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the orphan ↠ sixteen ↠ in mirror room; unending whiteness ↠ feeling confused, lost ↠ open

kate felt a sharp coldness and opened her eyes to be met with a room made up of mirror walls. it was eerily silent and she saw a reflection of a girl with brown hair and dark brown, almost black, eyes with a black sweater and leggings on. she didn't recognize this girl and she started to back up until she hit the opposite mirror wall which rippled on contact. she couldn't remember anything, nothing about herself. as she stared at the reflection of the girl in the mirror wall, recognition surfaced, the girl whom she was seeing was a reflection of herself. how could she not remember how she looked like? a weird feeling filled her, as if someone had emptied her out and there was nothing inside of her. she couldn't remember anything at all whatsoever, she couldn't remember how she had gotten here and what happened before this, she didn't remember anything before this. kate couldn't understand what was happening and was bewildered by all this. she went close to the wall and stared at her reflection and curiously touched the mirror wall and it rippled like water and half of her finger had disappeared submerged into the mirror wall. there was nothing here in this weird room, it felt like this was meant as a doorway to some place else, and knowing somehow she was right, she stepped through the liquid mirror hesitantly.

stepping through the liquid mirror had brought her to a very bright and white room, but it wasn't a room, it was a never ending space of whiteness. kate looked around for a way back to the mirror room but there was no kind of evidence that there had even been a way into this place. she felt a mini panic but was able to control it but it would only grow as she started to walk around, trying to find an end to all this whiteness but she got nowhere. "hello? hellooooo? is..is anybody here?" she yelled. she sighed, her head aching from not knowing anything about herself and all the confusion. as she continued walking, she was soon slammed hard by something heavy, but it wasn't a something, it was a someone. she fell to the ground with a small grunt but got up quickly and looked at the other person wide eyed. it hurt where the person had slammed into her but she quickly dismissed the pain. "who are you? where are we and how did we get here?" she asked in a demanding but quiet voice. right after the person answered, another person appeared out of nowhere and fell to the ground.

[OzmeoTree]

Lucas awoke in pain. It was a familiar pain, yes, but he couldn't tell you where it was from. He felt like his back was on a bed of hot nails, digging into his skin, making the sensitive flesh there cry out. He slowly pushed himself to his feet, tired joints aching under the stress as though they hadn't been moved in decades.

Blinking, Lucas looked around and saw a boy, a boy with bright red hair and crooked eyes and a nose too big and ears that stuck out and asymmetrical lips...a boy that surrounded him, the same boy, some sort of devil with duplication powers or octuplets who coordinated their wardrobe...

Mirrors. He was surrounded by mirrors.

The boy must be him, then. Strange that he didn't know what he looked like. Strange how his long-sleeved shirt and jeans hung loosely on his scrawny frame.

He stepped forward, reaching out toward the reflection (which reached back at him). As he touched the mirror's cheek the image rippled, turning cold beneath him and allowing his finger to pass through. His eyes widened and he yanked his finger back, protectively shielding it in his other hand. "What is this?" His voice was raspy and unpracticed. "Who am I?" he asked the mirror, staring at his own shocked expression before reaching his hand out again. He submerged it in the cold mirror, his arm, his shoulder, his torso, his body...

He moved quickly through the mirror, falling fast, before slamming into something. Hard.

He grunted and so did the other thing before it fell away from him, to the ground. He rubbed his forehead and grimaced. "Who are you? Where are we and how did we get here?"

"I-I have no idea," he stammered. "I don't even know who I am." Suddenly, another crashed into the white room.

[Speak]

Ｓｅｒｅｎｉｔｙ Ｒｈｏｄｅｓ

❝ｔｈｅ ｇａｎｇｓｔｅｒ ❞

|ᵍᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ| female | ᵃᵍᵉ | eighteen | ᵗᵃᵍᵍᵉᵈ | kate and lucas

For the dark haired girl there was nothing but emptiness. With nothing to grasp all she could do was sink deeper into an abyss of emptiness and cold allowing what little warmth she still possessed to be drained until none remained. Unable to move the girl's only escape was to the ever present question; 'Who am I?' Echoed in her head over and over she could not come up with the answer, but why? It was a simple question to answer so why was it so difficult? Did she not want to remember? The thought sent a shiver down her spine, what would be so terrible that you'd chose to forget something as simple as your own name?
'S......sere........serenity'
Serenity, that was her name. With this one small thought Serenity raised herself out of the empty cold and into a room of repeating images. Sitting up Serenity stared at her hand in fascination, opening and closing it so as to get back the mobility she seemed to have lost in the abyss. Looking up her gaze was met by a girl with long dark brown hair and large silver-blue eyes who was wearing a navy tank top, an old pair of faded jeans, a pair of strong boots, and a leather jacket. The questioning look in the girls eyes matched Serenity's own feelings and when she tried to reach out to touch her the girl mirrored her movements. Mirrored....mirror, was that it? Was that her reflection? Waving her arm above her head her reflection copied only cementing her suspicion that the figures surrounding her were indeed her own reflection.
Standing up on shaky legs Serenity approached the mirror in front of her stopping just short of touching it. Reaching out Serenity brushed the glass tentatively sending small ripples across the walls, taking her hand back quickly Serenity studied the odd surface carefully. It hadn't hurt to touch, in fact it hadn't felt like anything almost like moving her hand through fog, reaching out again this time Serenity stuck her hand in, then her arms, feet, legs until she fully immersed in the fog like mirror. Walking in blind Serenity didn't know which way was forward or back, left or right, all she could do was keep going forward.
Suddenly the fog was gone and she was falling, bracing herself Serenity struck the floor hard on her side grunting from the impact. Wincing as pain spread from her shoulder down her arm Serenity slowly stood unaware of the two others until she turned and met the gaze of a wide eyed boy and girl. Backing up reflexively Serenity tensed her hands balling into fists, not out of anger but fear "Who are you?" her question uttered softly but the tone hard 'trust no one' a small voice whispered in her mind.

[Golden-Apple]

Mirko Volic
The Kidnapped
Tags: Everyone

The ice cold touch of the ground Mirko laid upon had made him open his eyes. There he was, in the center of a small mirror-like room. No doors, or windows, just mirrors. He got up quickly, steady on his feet. Looking around he would let out a grunt. His neck kind of hurt, and so were his shoulders. Probably sore from something he did. The reaction he felt of the room shocked him. Finally seeing a man standing, looking right at him. Mirko let out a yell as he ran toward the guy. The teenager felt somewhat aggressive toward the man. He was wearing a black hoodie, with basketball shorts. His hair was golden brown, and his eyes were like chocolate. Everything Mirko did, he would do. Realizing it was his reflection, it was too late. Running into the mirror, he would fall through it like it was water.
He let out a gasp as he fell through. Probably the last time he saw his reflection, oh well. As Mirko was falling, he would flail his arms to try and grab anything. But nothing hit his hands. Where the heck am I? he would think as he fell continuously. His heart raced in panic. Finally he hit the ground. A loud grunt escaped from him as his chest hit the ground. Blinking multiply of times, trying to get used to the brightness.
It was a white space with a ground. Seemingly, with no walls or a roof. Just plain whiteness. Mirko saw blurring figures in front of him. Walking closer, he would then realize it was humans. Other people around his age, it seemed like. Taking deep breaths, he would steadily walk toward them. They are all confused, just like him. But, his emotionless face didn't show any emotion. Questions would fill his ears from them. Ignoring them, his left hand would glide through his hair before putting both his hands in his front pocket of his black hoodie. Mirko's eyes looked around, wondering where the hell was he and who are these other three people. One guy, plus him and two other girls. Licking his bottom lip, Mirko scoffed. This is ridiculous. Am I dead? What the heck? Rolling his head to massage his sore neck, and his shoulders, He did not answer their no-answer questions. How could they know where they are, and who they are.
He had no idea of his past, or anything really related to his past. Did he have parents? Siblings? He had no idea.
Mirko.. he remembered his name, he squinted his eyes to try to remember anything else. Nothing. Simply, nothing.