Memories of No One (OPEN)

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Red.

Swirling behind her eyelids. Blinding her. Blurring her thoughts. The red was pain, stabbing at her all over, never stopping, never relenting. Her time was running out, each second slipping away like a grain of sand in an hourglass. Her paws reached out to catch them, but they slipped through her claws, and with each grain hitting the hard pavement, the pain grew. It spread to the tips of her claws, and the small bloody mass writhed in unimaginable pain, unbearable agony. Until finally, blood blossoming like fireworks around her, she felt it begin to ebb away. Retreating back to the middle of her being. As blood flowed away from her body, the pain did too. Each drop closer to dying, closer to relief. And suddenly, there was nothing.

Black.

There was nothing. No thoughts, no smells, no sounds, no feeling. And it was relief from the agony. A break from the pain. But it was worse. So much worse. There was no pain, absolutley nothing. But that was the worst part. There was NO feeling, making every hair on her pelt numb. She longed to move, for the pain to come back, even if it sucked her life away from her. Anything was better than the black. She couldn't breath, it seemed.

She may have been in the black for merley seconds, or perhaps minutes. Maybe hours, days, months or even years. All that she knew was that she was used to it now. The nothing was almost comforting now, until she felt an itch at the edge of her. But the rest of her wouldn't move, until the itch became unbearable. Her mind, which now seemed to work, screamed at every molecule of her to move, but her muscles wouldn't respond. Was the pain coming back? She heard sounds around her as she seemed to drift somewhere between nothing and everything. Sometimes, she smelled something, and tried to call out to it, but like the rest of, her jaws wouldn't part from the near-painful death grip her teeth were in. And then with a sudden start, she was there.

Her eyes flickered open, and she felt the feeling return to her body with a rush. And as she lay, scared, hurt, confused, she waited for the memories ro come back too. But they didn't. They never did. And so she was silent, knowing nothing. Why was she here? Who was she? What happened? But they were all questions she couldn't answer. Finally she looked down at herself, and wanted to cry. She had to remember who did this to her! All over her body were wounds, holes, scratches. She moved slowly, and clenched her teeth as pain ripped through her like a wave. Some of the wounds re-opened at the itch of movement, and blood dripped endlessly from them. It flowed over the dried blood on her pelt, as if that would hide it. The smal she-cat lay her head down, and let the pain go through her. She wanted to die, to go to the black where she could waste away and die. But she was awae now, and it was awful. She hoped someone found her and killed her. What use was she if she couldn't remember anything. Nothing but a word.

Just a word, but she clung to it like a lifeline. Something! What did it mean? And like a jolt, another memory came to her. Just a voice in the distance, screaming her name in agony, calling out to her.

Blue.

[B-r-e-z-e--->>]

Wingedmagic looked down at the strange she-cat in shock. The bird in front of her flew off, but the warrior barely noticed. Her eyes were glued to this loner. As she soaked in the scene she noticed vultures and big, black crows stalking at the corners, waiting for her life to fuel out. It was just lucky a coyote hadn't swiped her. Or worse- the mountain lions. She ignored her rumbling stomach and jumped down the pile of rocks she had been standing on so that she could reach her. When she was close enough to really take a good look, she almost jumped back in horror. It looked like the cat had been mauled by a bear!

"Are you O-" she shook her head, answering her own question, "No, you aren't obviously." she circled the cat specatively, her long brown fur prickling at the condition she was in, "What happened to you? Can you stand?"

She considered running back and getting the medicine cat, but she wasn't sure if there was that much time. If those wounds reopened and started bleeding again. Bleeding more. Her green eyes darted around the clearing, looking for other Pewterclanners about. Of course, she had to find the vitally injured she-cat in the part of territory that's less frequently patrolled!

"I'm Wingedmagic."

[/Blue/]

Another cat. She recoiled, wondering if it was the one who hurt her. She whipped to a stop as pain coursed through her, blood splattering the ground and surrounding trees, or cats. She was vaugely aware of large birds circling in the sky, but she ignored them and tried to focous on how to speak. "Blue." she said, the word faint and pained. Her jaws screamed in torture as she spoke, and a few broken teeth fell to the ground beside her. She tried to think of another thing to say, what was vitally important. A word worth hurting for. She closed her eyes and sucked in a long, painful breath. "Kill me." the words were almost inaudible, and she shrank into a ball with the added pain. She didn't open her eyes, as it wasn't worth the energy.

Deciding finally that she had nothing to lose, she spoke more. "Please, just kill me." she groaned, feeling like all of her wounds were on fire. "It hurts too much." she said faintly, brathing again. She felt her heart stutter, the effort of keeping her alive becoming too much. "Please." tears stung her eyes but she barley felt them over the pain. Finally, the reddened mass opened her eyes again, and forest-green orbs looking pitifully up at Wingedmagic. She had given up trying to hide her pain, and her dying eyes showed her begging. "I want to die, just kill me." she muttered, slipping back to the ground and closing her eyes.

[B-r-e-z-e--->>]

Horrifying, yet Wingedmagic could only feel deep compassion for the she-cat. She couldn't even begin to understand how much torment Blue was going through, but she couldn't bring herself to do anything of harm against her. It wasn't what the Warrior Code stood for. "We have medicine cats!" the warrior assured, "They'll patch you up good as new. Promise." She licked her lips nervously, unsure if she could keep her oath. How could she get her back to camp in the first place? At that very moment of desperate need, though, another cat appeared. A black she-cat with light blue eyes, she appeared behind Wingedmagic with wide eyes.

Eclipsemelody. The she-cat's mother had fallen in combat and she remembered that this is close to what she had looked like. She gulped, tears brimming behind her eyes as she compared the two. The voice of the senior warrior (who by all means should've been an elder) snapped her out of her reverie. "...and if you just get her by the rump we might have a chance of getting her back to camp! Now we'll try. Slowly..there." The young she-cat was at a loss for words. She reacted like a robot, carefully moving behind Blue, trying not grimace as the blood clotted on her fur. Wingedmagic got near the head, and made soft "shh" and coos, as if she were trying to comfort a kit. Eclipsemelody was baffled on where she had picked up on that since as far as she knew the older warrior had never been a mother. Together they ever so cautiously picked Blue up.

"Now slide her onto your back." Wingedmagic instructed. And so they did, beginning to make the treacherous climb to camp with their tag along stranger suspended between their head and shoulders.

[/Blue/]

Blue wanted to warn them not to touch her, it would only be worse. But she couldn't bring herself to say the words, and once they even came within an inch of her, she froze and prepared for more agony, more pain. She gritted her teeth, feeling them crumble to dust in her mouth. She let her body lay rigid, her mind unable to comprehend the amount of pain that washed over her. Silent tears streamed her bloody face, leaving watery red trails dripping onto the strangers. She knew her time was short, these cats were wasting their time. Blue tried not to wince when her salty tears passed over a large gash on her cheek, causing it to sting even more. The bloodied mass felt her head begin to spin, her brain preparing to shut down and slip away. And Blue stopped holding onto her life, the rythm of her heart growing fainter and weaker every beat. But someone, somewhere, wanted her to live, and so she merley slipped into the black, not quite a coma, but not just uncouncious.

Blue welcomed the unfeeling, unmoving world, praying to some unkown gods she would never leave it. She wondered if they would try to save her, giving her stinging polituces and foul-smelling plants. Maybe they would force poppy seeds down her throat and let her sleep through the pain. But some part of her that remained in the living world hoped they just gave up on her life and let her slip away forever, where maybe she could see what happened to cause her so much pain. And the thought of the red world, lurking just behind the thin wall of the numb world, kept her clinging helplessly to the nothingness, hoping it would never end.