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"Well, look Jones, you weren't using

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Travelling by train on a track high in a stony mountain was perilous. And there have been some horrific occasions where the train crashed or the tracks parted and the train tumbled down the mountain, with people inside screaming helplessly. These are both facts and the doctor has just made told me that it has occurred to me.

Trying to remember what had happened, nothing had come to my mind, except a train falling off the railway in the Rocky Mountains. I couldn't recall anything after that. A friendly figure bounced up with joy. Trying to ask who the mystery person was, a sticky substance covered my mouth, which was irritating me as it was itchy. Fear entered me as a frightened face approaches me and says, "This is worse than I thought."

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"It doesn't matter. You weren't using those memories anyway."

Yes, I wasn't using them. But it didn't matter if I was using them or not. Now, in my brain, I have a huge blank spot with no memories of my life in those few moments. And those few moments were the most important of my life.

Let me explain. I had undergone testing of the memory remover. I had clearly thought of a memory that I wanted to delete. The thing was: the memory hadn't been deleted. Another one had. One that I hadn't thought about in such a long time that I had almost forgotten about it.

Almost, but not quite.

Now, I had no idea what the memory was. I didn't even know when it happened. The memory remover had worked; worked too well. It had removed memories, but not the ones I wanted.

Apparently, it didn't matter to the man. He gave a gleeful shout which echoed off the walls of the room.

"The memory remover is useless! It didn't work properly!" I shouted angrily at the man.

"Of course it worked. It removed some of your memories." he said, and went off into another raucous peal of laughter.

"But not the right ones! You said it would remove the ones I wanted it to!"

The man's face became closed off. He spoke in a hard tone, "It doesn't matter. You weren't using those memories anyway."

My vision was tinged with red. I felt rage rising up inside me like a balloon, just waiting to pop.

Waiting for the right moment to explode.

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The fob watch was silver-coloured, and it had circular Gallifreyan written on it. "Don't worry, it'll be relatively painless. By that, I mean you will be screaming." The man held it out to me. I took it out of his hand and looked at it, worried.

"Go on, open it. Then you'll be safe. You know the only way to protect Gallifrey is to use it. The thing hunting you down will destroy your homeland if you don't open the watch. So use it! NOW!"

I opened the watch. It had the same colouring, only there were three golden circles, and my vision was blurring. My two Time-Lord hearts fused into one, my immune system weakened drastically, my memory was erased and I collapsed, panting from pain.

The man looked up, smiling. He took the watch with all of my Time-Lord DNA and memories in it and took a look at the human unconscious on the floor, before him. Me.

"It's okay," he said with an evil grin on his face, "you won't be needing those memories anyway". He walked away, tucking the Fob into his pocket as he went.

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The robot clanked over the tiled floor, it's steps echoing around the room. My breath almost froze in midair. I was freezing. The cold, meal bed didn't help. But I stayed, because I was in a bit of a pickle. Memories are often deleted by your brain. Fact. But I didn't want memories to be deleted like some old pile of junk! I want piles of junk! "But you don't need those old memories." I told myself. "They where useless." Really, I didn't need to remember my fifty-second lunch! But what if there was a competition that was based on how much you could remember? And the prize was money? Shut it! There would be no more money after what I was about to Hugo through. I don't want them! But I do! But I don't! Aargh! There is a battlefield in my head, and it is tearing me apart. Now, I am sitting in a lab, waiting for the machines to come for my brain.

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Ajhor ate you with gravy because he likes gravy

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Ajhor ate you with gravy because he likes gravy

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"It doesn't matter. You weren't using those memories anyway," he told me. The scientist in the white lab coat turned around, covering his and looked at the still body lying on the bed. The man in the dark cloaked raged," That doesn't mean anything. If a person,s not using his bed doesn't mean you can just take it! Those memories are Mine and if I want to give it to you, I will give it to you voluntarily!" Five years of memories had been taken out of the man's mind. Everything he did in five years was gone. He didn't even remember having his memory wiped. All that was remaining was an empty hole in which felt like nothing had happened.

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The rain patterned on the roof, and the windows had streaks of water running down it. I woke up and didn't know anything. No really, nothing. Except my name, Kit. My memories had been wiped. I tried desperately to remember something, my family, had I even had one? What was I like.

Suddenly a red light I hadn't noticed started flashing, with an alarm. The door burst open and a tall man in a suit ran in and grabbed my arm. "Come on!" He said impatiently, "We have to evacuate before they get here,"

"Before who get here? We're is here? How do I know I can trust you? Why don't I remember anything" I burst out. He drags me down a hallway.

"We are in a top secret base in North America, the people who will get here soon are secret agents from Russia, coming to steal our Memorifier, a machine that takes away all memories, you were a volunteer, and I am the Head Operator here." He keys a code into a keypad anda door opens into complete darkness, "Come on!" He says dragging into the darkness. The door slides shut behind us, and we are engulfed in darkness. He drags through the cave for what seems like hours, but cannot be more than a few minutes. We emerge from the cave, and immediately thirty guns swivel in our direction. We are surrounded

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"It doesn't really matter. You weren't using those memories anyway"…

I smiled weakly.

"Errr," I mumbled, George glaring at me.

"What?" He had raised his voice significantly. I winced like he'd hit me.

"Remember Fizzy's book? The one he told us to hide…?" I was starting to feel slightly guilty now.

"Yeah…"

"Guess when I hid it."

"You idiot!!" He yelled, "he asked us to hide that book ages ago! Not wait a year and then fit it into your schedule!"

"Ahahaha," I muttered. I was about to apologise when a metallic shearing sound rocketed into my ear drums.

"What the?" George glared at the metal wall next to us. "Not these guys again…"

A laser sword shot through the high security barrier. It began to cut, like a blunt knife slicing frozen butter.

The hole was nearly halfway cut now. I could see the iron armour of the Fallen through a wonky burn in the side.

"Quickly, do you remember anything about destroying the Fallen from the book?" George's voice was desperately rising.

"Ummm…" I strained my memory. A sign?

Nothing.

"No, I just… Can't.

There was a crash from the side of the room.

The Fallen poured through the gap. The two in the lead bore laser swords, while the others all simultaneously drew silver blades.

"Anything?" Said George, quietly, admitting defeat.

"I… Can't."

The Fallen advanced.

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I can't see. "It doesn't matter - the subject didn't need those memories anyway." says an unknown voice. These words don't make sense. They don't fit in with what happened last. They don't fit in to the... the... the... it's gone. My memories are melting away.

"Hold on, there's something wrong with the machine."

"What's happening?" Another person asks. Their worries do not matter. They are far, far away.

"We're not entirely sure, but it looks like the subject's brain is overloading."

"Causing?"

"Not death - not even near. A permanent torture of nothing. The subject's brain will malfunction, hallucinate, if you like. All thoughts will become numbers, letters and symbols, before the brain shuts down."

"Creepy."

"I know, right? Lucky this isn't happening to us."

I can hear the sea. It is much closer than the voices saying the long sciency things that do not affect me. Everything is alright.

"The Amnesia Machine is a fail. It erases all memories and then melts the brain."

"Alright, let's move out."

"But what about the subject?"

This voice was new - the first person to worry about this 'subject'.

"No-one cares about subjects, Bob. Now move about before the situation becomes Dangerous!"

Bob and the other voices vanish, leaving me by myself.

The sea was louder now. I could see. I could the rolling waves, glowing purple against the screen sky. This was the way things were meant to be.

A wave crashed down on me, but it wasn't a wave - it was flickering colourless mass of digits. It enveloped me, and I was rolling around in the endless sea of everything and nothing. It all made sense now. I was the subject Bob and the others had been talking about. I was going to die. But that didn't matter nothing mattered. I was just falling and

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"Is that an AK-47 that you're holding to my head?"

"Sort of, but you won't remember this."

"Why?"

"Forget it."

Everything went black for him. However, what he didn't know was that this was just the beginning.

**FIVE MINUTES LATER**

He woke up, not knowing why he was asleep. "What's going on?" he queried.

"The experiment worked. Now we can reverse the test and bring them back."

**ANOTHER FIVE MINUTES LATER**

"Your memories are back."

"What memories?"

Alarms started ringing immediately. A dangerous psychopath was on the loose in the building. And he was heading for us.

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8.406 million people lived in New York. But today, the normally- heaving street of Madison Avenue was bare. Shop fronts were boarded up, cars had been smashed and everyone had been banished to a life of exile. Now the people of America would have to rebuild their nation, it wasn't liveable like this.

The Xycotts had attacked in the middle of the night - completely by surprise. Fighting drones had been sent in pre to the army's arrival, just to destroy buildings first, then people. The war had only lasted seven hours, but it would take a lot longer than that to recover.

Lying against the dirty sidewalk, amongst the endless rubble and wrecks, Lay Ramona, pale and drawn of colour. She was awoken with a nervous jolt.

"Wake up. You have to get out of here!" A whispering voice urged. Ramona's eyes opened and for a moment she wondered if she was in a fuzzy nightmare.

"Where have they left me?" She yelled angrily, not knowing that the boy leaning over was her brother, Pail.

"Shhhh!" He answered. "We have to get out of here unnoticed! I have a black hood and a bullet-proof breastplate here for you."

Ramona was still a daze. All she could remember was the voice, how familiar it sounded and that it was her brother's. Where she was, why she was there and what they were doing next was a mystery. All memories, apart from recent faces and sounds, had been wiped at the end of the attack. It would have been a bad mistake for the Xycotts to let Ramona out with her having seen and known what was happening.

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Bright flashes crowd my vision, fighting for my attention. Neon greens, electric blue, corn yellow all swirl and swish in my cranium, and there's more. Scenes and pictures, smells and flavours and feelings. The sound of waves accompanied by the smell of the sea, and I can see myself, 5 years old, eating strawberry ice-cream in the sand. Rain pattering down on my hair. Creeping between my toes, the sand feels damp and squishy, and I watch little pink drop of ice-cream join the rain-spattered sand. I watch as the scene fades into darkness, and the last thing to go is the taste of strawberry.

The memories are shorter now, as if they are hurrying to be free. Windows of colours and senses fill my mind, as I see myself, 7, cowering under her bed, and I hear a roar of rage, and the fear in this little girl's pale blue eyes, my eyes, is so terrible, so crippling, it overwhelms me. The pain and terror and shock grows to an almighty crescendo in my head, until I can't bear it and I want to crumple up stop all the waves of emotion to go away. Then everything is black. Mercifully dark.

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The delicate aroma of baking wafted through the kitchen door and into the adjoining room where a young woman, possibly in her early twenties, was sitting. She was perfectly poised; straight back, hands in her lap and legs crossed. Her glossy, blond hair fell in a curtain to the bottom of her rib cage and her blue eyes glistened with tears that were threatening to roll down her cheeks, spoiling her natural beauty. She wore a light, green dress that floated down to her knees and flat, leather sandals. The door opened with a creak and then slammed shut as a child dropped her bag and ran down the hall to the kitchen in a drab school uniform and tight shoes.

'Hi Mum, I'm home!' Alice yelled as she circled the island bench and hurried into the living room. She had flopped down onto the couch, kicked off her shoes and socks and switched on the television before noticing the woman was sitting there, still perfectly poised.

'Oh hey,' she said, before returning to the T.V. without a second glance.

'Alice,' her mother began, almost uneasily, 'don't forget to do your homework' (at this Alice groaned) 'and practice your clarinet and feed the dog and the cat and water the garden (you know how hot it get in Australian summers) and say hello to you sister.' She said, indicating to the woman as she paused to take a breath. The woman stood up, as immaculate as ever, and walked towards the girl. Alice stared in wonder at the beautiful woman. Finally, she regained her voice, albeit a bit croaky.

'M-m-my sister?' She asked.

'Yes,' the woman purred in a voice like silk. 'I am your sister.'

'But I though she was locked away in a coma?' Alice asked her mother.

'Well, all I remember is falling asleep one night and waking up with no memory of the past year. It's all gone.

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"You weren't using those memories anyway" was what I had been told by the scratchy voice in the computer. But what memories had I lost?

According to the computers records I had agreed to be injected with syrum that would devour some select memories. But what had that syrum destroyed inside my head? What memories had it stolen from me? I tried to think what I did yesterday. Nothing. A week ago. Nothing. I could normally visualise what I had done. All I saw was blackness. What had I done? Why had I agreed to have my memories erased. Maybe I was dumb and didn't really realise that I was agreeing to have my memories wiped. But I was smart. I should have known that I going to get my memories wiped. No, I wasn't tricked into doing it.

So what had I done that was so drastic or horrible or amazing that I didn't deserve to remember it? And why had I agreed not to remember it. Was it true that I wasn't using those memories, or was that a lie as well? And then suddenly it all came back to me. And I gasped in horror.

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'All people who have gone through the chamber have lost a few of their memories.' said the scientist lightly as he forced me into a comfy chair in a white, vacuous room and put a machine to my head. 'Mostly of friendship and love and all those important stuff.'

'That wasn't in the job description! You told me that I would have memories enhanced, so I could live them again.' I protested, struggling to get out of the chair. The scientist clicked his fingers and, suddenly, ropes wove around my wrists, legs and waist, tying me to the chair.

'You made your decision. Now you must deal with the consequences. Besides, sometimes lies are necessary.' He said coldly, grinning a grin that radiated pure malice. 'The experiment to see whether a human's memories will charge our nuclear weapon launcher is taking place in 10, 9, 8...

Panic raced through my mind. It was happening. The end of all the joyful and whimsical times I had had with my family and friends was about to go, about to leave my mind forever.

7, 6, 5...

There was nothing I could do. I could feel my mind lifting up to the clouds. Nuclear weapons were about to be used because of me. The world could end because of me.

4, 3, 2...

It was happening. I thought my last happy memory: a Christmas far away with laughter and happiness. Goodbye.

1.

My eyes opened. I was in a clear room with a man standing a few inches away from me. It seemed like I knew him, but I was sure I had never seem him.

'Do you remember anything?' he asked, gently.

'Um, yes, my name is Jem Ceridity, I am 23 years -'

'No, I mean, about anything that happened before.'

That question particularly offended me. I never had a family. They all died in a fire when I was very young and the fact that he was asking me questions about my personal life was annoying.

'No.' I said, bluntly and coldly.

'Good. Proceed with the test. He didn't need those memories anyway.'

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'It doesn't matter. You weren't using those memories anyway, were you?'

'Well, I can't exactly tell you yes or no as I don't even know what they were! So kindly direct me to the place where I can get my memories back, I say in a sa ccharin voice.

'Good point,' he says. 'Well, let's just say that any attempts at getting test subjects' memories back has been, well, unsuccessful, to say the least...'

My mind reels. At least, what's left of it. What am I going to do?

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I had almost died. That was all I knew. I don't know where or when, but I do know that I had almost died

"Where am I?" I ask of the scientists in blinding white labcoats. Suddenly, my memories rush back. The newspaper article announcing that several people had been killed while attempting to travel forward in time. Volunteering to be the next test subject. Stepping into the suit that would supposedly send me forward in time. Everything going black as I hurtle through time. But something was missing. "Did it work?" I ask. I'm obviously alive, so it didn't fail horribly. "Did it work?" I demand of the scientists. One turns to look at me. "Yes, it worked." Joy fills me despite my condition. His next words hit me like blows from a sledgehammer, "but you only travelled a second forward in time." The scientist turns and moves past me.

He turns and glances back at me, "and you lost some memories along the way. Oh, don't worry. You weren't using those memories anyway." He says as he disappears from my view, hidden by one of the white walls.

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NOTE: PADLET GLITCHED AND DELETED MY ENTIRE PADLET SO THIS IS WHAT I GOT DONE IN ONE MINUTE😧😟😡😤😠😕😐👿

"Hundreds of thousands of people just disappeared. Overnight. Like that!"

Sebastian snapped his fingers in an attempt to add effect to his speech, but honestly, his 'speeches' were so boring, you fell asleep after three words.

The snap however, also jolted me back to life and then I turned and looked at him.

"Oh okay."

He smiled, satisfied, and then turned and walked away.

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I turned the opposite direction and reached for my lunch box, trudging sluggishly towards the table it was placed on. Sebastian's rant had sent me stumbling around in a dreamy, half-awake state. I felt like I'd just gotten out of bed. Then again, I'd just fallen asleep and then been snapped back into reality by some loud, annoying noise.

Yeah. I just got out of bed. For the fifth time that day.

I grunted and lunged, just grabbing hold of the handle of my lunch bag. I straightened up and looked at my watch, struggling to keep my eyes open and my legs from trembling. Despite my efforts though, the world was a blur and my legs shook uncontrollably.

Suddenly a force thudded on my shoulders and I think it was intended to be a friendly gesture, but the impact made my knees buckle and sent me crashing to the floor. I smacked into the cold, hard, cement ground face first. Then my body followed and I could've sworn I'd just crushed every bone in my body.

I groaned in pain and coughed out the dust that had rose up into my lungs, then immediately wished I hadn't because it only added to the pain.

My ears were ringing with a screeching, high-pitched noise that shot through me, pulsating and making it increasingly more difficult to hear everything around me. Although this did allow me a few moments to think.

I must've been tired from

a) the accumulated amount of falling asleep throughout the day and

b) the stress of being me.

And I realised, had the mysterious person not decided to use my shoulder as a hand rest, this inevitable collapse probably would have been delayed by at least an hour. Then I realised it wasn't really this mystery oerson's fault; they were just trying to greet me in a friendly way. And they probably didn't know much about me, in which case they wouldn't have known not to touch me.

These things occured to me within seconds and the effort drained most of my remaining energy and so my arms that were feebly supporting me flopped and became useless and my face slapped the ground again.

The ringing had stopped now, but my hearing wasn't much better. There were muffled voices. Distant voices. They seemed to be shouting something. Something unimportant.

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I woke with a sudden start, sweat drenching my body. I attempted to move, my mind racing and ragged, desperate gasps coming from my mouth, but to no avail. My wrists were help down by leather straps, and I was sitting in a surprisingly run down room. Moss grew in the damp environment, creeping up the walls. Flora of all sorts made their home in the cracks oh the shattered building. I tried to remember something, anything. But nothing came. No family, no name no belonging. My heart sank, and any hopes I had harboured a few moments ago were shattered. The room, as far as I could tell, had been some sort of laboratory. Stark white walls, now decaying as nature took of once more. Vials of a strange liquid with vivid colours, constantly changing, sitting in a carved wooden bench just beside me. A voice echoed, seeming coming from all directions, despite the lack of any kind of microphone. 'It doesn't really matter. Your weren't using those memories anyway.' It was said in such a lacklustre, dull tone it was as if the man behind the voice had lost all traces of humanity. 'A team will be sent to retrieve you soon. Resist and we will put you down. You were quiet the interesting test subject, and we would want anything to happen to you, now would we?' He said, this time in a more sadistic voice. I looked up to the sky in a hole through the roof, seeing the ocean of pale blue above me, a cloudless sky.

I had no idea what I had been tested for, nor these 'interesting results' they had found after testing me in particular. My thirst for knowledge overwhelmed any other emotion I felt, leaving me like an empty husk of a man, insane by many standards, spending what felt like years searching the depths of my mind for something akin to memory. My vision slowly faded to black...

I woke in a chamber filled with many men in masks, all wearing surgical outfits and with a mass variety of sharp, point tools that I guessed had 'luckily' been reserved for me. Again, the vials sat on a carved wooden bench beside men. Behind the surgeons were heavily armed soldiers, each with a ballistic shield strapped to their backs and a gun completely personalised to the wielder. Among other things, they also had on their person; grenades, a single pistol of choice and a belt of ammo for their kit. They were armed to the teeth, mercenaries that were beyond professional. The man who appeared to be the lead surgeon stepped forward t confront me, after a while of talking to his cohorts. 'Your "special" blood type will be very useful to us.'

'Very useful.'

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Normally, my memory is not great. Whether it's finding my keys or remembering when my Dad's birthday is, I seem to take in the information and spit it out the other ear. I have been told more than once that I have a brain like a sieve. But most of the time, these people were fully entitled to say that, because it was my fault that I forgot. So basically, it means that when almost all of my memories were stolen from me by a super villain trying to hack into the minds of humankind, it is definitely not polite to criticise me for forgetting things. Unfortunately, that is what's happened.

It's isn't the worst thing ever like you might imagine it to be. I can still remember what all different foods taste like, what my name is, where I live and go to school - the basic stuff. The only problem is no one seems to know how to cure it.

I had gone to every specialist, every memory doctor available to hopefully find someone who could help me retrieve my memories, but every time they give me a blank look that says: 'That sort of science and technology to help you hasn't been invented yet.' It's utterly infuriating. I had almost given up hope completely when I found a phone number in the newspaper for 'the greatest science genius the world has ever seen!' Edward Polling. In an instant, I ripped the number out and made an appointment. This would be all my troubles solved! I would have my memories back and would finally be treated like a normal human again!

Although what I didn't know, was that the man I was seeing to try and get my memories back was the man who stole them..

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"The sky is blue." Said a familiar voice.

"Uh, yeah. Duh!" I replied.

"No visible signs of brain damage. I have concluded, the patient is fine." Said a woman in a white lab coat, holding a clipboard.

"John, what happened?" I asked, raising myself from what seemed a hospital bed.

"You remember me? You had a car crash, and we're still checking - we aren't sure," he said quickly, "but you may have forgotten everything you learnt at school. Algebra, physics, dependent clauses, stuff like that."

"Everything I learnt at - where, sorry?" I asked.

"School. It doesn't really matter. You weren't using those memories anyway. Were you?"

"John. You are so life affirming. I hate it." I snarled.

"Enough about me. Are you okay to leave, to go to work?"

"Work? How do you expect me to operate as a brain surgeon when I've forgotten everything I ever learnt at - wherever?" I replied, abhoring the idea of working.

"Hey, you're doing okay. You learnt the majority of things before school and at uni, like talking, or brain surgery. It was everything you learnt at primary school and high school you've forgotten. Nothing much." John walked around the room, which was painted white and picked up numerous medical instruments from shelves. He placed them on a tray and walked back to me.

"What's this?" He said, pointing to a pair of scissors.

"Scissors." I replied.

"What are these?"

"That's a scalpel. That's a butterfly needle. That's a urine container and that's an idiot." I said pointing to each of the objects in turn and then pointing to John.

"See, you're fine." He said pushing my arm away from him.

But when my hand returned by my side, my temples began to heat up, my eyes burned and my head throbbed.

"John? Where are you?" I screamed moving my arms around, wildly.

"I'm infront of you, so is Dr Laura MacKenzie. She's looking after you Kas, trust me - you'll be fine."

'John,' Dr MacKenzie said in a whisper. 'her memory is being wiped.'

My head turned into a bomb, each second ticking loudly.

5, 4, 3, 2, 1...

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Ella was driving on the road, and then all went black. Only the faint sirens of the fire and rescue and the ambulance were able to stir her up. But within seconds, Ella had fallen unconscious again.

The next time that she woke up was in hospital, where there was a man in a white coat scribbling notes and peering at Ella through his pale blue eyes. I tried to sit up, but the doctor saw me and pushed me back down onto the bed again.

Ella quickly fell asleep again, tired from everything that had happened in the past day. When she finally arose from her deep sleep, there was a nurse standing beside her, telling her that she was discharged from the hospital. Ella was thankful for the news, because she didn't think that she was being treated how she should be. Like, the food was horrible and the bed was uncomfortable.

That very next day, Ella's friend Lisa invited her to a lunch. To be polite, she agreed to go and they met up in the restaurant that Lisa had recommended.

While the two friends were waiting for their food, Lisa suddenly asked Ella what her favourite moment of her life was.

Ella thought about it for a moment, then opened her mouth to say something. Strangely, nothing came out.

'I simply cannot remember what it was. I know what it is, but I can't seem to say it. It's like that memory has been washed out of my brain.' Ella spluttered, puzzled.

Lisa was in deep thought. 'Maybe it was because of the car crash?' She said thoughtfully.

'What car crash?' Ella replied absent-mindedly.

Lisa's stomach was churning; it seemed like her thoughts were right - Ella had memory loss.

But before either of them could say anything else, the waiter arrived with two plates of salad, topped with parmesan cheese shavings. The waiter placed a plate in front of each of the guests, then turned and walked away.

'Ella,' Lisa said calmly, 'I think you have suffered from a bit of brain damage.'

Ella's eyes turned from looking at her food to looking at Lisa, eyes which Lisa thought looked strangely foreign and blank.

Then Ella crumpled to a heap on the floor.

Lisa continued on eating her salad, and she thought that even Ella's happiest moment wasn't really needed in her life anyway.

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"Wake, we have taken some memories that, don't need anymore.It doesn't matter what you think. You weren't using them anyway", the voice said in a cynical manner.

"So, they're still my memories" I said with my uncontrollable temper rising.

The room around me was dark and consistently cool enough that I had goosebumps on my arms and legs. Continuing to look around the room, there were several computer banks and an equal amount of chair-beds with people occupying each one.

A sense of panic became apparent. What was happening to us? What did we do? Some of the ones who looked quite young began to stir.

A panel in the wall began to open. Small teams walked in, dressed head to toe in a silvery radiation suit all bearing large packs with an emblem that was a red claw over a midnight black background. I decided to call the red claw.

I tried to remember waht happened; I tried to remember what happened. Sirens, shouting and screaming followed by an explosion. Then the truth hit me like a lightning bolt.

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Everything was gone from my mind. All the memories up to my graduation had gone and I knew nothing except for my who my parents were. On that night, I was waiting in the snow, waiting for something... I wasn't sure what or who I was waiting for, but it was sure important. It had been around ten minutes, then a car suddenly appeared, its lights glaring in my eyes. Then, it was all gone.

Now at a university, which I had miraculously got in to, I studied law, however, there was nobody I knew. Everybody was walking around, chatting to one another, but I, I was alone nobody that would come up to me. Losing all my memories up to that point was hard, but when a man came up to me and said 'don't worry, you didn't need them anyway,' it started me thinking on who he was. Although he declared that he was a bystander, I did not remember anybody standing anywhere near me at the time...

Walking gloomily down the streets that let toward the towering building, I caught a fleeting glimpse of somebody who looked as if he was tied into the same situation as I. Immediately, I grasped the thought that he was lonely and ran up to him, lightly bumping his shoulder. He turned around, his brown hair and blue eyes making him seem as if he was about to cry. 'Hello, my name is Justin, nice to meet you.' I started off, however, instead of a reply, he turned back. As he did, memories flooded through me and right out. I blinked, not knowing what had happened. Looking at him once more, I realised that he looked somewhat familiar to the man who claimed he was a bystander. Running up to him once more, I pulled him around and looked at him. My thoughts were confirmed. I clenched my hand into a fist and planted it into his face, sending him flying back onto the street. My theory was that he was the one who had sent my memories fleeing from my mind and his father was that man. Yes. That had to be it.

Suddenly, fear filled my whole body and my mind was enshrouded with confusion. There he lay, a huge grin on his face although there was a small stream of blood on his forehead. He stood up, his eyes wide, slicing through me as if he could see right through my body. He stumbled forward, his had reaching into his pocket, pulling out a gleaming knife. My instincts took over my body which I was unable to move and I stepped back quickly, only to find myself trip over a ledge and into a garden, knocking my head onto the floor. Everything went black from there.

I awoke, lying in a hospital, somebody sat in the room, he was looking down into his hands. I knew him. However, the only way that was possible is that my memories had returned. And they had.

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I woke up in a pool of sweat, as my friend, Maddie, looked over me. I seemed to be in a state of confusion, yet I wasn't really sure what confusion is. Maddie was the person that told me that I must be very confused. I believed her. So now, I am officially confused.

"It doesn't matter. You weren't using those memories anyway..." That was was she told me when I first woke up after the crash. I couldn't remember anything, I couldn't even remember who she was. She told me that her name was Maddie and that I was her best friend. I believed her because I probably trusted her two years ago. She seemed nice. She was also very pretty. Her long, brown hair seemed to flow down her shoulder in an elegant manner. Her chocolate-brown eyes looked at me intensely, worried. The way she walks puzzles me. It looked like she was in pain, yet nothing seem to be wrong with her. I dont know why.

"What happened in the last two years?" I questioned her as she sat down beside me.

"I told you a week ago. Those memories weren't important. You shouldn't worry about things that aren't important." She appeared to be annoyed. Like I had done something wrong. Although I didn't know what I had done wrong, I still didn't ask because she looked like she was in a bad mood.

In the room next to me, I could hear Maddie's voice, angry, yet she was trying to be as quiet as possible.

"We didn't have to put her in a car crash. We could have just wiped her memory"

"She is asking too many questions. I don't think I could handle it."

Then silence...

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2000 people encounter memory loss after a fall or an accident every year. Another 14000 begin to lose memory during their late 50s as a sign of old age. 0 people have their memories taken by a cunning mastermind.

Well I guess statistics can be wrong.

I am 14, having lost 10 years of my life. In my mind, I was 4. All the memories of my childhood vanished that one frightful day.

"It doesn't matter, you weren't using those memories anyway," he mumbled as I lay motionless on the steel table. A soft whir of cogs could be heard from the humming machine. Wires and cables snaked across the floor, connecting to power points and experimental inventions.

"This will work I'm sure of it!" He strapped me down and wheeled the table closer to the window. An irritating buzzing noise filled the room, getting louder and louder until it was almost unbearable. I could feel my body shaking on the cold metal, held there only by the cuffs attaching me to the table. Then a flash and I awoke. Two deep green eyes stared back at me, glinting with mischief.

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I ran across the road, panting and breathless as I tried to get as quickly to my friend's party as I could. I started to slow down, seeing a griesh-coloured car rolling down the chalk-decorated road, but then I sped back up, quickly calculating that I would be able to get across the road if I sprinted. My feet slammed against the hot, bitumen road, sprinting to the overside, but then I realised my mistake. I had forgotten to include the present that I was carrying in my equation. And so I stopped. Fear filling my heartThen black.

A faint, monotonous beep echoed through the quiet hospital. I tried to sit up, vision blurring and swaying, me blinking as fast as I could to restore sight- a trick I'd learnt long ago. Concerned faces peered at me. Scared and afraid eyes blinking back tears. Someone whispered my name as a question. And then, once again, the world was black.

2 months later...

Threw myself out of my bed, gasping, sweat pouring down my face. My purple and blue doona was thrown onto the floor and I hopped through the mess that was my room. I grabbed my old phone, book, wallet, keys and beg and ran down the stairs through the cream-coloured halls. I landed at the bottom, flustered and panniced. But only for a second because soon , I was scrabbling down the wood en floors.

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He lay there, motionless , though his hands twitched and his eyes, pale and milky, seemed to watch everything around him, surveying the area, though he couldn't see. Suddenly, his fists clenched and his muscles turned ridged, and the pearly white cloud that had shrouded his eyes lifted, revealing stormy blue eyes. Those eyes were savage, animal-like, as if he had lost all sense of humanity. Mud and blood had crusted into his ivory black hair, leaving it sticking up in the air, adding to his wicked appearance.

His blue and purple lips opened, revealing a set of snake like fangs, and a rasping, cold voice echoed around the compound. "WHAT IS THIS?" Before adding in his booming voice "WHAT ARE YOU?"

A thing moved into the light next to the man on the table. "I am your creator, we have wiped your memories of what we want," as he said this, the man on the table clenched his teeth and attempted to swing a punch and it. "But," it continued, "it doesn't matter, you weren't using them anyway." It let out a small laugh, revealing a set of rotating teeth, that moved like a chainsaw as he spoke." You are S351 and you are in war zone285. You can't escape. You can't win."