKE UP ALREADY?”
I’m not dead? Then why can’t I move or even open my eyes? More importantly who is this person trying to get me up? Are they a friend I had? Maybe an enemy who wants to look me in my eyes while they finish me off? There’s so much I want to know, so much I don’t know if I can know.
A slap that rivals that of a strike of lightning from the Hammer of Thor is then heard.
This man’s eyes then snap open revealing such a beautiful color of gray. A color never known to be beautiful but described more as bland and normally used to compliment other colors. This man's eyes were so piercing you would think his iris’ were silver bullets made for slaying Werewolves.
Slowly, very slowly raises to his backside still not quite able to see but as a blur the figure of someone wearing a Violet crop top and black Jeans with mid length dark hair slightly flowing in the air.
“FINALLY! I don’t know what the hell happened to you but let’s get you back somewhere… not here.”
He tries to speak but his voice has not quite caught up with him yet.
“Ah-- Gah- FUCK! There we go *Light chuckle that was more for him* I need to know where I am. Please.
He props himself up on one arm, still sitting waiting for an answer from what he can now see as an unbelievably gorgeous woman with the face that can only be described as being created by the hand of god himself.
“Listen, in time I’ll try to explain what I know at least, and that isn’t much pal. So can we please get out of this forest that was clearly burnt down. He is about to speak before she interrupts him by putting her hand up. “Ah ah ah. No questions for you right now because no, I have no idea why you’re in the middle of a burnt down forest. But if it helps, We’re in Mexico and only a little ways away from the border of Central America WHICH is where we’re heading big boy.”
He manages to stand impotently while clutching his side.
“Fuckin’ Mexico? A fuckin’ FOREST in Mexico?”
“Mhmm.” She then does a small half assed smile at him while holding her hands together.
“What the fuck… W-Wait hold up. Who even are you? You’re speaking English too so you musta been looking for me.”
“Yeah, I was looking for you. Obviously you have lost your memory, which is unfortunate but thankfully I’m here to help! I’m going to- Help you. BUT FIRST! We need to get to Central America. It’s gonna be a bit of a journey there- uh.. Do you know your name?
He goes from making eye contact with the woman to looking down trying desperately to remember his name.
“Wwwell my name is Beatrice. Since you can’t Remember let’s just give you a name for now huh?”
He looks back up with almost a defeated expression on his face
“Paradiso.”
"Paradiso?”
“Yeah… I don’t know exactly why but it just- feels right I guess?”
Beatrice Shrugs and laughs a bit
“Alright, Paradiso… I’m gonna call you Diso for short.”
She puts a very cute smile on for him and giggles.
“Whatever. I’ll go with you but as soon as we get to Central America we’re gonna sit down and you’re gonna explain everything you know. That is all I care about right now, not you trying to act cute to make me forget what I want. I may not remember anything before I woke up but you are not gonna manipulate me.”
She lightly pats Paradiso on his cheek that is covered with a shockingly well groomed beard and then quickly runs her fingers through his long dark brown hair that was draping over his face.
“Don't worry Diso, if I wanted to spin you around my finger, I would. I have no intentions of doing so… Yet *She Winks at him* But uh, We’re going to Panama. So, we gotta cut through just about all of Central America. Should be fun though! We can learn so much about each-- You can learn so much about me on the way there! So, let’s get going shall we?
A very visible look of confusion goes over Paradiso’s face that turns into frustration as this woman who awoken him who he does not remember is now just taking him on some long adventure to Panama for an Unknown reason. The whole situation is very suspicious.
“What’s in Panama? For what fucking reason do I need to go there with you?”
Beatrice stops walking away dead in her tracks as she turns to face Paradiso again but doesn’t look nearly as joyful as she had just a moment ago.
“So many questions with you, Paradiso. I said I was gonna help you and that’s exactly what I’m gonna do. There are just a few steps to get you to where you need to be. Once we get to Panama, all will be revealed ok? Ok.”
Paradiso walks gingerly towards Beatrice to grab her arm and prevent her from walking away from him. She stops and looks over her shoulder at him with such a demonic look for someone with such an angelic face.
“Don’t.”
Is all she says before Paradiso lets go. Taken aback, Paradiso says nothing in return being put in his place knowing his best shot at regaining his memory is through her. So they begin walking with Paradiso begrudgingly following Beatrice from behind. Not a word spoken for several minutes before they reach the exit of the forest. They continue only a little ways further to a small adobe made house. Barely enough room for two people. Paradiso sits at the edge of the small bed which is one of the only pieces of furniture in this single room house that only has a lone wooden chair, a collapsible plastic table, a very old looking stove, and a trunk. Beatrice walks over to the trunk and begins taking things out of it.
“Here. *She hands Paradiso a very long hooded Poncho that is Dark green with a large Aztec Eagle logo on the front and a piece of laminated paper* Once we leave, keep that on until we at least get to Honduras and the paper is a fake passport IF we need it. Ideally getting there without being harassed by the authorities would be just lovely. *Beatrice throws on a Basic Black Hooded Poncho* Ready?
“Uh, I guess? Throwing a lot at me but it seems I don’t really have a choice but to trust you huh?”
“Rhetorical or not, I really wish you would stop asking questions.”
Paradiso angrily sighs and puts the Poncho on following Beatrice out the House, both throwing their hoods up.
“First, we need to get some horses and ride to the boat yard a ways away from here. Then we can get at the most, to El Salvador and pray we don’t get stopped by the Coast Guards cause we’ll likely get shot” She laughs as they continue walking.
The pair's adventure has just begun as Paradiso follows Beatrice blindly hoping doing so leads him to who he is and how he ended up in a charred forest in Mexico.
