Prologue

He opened his eyes and find that everything was blurry. He could hear voices, but they're muffled. He closed his eyes again, trying to let things clear.

When he opened his eyes again, he is quick to notice his location: a hospital room. His father sits staring at him wide eyed as his mom slowly moved closer to him.

Wait what-

"Jack?" His father asked slowly.

"Oh thank God you're alright," His mother said quickly, pulling him into a crushing embrace. Jack pulled back from the embrace, staring at his mother in disbelief.

"What's wrong?" She asked. And Jack honestly didn't know what to say. "Please tell me you remember who I am?" She whispered. He continued to stare at her, he couldn't get his mouth to work. He couldn't even nod his head to say yes. Thoughts were too busy running marathons in his head.

How is this possible? He thought. I haven't seen them in eleven years....

"It's okay Miranda. The doctor said memory loss is normal." He was barely aware of his father consoling his mother as he tried to figure out how this was possible.

It just didn't make sense. Last he knew he was with Summer. She had taken him on a walk through the woods as they had did many a times before. Before... she stabbed him in back.

"Jack? Can you tell me what you remember?"

Jack looked up to see a doctor has joined his parents in staring at him quizzically. Behind them he could see his older siblings- wow they had grown, well it's been eleven year- as well as a police officer.

Jack looked at them all unsure of what to say. How could he tell them?

How could he tell them that he remembered everything?

How he remembered the last time he had seen his family- on the day before his sixth birthday. How he remembered the kid and his dad who both asked him funny questions. How he remembered everything going black before waking up in an all white room. How they had changed his name and he had become a weapon of the Institute, becoming an Elite. How he had finally been happy and made friends. How he'd even got a girlfriend. How she had tried to kill him.

But why would she do it?

It had to be an order from the higher ups. Though he hated to the thought of it, Summer would've done anything to move up in the ranks. Even if it meant stabbing him in the back- well, stomach.

He cursed silently. He couldn't tell them that. They'd ship him off to a mental institution and he would never figure out why they had tried to kill him.

And he would mean "Blake" would never get his revenge.

He blinked looking at the people staring at him. "I'm gonna guess that I'm Jack?"

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Warning: THERE WILL BE SWEARING IN THIS STORY

Hey guys!

I hope you like the prologue I'm really excited about this. I mean actually have a plan for this.

Well... I wrote the title of each and planned everything in my head.

Either way it's more than I normally do....

Anyway,

Hope you enjoy this story!
See Ya Creeps!

-Jaz