I wake up to only be thrown into the wall again by a pair of calloused hands. Gasping, I collapse onto the cool ground. For some reason, just sitting up again is so draining. I hold a hand to my throbbing head as I look up. A man with reddish-brown hair stares down at me with his menacing brown eyes. I frown at this stranger. "Are you the one who threw me?" I ask, narrowing my eyes back at him.

The man just chuckles darkly. Showing me his obvious callouses, he says, "I sure did."

"Where am I?" I ask. I know I'm asking the simplest of questions, but I can't help it.

I can't remember.

He must've come to the same conclusion because he asks, "Poor Fitz can't remember a single thing? So sad..."

I shake my head. "I know my name is Fitz Vacker," I say. Pointing at him, I remark, "But I can't remember you, though. Who are you?" I honestly cannot place it, but he seems... familiar. But I do realize that my simple questions are making me seem more vulnerable and oblivious than I should be.

The stranger smirks at me. "Well, I know you won't remember any of this encounter when it finally wears off," he muses arrogantly. "So I'll answer your petty questions."

I frown at his egotistical tone. But internally, I'm hoping that he'll give me some valuable answers. After thinking for a moment, I decide to ask, "Who are you?"

He scoffs, "Fitton Galster."

By the way he says his name, I feel like Fitton has more to tell. "Are you supposed to be dead?"

This time, Fitton tenses up considerably. "Well, yes," he finally says after a moment of silence. "I was believed to be dead, but you and your friends found out the truth. So... I attacked you."

"Friends. Friends..." I draw the word out as if it's foreign to me. "Who are my friends again?"

Fitton cringes. "Maybe I shouldn't have shot seven nebmentia pieces at you along with the two pieces of tzanion," he mutters to himself. "It's like you have amnesia or something." Shaking his head, Fitton look at me. "Your friends are Sophie, Donovan, Benen, Laurel, and Audrey. Sophie and you are... very close, should I say."

I furrow my eyebrows at him. "Where are we?" I ask.

"In a hideout of mine," Fitton remarks. Grinning sinisterly, he adds, "And it's overseas. I doubt that your friends will find you here. But then again, you had arrived with one of your friends, but we caught him as well."

I clench my fists to force myself not to wipe the malicious grin off of his face. Instead, I ask, "What happened after Sophie and I figured out you were alive?"

Fitton laughs at my question. "Well, I snuck into the place where you now live and attacked you. And then Sophie came in and got help after attacking me for a bit. I could've attacked her further, but you sent to get help before I could actually distract you with her."

Still drained completely, I find myself not being able to get up and punch him. I sigh in temporary defeat and lean back against the metal wall. I ponder for a moment before asking, "Did we defeat you?"

"That's why I came back here," Fitton comments, rolling his eyes. "And I didn't expect that you'd actually chase me. But then again, I did a toll on you." He smirks proudly, making me frown more. "I heard that you didn't wake up for what- fourteen hours?"

I raise an eyebrow at his slip-up. "That's a very specific amount of time," I say. "Rather exact for someone who wasn't there to know about..." I stare at Fitton when he tenses up at my statement.

Clearing his throat, Fitton says, "I have eyes and ears all over the place. Surely you must know this."

I'm still not certain whether or not I should be taking Fitton's responses into legitimate consideration, but for now, what do I know? It's not like I'll be getting any better answers now. Swallowing, I'm about to ask another question when I see Fitton shoot me with a crossbow-gun hybrid. The dark blue crystal he shot lands on my chest, sending me back into the wall again.

And then my chest burns. Painfully.

Slouching over, I scream loudly. I can feel my shirt and flesh burning and blindly pat my torso, trying to stop the burning. I can feel involuntary tears pricking my eyes as the smell of burning flesh and smoke singes my nose.

Shock evident on his face, Fitton kneels down. Pushing my arms away, he then reveals the top left corner of my shirt of have been burned off. On my actual skin on that place, a dark blue, diagonal square seems to be permanently seared onto my skin. A thin, black line outlines the square/diamond. Black, triangular crystals seem to adjourn the corners of the dark blue square.

"What is this?!" I manage to ask before my chest begins to burn again. Specifically, my new mark.

Fitton shakes his head slowly. "You have a scar now..." he finally murmurs. "The nebmentia caused this scar to happen- when I hit you with it."

"And what does this scar mean?" I ask loudly, looking down at my new scar again.

"It means that you're allergic to nebmentia," Fitton breathes out. "No one knows about this yet- we have to write this down for the future. And that means... that we have to let them know about this to ensure that you don't suffer more of this accidentally."

"Suffer what-" I'm suddenly cut off when my head suddenly explodes with agony. My scar beginning to sting again, I scream from the horrible combination of pain that I'm feeling. This unbearable pain last for a few more agonizing seconds.

And then it feels like all of my thoughts have disappeared.

Confusion etches itself into my expression as I stare at the stranger in front of me. Before I know it, I'm asking, "Who are you?" to the middle aged man in front of me.

"You don't remember?" the man asks in surprise. "You've forgotten that quickly?" He then looks at my chest and I follow his gaze to see what I think is a tattoo.

"When did I decide to get a tattoo?" I ask curiously.

The man shakes his head. "That's your scar," he states vaguely. "Not a tattoo."

I'm about to ask him to explain my scar, but when I feel a burning pain from it. Wincing from the pain, I exhale sharply before turning to the stranger.

And that's when the pain of my scar is unbearable. So unbearable that I can't even see anything- the agony's that blinding. I open my mouth and let out a mixture of a growl and a scream of pain. I can't see anything, but I can tell that I'm leaving the room by how the wind's blowing in my face and how many shouts I'm hearing from the guards.

After a few more minutes, I feel the impact of my body slamming through a pair of closed doors. As I crash onto the ground, I see that my vision's finally clearing up. After blinking a few times, I find myself staring at an auburn haired boy, his hands and feet bound together.

"Fitz!" he shouts, making me think that he may know me on a friendly basis. "Was that you?!"

"What do you mean?" I ask him. Exhaling deeply, I slowly stand upright. When the boy is speechless, I raise an eyebrow at him.

Before the boy can say more, the stranger from before bursts into the room from the hole I apparently created. Cursing madly, the stranger asks the boy, "Did you see what he did?" I frown when the stranger points to me.

The boy laughs in disbelief. "Well, yeah!" he exclaims. "I can't believe it, but he turned into a-"

Before he can finish his sentence, the stranger shoots a dark blue crystal at the boy, knocking him out. Before I can ask, the stranger says, "That's all I needed to hear to get a clear idea of what happened. You must've changed back before the nebmentia-side effects affected him."

"What'd I change into?" I ask.

"I... don't know," the stranger says truthfully. Glaring at my scar, he says, "But I think that might have to do with it."

I tilt my head sideways, confusion clear on my face.

Suddenly, the stranger pulls out a white gun and shoots me with a teal crystal. Pain explodes throughout my mind, and I scream, falling onto my knees. The man curses before saying, "Even while you can't forget, you can survive one piece of tzanion. I forgot..."

And then he shoots me a couple of more times, finally knocking me out like the boy behind me.