Her

Well, hope you like it…

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"I want to see her! Where's my daughter?!" The man screamed at the top of his lungs, making his raw throat burn and blood spurt up.

"Shut up!" The jailer yelled into the pen, annoyed at the loud prisoner behind him. "Hank, I thought you said this guy lost his memory!" He called to another jailer.

"He did, and he wants his daughter, apparently." Hank chuckled, thrilled he wasn't the one guarding the loud cell.

"I want to see her!" He screamed and choked on his lack of saliva, as he begun to gargle air and try to throw up nothing, gagging.

"Let me through, let me through!" Came a voice from down the tunnel shaft of the underground jail. "You there, jailer, what is your name?" A man entered the presence of the jailer as Hank leaned over on his post down the tunnel to see.

"Sarro, sir." The jailer said, standing up straighter. The man wore a nice robe, black, and had on several ropes of jewelry around his neck. He was fairly attractive, middle-aged, with jet black hair and pale skin. His hair was kept combed nicely on his head.

"Well, Mr. Sarro, I need to attain access to that prisoner that you are guarding. You are required to let him into my custody." Sarro watched the man as the left side of his face gave a little twitch, a sign of a lie that he knew well.

"Sir, I cannot do that." Sarro informed him.

"Mr. Sarro, I need that prisoner now. I have a letter from the jail guard that states that I ma-"

"I want to see my daughter!" A bellow came from behind Sarro as the man looked surprised then continued.

"I ma-"

"My daughter! Where is she?!" He screamed, having obviously regained his voice.

"I may re-"

"My daughter!"

"I m-"

"I want to see her!" Sarro, who had been hearing the interruptions happen, finally sensed the annoyance in the well-dressed man had reached its' boiling point.

"Shut up!" He bellowed to the man the reply came by way of another loud demand for the man's kin.

"I have an order from your employer," the man spoke louder, attempting to compensate for the bellowing in the background. "That you must release that prisoner into my custody. He has information pertaining to an investigation. Do you under-"

"Shut up!" Sarro yelled back at the prisoner. Then let the man continue.

"Do you understand me?" The man concluded, annoyed at the jailer.

"Lemme see the letter." He said and the man handed it to him. It had his boss's signature, no doubt, so Sarro sighed and headed back to the cell.

"How'ya gonna get him out?" Sarro asked, standing before the loud door and clicking through his keys to find the correct one.

"Sedation," the man informed him, bringing a syringe from his robe.

"Alright," Sarro shrugged, took the syringe from the man, opened the door and pounced on the prisoner, wrestling him to the ground and shoving the needle into one of his pumping veins. The man slowly collapsed and Sarro hoisted him up, carrying him to the other man.

"You may follow me." The man informed him, obviously not going to carry the large prisoner's knocked out body. Sarro looked back at Hank and Hank shrugged, as Sarro turned and followed the man up and out the the large and dark prison.

Jake woke up to the outside air that he felt for the first time ever. He remembered a prison and his thirst and his screams for his daughter, but beyond the days he had spent in the prison, he knew nothing. He felt empty and the emptiness caused fear in him. He shoot to sit up strait and saw a man sitting by a tree, writing something. Beside the man sat a little dog. Jake lunged at the man, attempting to kill him. The man cried out.

"No! I can help you!" But Jake grabbed his neck and snapped it expertly in two, as the little yappy dog suddenly seemed to realize his master might be in danger, and it began to yap. Jake stood and kicked the dog about ten feet with his large boot. The dog yelped and limped off, tiny tail between its' legs.

Jake took a moment to look down at the man he had killed. He was of middle age and had black hair that was not out of order. His green eyes were wide open in fear, and his mouth hung open. He wore nice robe and jewelry about his neck. Jake then looked around. He was in a field, the tree the corpse lay on the first tree in the line of woods that bordered all four sides of said field. Jake knew nothing but that he needed to find his daughter. He didn't even know what she was or what she looked like. She was his daughter. But Jake was hungry, and the yappy dog hadn't gotten too far away with its' sore haunches.

Once Jake had satisfied his hunger, having eaten the bit of roughly skinned meat over a small fire that he did not know how he had been able to make, Jake took the knife he had recovered from the corpse and headed into the afternoon sun.

Jake didn't know where he was going, or even who he was, or even his own name. He knew he was out of the cage he had been in, and he knew he had eaten. He also knew he wanted his daughter back. And that was to be his purpose, it was all he remembered from whatever was beyond his memory at this time. He needed her back, and he planned on getting her.

He walked into the woods via path cleared by hoof prints. Suddenly, a movement he heard to his left off the trail and he spun. In the forest some unicorns bolted from sight, their brown coats gleaming in the warm sunlight as they leapt away, legs so thin they might be snapped. Jake continued down the path and tried to think, but all he could think about was what had happened in that last few days, and they had been rather hungry days, so Jake chose not to. Instead, he focused on the path before him, the fact he was missing his daughter pulling at his inures.

"Ho!" Someone cried on the path ahead of him. Jake had not heard their approach and was taken by surprise. "Who are you?" Asked the other travelers. There was a man, around twenty-five, with longer, black hair, and there was a woman of around the same age. The woman had brown hair in a short braid down her neck. They both wore normal traveling clothes, pants and grey shirts. The girl had freckles and the boy was attractive. "Traveler?" The other man with them asked Jake as they proceeded forwards. This man was tall like Jake and had reddish hair with a strong jaw bone. He had very red lips. He wore the same clothing as the others.

"I am." Jake responded and they came to stand before each other.

"This road's untraveled. Where you coming from?" The woman asked, looking up at Jake.

"I don't know." Jake told her, "I don't seem to have any memory. But I know I want my daughter back, and I don't know where she is." He told them.

"You probably lost your memory in the war." The redheaded man informed him. "You wanna earn a quick buck?" He asked and the other two rolled their eyes.

"Well, I wouldn't exactly call it a 'quick buck'." The other man commented. He was well-shaven. "But if you have no memory and want to look for your daughter, we may be able to help." He smiled a nice smile.

"How?" Jake asked, curious about the travelers and how he might search for his daughter.

"Well," the girl told him, "we plan to commandeer a zeppelin and fly to Syran." She smiled, "you wanna come?" She asked. "If we get it right, we can pay you." She said and Jake nodded at her proposal. It sounded good to him.

"Alright," he agreed.

"Good." The redheaded man said and then began passed him and walked the way Jake had come from, still talking. "My name's Coor, that's Ha," he gestured to the girl, "and that's Lee. What's your name?" He asked and Jake looked at him.

"I don't know." He said, a bit annoyed. "I have no memory."

"Right," the man agreed, as though confirming it. "Then we'll call you Jack. Sound good?" He asked and Jake nodded. "So you're what, like, thirty?" He asked and Jake had begun to get rather annoyed that the man kept asking questions he had no answers to.

"I guess." He said and Coor nodded.

"Right, right." He said, nodding his redhead.

"Hey, unicorns!" Lee cried and pointed to the creatures that stood off in the woods watching the humans pass through.

"You're such a city-boy." Ha shook her head and Lee watched the animals as they hopped off. Jake wondered what would happen when they saw the corpse.

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