Forgetfulness... that's one thing... losing your memories and awaking in an environment you aren't exactly comfortable in... not very exicitng.... I can remember all the

I awoke in this New York Hospital in the afternoon, awaking after seeing flashes of a woman's fear filled face in my dreams, and guns and shots. I could hear police sirens and other things.

I saw a doctor next to me who had a phony smile, but it changed to a frown when I tried to get up.

"Sir, you have to stay in bed, you can't go..." he said, before I punched him in the mouth, knocking him down. I didn't know where I was, I was frightned, I didn't want to stay.

Another doctor tried to come at me and put something in me, a needle, but I grabbed it from him and put it in him instead, causing him to become weak and fall to the floor. God, I hate needles. I ran down the corrider, and security was starting to chase me. At one point I got to a dead end, except for one door "Dr.Menrik's office". I went in and saw a man and women talking, now startled. I closed and locked the door behind me. The surprise on their faces showed horror and fright.

"Please, is there a way out?" I asked while approaching them. Instead of answering, the man pulled a drawer in his desk open and was pulling out a gun. In an instant, I grabbed the gun, obeying my instincts, and disarmed him, and knocking him out. It was all pure instinct.

His wife then starting screaming running to the door, but I told her stop, and she tried to unlock the door, but before she could, I fired a shot into her back. She started bleeding so much blood. Then the door was pushed off it's hindges and security started entering. I fired at them until I ran out of bullets, injuring two. I dropped the gun and tried to make a fight, but they stabbed me with a needle.

"Get off me, motherfuckers, get... off me... get... mother... fuck......"

I awoke to the sounds of an ambulance, and I was tied down. One guy told me that they were transporting me to a mental institute. I didn't like that. Another thing he told me was that the women I shot had died.

However, a strange thing happened. Most of it was a daze but I could remeber parts of it.

Seconds after he told me the depressing news, a car crashed into us. I was fine, but I could see the people in the car were bruised and banged up. The doors opened, and a strange man, Italian looking, untied me. I could hear gunshots.

"Follow my instructions, follow me!" he said.

He got out of the car and we ran to this car with two people shooting at police officers near by. We got into the backseat, and the two others in the front. We started driving through the busy streets of New York with the police chasing us.

"Giovanni, what are we going to do?" my guy asked.

The driver then said "We have to outrun them, dumbass, what else can we do, Michael?"

The other man in the trio handed me a box. "Here, do us some good"

I opened it to see a box of grenades. " What the hell do you think you're suppose to do with it, John, you've done it for most of you life"

"What the fuck do you mean?" I asked him.

"John, throw the grenades and kill the cops!"

"What!?!"

"Just do it!"

to be continued

Not knowing where you are or who you are is a pretty scary thing; this will definitely keep me questioning whats going on and anticipate what happens to you next. Grenades? Thats pretty intense way to show those cops whos boss and apparently your a pro at it...

:Sly listens intently:

That's a very interesting story, Mr. Doe.  It's certainly an special situation that you got yourself in to.  I'll be very interested to find out the identity of your mysterious savior, and to find out how you made it out alive.

Instints kicked in while I looked at the box of grenades. I opened the window and grabbed a grenade, positioned body just right, half out the window, half in, and threw the grenade at the cops. While they swerved, I threw another , but no avail.

"Stop the car" I yelled

"What?" the driver ask

"Just fucking do it!"

He stopped, and when this happened, the cop car started to pass us. At this point, I threw the grenade in the open window, and seconds later, BOOM! The cop car erupted in a giant fireball. We were unharmed.

We later drove into an alley and abandoned the car when we were free. We walked through the streets until we reached this apartment

"Okay John, we reached your apartment" the guy named Giovanni said.

"John?" I said.

"Well, yeah John, you won't tell us your real name and told us to call you John, remember, when we first met" Giovanni said.

"This is the first time we've met..." I responded. We were all silent.

"You can't be serious John, stopping joking with us" the unnamed guy said.

"I'm not joking around, I serious have no idea who you guys are" They looked at each other, started to talk in whispers. I could see that they recognized the ignorance in my words and face.

"John, who am I" the unnamed man asked. I shrugged. "This isn't funny John" he responded.

"John, I think you're joking, but when you stop, we have to meet in the morning, here, okay?" Giovanni said.

"Okay..."

The men went their seperate ways and I went into what was apperently my apartment. I was hoping something might jog my memory.

to be continued...

new part coming out later today...

John looked at the key he had in his pocket, with the room number on. He walked around until he found it and walked in and found a well tighty apartment. He walked around and found a picture of him and a girl. Then he remembered what he saw in his dreams. The girl's face, her fear filled face.

He continued to look around, but found nothing of importance, nothing of a name, of an identity. It was like John didn't exist, like he was a John Doe...

He grabbed something to eat from his supply of food. It satisfied him. He continued to search, and found something. He found a paper about a woman dying at a scene where two men were shot in the knews and two criminals fled. He tried to find some names, but they were cut out, every name. He saw that there was a photo remaining of the crime scene, and that seemed to register, but was not related to the girl he remembered. He tried so hard to remember, to no use...

He had to go to sleep, and figure things out tomorrow...

to be continued

Bamboo sits on the park chair listening to JohnDoe tell the crowd about his story

Good Story mate I will be looking forward to the next one.

Bamboo pulls out a twig and starts chewing on it

Lorthan stands whit the crowd and listen intensely to the story his hearing

Good story! cant wait to hear what will happend next

The night was horrible. John had his 'first' horrible dream.

John could only see images and sounds. He saw the girl from his first visions, her screaming as she was pulled away by some strange men, while John was also held back. I could see her in terror, fear filled face. It was horrible. I woke up sometime around 6:00am from that horrible nightmare.

He decided to look around his apartment more. He found more newspaper, and even an entire folder, but all the names here still cut out.

Attorney ______ was just arrested today for involvement in crimes with _______ and ________ and will be soon getting a trial. It all started when _______ prosectuted _________. Days later, his family was kidnapped by mafioso ________. The attorney is suspected of soon working with _______ after his son ________ was found strangled to death. More of the ________ case on page 8.

He didn't understand, and nothing rang any bells. He decided to look at another article.

Attorney _________ had yesterday broken out of jail, with ___________, _____________, __________, ___________,  ___________, and ____________. While _________, crime boss __________, and Right hand man ______________ were found dead, the escaping attorney has not been found yet. However, _________, and _________ were found close to death, and were treated and sent back to jail. More on page 5!

He looked at the article, but it showed nothing. It had a picture of the attorney, but it was cut out. However, there was one part where there was a name.

... Right hand man Enzo, of the ___________ family was found dead in the escape car along with boss __________. Their bodies ...

Who was Enzo? Where could John find out this information. Would it tell him about himself? He was about to look in the folder, but then there was a knock on the door. It was the guys from yesterday. It was time to go...

to be continued...

New part coming out later today