Chapter 2: The Pain of Memories

(???? Pov)

In the beginning, there was darkness, endless darkness swallowing everything. I felt a peace surrounded by boundless cold, thinking of days gone by and past glory.

The pain began to tear me apart from the inside out every moment I felt like I was losing a piece of myself it felt like the darkness was starting to shrink with every second.

And then I opened my eyes and the pain was gone, maybe not completely but enough for me to start thinking. It was a terrible dream.

The first question I asked myself was where am I? It doesn't look like the place I usually go. I'm used to waking up in bars but this. Weird but it could always be worse.

He looked around the room trying to find out where he was.

An ordinary teenager's room looks familiar, mine looked similar when I lived with my parents. But at the same time, it's so strangely curious who lives in this windowless room. The figures that stood nearby stood out the most.

He got out of bed and slowly walked over to the table with plastic figurines, picked one up gently, and began to look at it. Turning every stone in search of special signs.

Hmm, pathetic not only that it is incompetently folded and it looks like it was dyed by a 5-year-old. And this doesn't look like a children's room to me.

It looks disgusting only what looks quite normal is the sticky signature of this knight "Sir Kay". You can sum up the work of a novice like this. Well, everyone has to start somewhere.

But who the fuck is "Sir Kay" from some new comic or anime? Or maybe more like a knight from Arthurian legend? I don't remember there being one, and I was obsessed with all this mythology. Unfortunately, over the years I have forgotten most of it and you never know when such knowledge may come in handy.

And who gave the knight figurine a pistol in his hand, shouldn't it be a Medieval figure or something I don't know. Maybe it's from some modern fantasy book.

He put the figurine back in its place, ending his childhood memories. Seeing that the others looked as disgusting as the first, he gave up looking through the rest. He kept looking elsewhere for a clue.

He looked through every shelf, every nook, and cranny of the room in turn, looking for the smallest scrap of information about where he was, how he got there, and most importantly if he was in any danger. Because he was starting to get worried

After all, it's not every day you wake up in a strange place in your pajamas. Someone had to dress him up, take his old clothes and confiscate all his weapons.

He even checked under the bed and what was inside the shelves.

There's nothing, nothing but clothes and dust under the bed. Someone doesn't check in too often and cleans up, he said when he finished looking under the bed, he was trying to make a joke to calm down a bit.

What bothered him was not only nervousness but also pain that was constantly increasing, slowly and methodically.

Shit, if this keeps up I'm going to pass out I need to finish searching the room quickly and then find some painkillers.

All I have left is a desk with books and a huge wardrobe standing next to it, he thought, clenching his teeth constantly.

When he started to look through the lying documents, he saw a tall man out of the corner of his eye, scared he dropped everything he was doing and instinctively jumped away, raising his fists to defend himself, he was ready for any eventuality and attack that a stranger might carry out. 'Always expect the worst from other people,' his father had told him over and over, and so far he has not been disappointed.

And he waited, the unfamiliar man taking the same stance as him, the boxing position as if mocking him and swaying to show off his superior skills. He waited for our hero's move.

After a minute of staring at each other, he realized how stupid he was. What he was trying to fight was a mirror, very large and very well made but still just a mirror.

In the mirror, he saw a tall, reasonably muscular man wearing red pajamas all over his body, with short curly brown hair and short, untrimmed stubble. Someone hasn't shaved in days.

I'm a few inches taller and I've lost some muscle and my hair color has changed. And also the voice and this face, I didn't look like that. Is there something wrong with me, am I reborn or am I hallucinating? whispered the hero, completely bewildered.

I look like a different person. Wait, I'm a different person. Just like the books I read as a kid.

So if I got a new body, what about my old one? How I died and more importantly how this boy died suicide or maybe murder the perpetrator may not be far away. What should I do?

...

Don't panic, that's not how they taught you, he told himself using simple self-hypnosis.

...

After a few moments, he calmed down

He tried to remember his old appearance but was attacked by such intense pain that he had never felt even after a gunshot, forcing him to stop what he was doing and forget everything he remembered.

He knocked him to his knees and when he slowly began to lose consciousness, he already knew that it was bad, he bit his tongue while creating a new stimulus for the brain and stopped trying to remember anything for now.

Then the pain lessened, but it was still uninterrupted and even stronger than before.

It took him a while to realize that he was running out of time. He got up from his knees and kept searching without wasting any more time.

Hell, I don't know if I'm starting to lose my mind from the pain, but I think I hear a voice in my head.

spin the wheel whispered voices barely audible as softly as a mother trying to put a small child to sleep.

I think I'm hallucinating, he said, but so quietly that no one outside the door accidentally heard him.

Even if I remember something, I'll forget the damn pain right away. What should I do? he began to wonder.

He tried to find a solution and after a few moments he came up with something as usual. It was not for nothing that he was always responsible for planning military operations.

The paper whispered happily finding a possible solution.

Ignoring no further problems, he sat down at his desk, opened a notebook, and began to write everything he remembered about his former self from the moment of birth to his inevitable death, which he would probably remember soon, fighting against time.

He didn't care about the pain anymore, this moment of finding an answer was like heroin for him. He knew something was wrong, his apparent lack of memory a sharp headache and increasing in intensity every time he tried to remember something. Something had entered his head and was slowly eating away at his memories. Not counting on the possibility of a quick brain surgery, he decided to leave something behind before his probable death, some proof that he existed.

I don't know how he got there, but I'm not going to give in even to such adversity. When I pass out in a moment my memories will disappear forever. I have a feeling they're very important to me, so I need to get them back. If I can't verbally, I'll do it in writing, he swore to himself. For one.

That's not what you did, and as he thought, he did.

I was born in Wales in the city of Cardiff.

It only got worse when he started. With each word, he wrote the pain only increased, but now he was ready, a man may leave the army but the army will not leave a man of such discipline one does not forget no matter what. So, remembering the old pain training, he endured the suffering. Halfway through he felt warm and began to sweat profusely. And when he finished the last word of the first sentence, not only his head but his whole body began to ache, and the pain reached its peak. The voices also amplified with pain, at first they seemed to be whispering, but now they were more like a distant scream.

Spin The Wheel, Spin The Wheel - they screamed intensely now as if hoping that he would hear them this time.

Enduring another dose of intense suffering, he did not give up and continued writing.

I had 3 bro t. He instinctively grabbed his ears, and someone standing directly next to him shouted directly to them, causing even more pain and a temporary loss of balance.

Spin The Wheel, Spin The Wheel, Spin The Wheel - they screamed mercilessly.

He got up from the ground, took a pen from the floor with one hand, and with the other covered the ear from which the noise was still coming. He did not give up and continued.

I had 3 brothers. As soon as he jumped the sentence this time he felt something wet in his right hand. Without even looking at it, he wanted to write on it, but suddenly something dripped onto a white sheet of paper. Something red - blood whispered. But from where? He tilted his head back, stared at the ceiling, and found nothing.

Something began to leak through the fingers of his right hand. My blood took notice after a while. Blood began to flow slowly from his ears.

If that's the price to pay, so be it. It's not the kind of thing you sacrifice for a cause, he whispered sadly, remembering the days gone by.

He didn't realize then that he had lost his hearing, the voices in his head drowned out everything.

He finished the sentence: I had 3 brothers and one sister.

The blood continued to flow now also from the nose, staining the lower half of the page due to the sudden rush of blood.

Regardless, he continued writing. He changed the position of his head so that the blood would not interfere with his writing. He started digging deeper and deeper into his memory. Many images flashed before his eyes. From school times, his first love, and at last, there was the moment of his death.

I've lived in London almost all my life.

And also his eyesight refused to obey him, he went blind, and his eyes began to bleed, dirtying the card to the end, but he couldn't see it anymore.

I've already sacrificed too much, I have to go on, he screamed in pain like crazy, no longer caring about anyone else. Now nothing else mattered but the mission he had set for himself.

I was killed by a shot... Feeling a rapid loss of sensation in his limbs, he paused, aware that there were only a few words left, and busied himself writing down the most important information, his name.

My name is .... Immediately, inertly miscalculating the strength of his own body, he fell and his head hit the desks, damaging his forehead, he hardly felt anything anymore, and he could barely breathe, but he did not give up. He fought to the end.

In his final act, he put a pen in his mouth that was miraculously within his reach and, like a small child learning to write, drew a straight line.

My name is E E E D D moving the pen line by line.

As he was about to start writing the third letter but something in the atmosphere changed. It was noticeably heavier and denser. Everything went silent, he couldn't feel his ears, eyes, nose, and hands, the pen fell to the floor again, and he even lost the feeling in his mouth. All he could do now was wait for solace in death, spending his last moment in suffering.

Darkness fell upon him again, this time interspersed with pain.

 

...

 

He didn't know how, but subconsciously he thought he could still finish the last word, his name. He had a feeling something was about to change drastically when he did. I'll magically heal or he'll go back to his old body and it'll all just be a nightmare. As they say, hope dies last.

And when he was about to do so, the voice returned, but this time it was completely different, twisted, and inhuman. It sounded like the creaking or rubbing of some objects against each other.

SPIN THE WHEEL shouted an enraged voice

You are reading story Great Scheme at novel35.com

And with the voice he saw the beast in the dark, it had a humanoid shape and the mere sight of it gave him chills, she looked strange, not to say an understatement. It had many long arms, each ending in claws. They moved like a serpent's tail with no backbone inside. Plus, they started to surround him, or what was left of him. Her torso consisted of many pairs of mouths on each side one below the other and each of them was filled with several rows of teeth. In addition, she had two heads without noses and ears, but she had many eyes like some insects. It is not known, but why one was biting the other, probably trying to devour it or conducting some strange copulation ritual.

Then the beast changed in a hoarse guttural voice again.

SPIN THE WHEEL said each head

He thought How can I hear her, I don't even have a head. Realizing moments earlier that he no longer has a body and levitates next to the beast in the form of a luminous mass.

And only then did he come to it. All the while the voice was not speaking in his head but in his soul, and all this suffering was a spiritual slow separating of his soul.

The beast finally encircled him completely with its tentacles, all of his view except for the small space around him was obscured by its tentacles. It circled him like a dome.

She just screamed SPIN THE WHEEL again and again in her animal voice as if to hurry him up.

He didn't care and had finally had some free time and nothing to lose, he began to think.

She doesn't move, but for who knows how long, she's completely encircled me, so there's no way to run. And I don't have a chance against her either, I wouldn't give her advice in full strength armed for it, let alone with the soul itself if you can somehow fight with it.

So I have 2 options left, either to listen to her and count on her grace or to trust my intuition and jump on a sentence. He thought slowly, not caring that his soul was slowly shrinking.

He chose the second safer option and began writing the third letter in his soul.

Immediately the beast's behavior changed.

She spoke this time in a human female voice

You will die, she whispered softly

He concluded that she was talking about her soul, irreversible death no further reincarnation, and not about a body that is probably already dead or will be in a moment. It didn't matter to him anymore, he had gone too far and he didn't care about his death. Maybe he'll even get lucky and be reborn again, who knows?

What difference does it make to die once or twice? For a soldier, the goal was more important than life. He thought sentimentally.

Seeing that nothing was achieved, the beast decided to change its approach.

If you die now, I will kill him and all his relatives.

Not knowing who it was, the beast showed him a moving image, although it looked more like a TV channel to him.

It was a familiar sight to him. His brother's apartment.

But he still didn't believe her, so the picture changed. Now he saw his brother with his wife and two children laughing at a family dinner. And behind them, all stood the beast, unnoticed, ready to bite their heads off at any moment.

He started screaming and begging them to turn around and run. Unfortunately, neither of them heard him.

And the beast continues its YOU OR THEM DECIDE seeing that it has found a weakness.

I'll kill them, I'll kill them, I'll kill them, she repeated over and over again.

This time it was too much for him, he no longer cared about his own life, not after what he had endured and suffered, but for his brother...

He would do anything for his brother. He didn't want to lose him like the others. Even if it could be an illusion.

Threatened with the possible death of the last living family member, he succumbed to the beast. At the same time, sacrifice their previous efforts and the only chance of salvation and possible further life.

SPIN THE WHEEL said smiling, stopping for a moment and devouring each other knowing that she had already won.

As he whispered what she had told him, the beast disappeared with a contented smile mocking him.

...

In its place appeared a large, dripping blood wheel, which suddenly began to spin.

There was a caption above it in capital letters.

WHEEL OF CURSES 

It contained many different "prizes" such as curses "Instant Death" "Curse off Pain" "Curse off Mind" and many others, each worse than the last.

There were hundreds to choose from, some repeated and others not. The worse ones were, fortunately, less, they occurred once or twice, but there was still a chance for them. Everything depended on luck.

After all, the wheel couldn't go on forever, right? he thought with some hope left.

As if by magic, his wish began to slow down, then stopped removing his last hope.

 

You have received a "Curse off Memory"

He projected blue in front of his "eyes"

Curse off Memory :

Description: Located between its smaller and larger versions, the Memory Curse works as its name suggests, erasing memories.

Unlike its larger version, it removes all possible memories, leaving only those necessary for survival, such as the ability to breathe and the instinct to eat. Therefore, it is considered relatively harmless outside of combat and dangerous to possess. A person under its influence begins to behave like a child and in extreme cases succumbs to its animal instincts attacking the closest person. It can be disenchanted and removed in many different ways, for example: by a fairly powerful sorcerer who knows about curses. If it is not disenchanted after some time, it begins to remove memories permanently, eventually creating a new person in a given body. It is cast on only one persona and does not spread unless modified, but is then known by a different name.

Glossary :

Not bad, you could always get instant death. Although in your case it turns into an innate curse due to cheating which makes it almost undetectable by the system and it takes very powerful observation skills just to detect it let alone remove it.

Even if by some miracle you knew about it, what I'm going to tell you right now, you won't, you'll soon forget all about it, you need to find someone unimaginably powerful for you right now or smart enough to recognize the symptoms to even have a chance to counter it. The number of such people on Earth can be counted on the fingers and they are usually very busy not caring about the lives of ordinary people. You will also need good luck and have fun ????. We may meet again, but you will probably be a different person, who knows, I like to surprise myself.

 

...

 

Silence is all he found after that when he returned to his body and the place where it had started a moment ago. He didn't remember anything about his old life, he was constantly bleeding and his senses didn't magically return, it wasn't an illusion. It's over.

Then came disbelief about the absurdity of the situation, how he had lost his memories before he gained the curse, maybe something had made him lose them. Something or someone.

Then came acceptance, hope for a good life for his brother and his family, a spark of anticipation for the chance of forgiveness for what he had done to his own family if by some miracle he found out what had happened, what he had sacrificed for his brother.

And after it all came a little regret for not even knowing the name of the boy whose body he had inhabited and which he had so irrevocably ruined, and what kind of man he could become, he wondered. A better version of himself is the least he could do

And he began to wait for relief from suffering in death.

 

...

 

As he lay on his desk bleeding to death, he magically heard the sound of footsteps slowly ascending the stairs, and then a woman's voice at the door preceded by a knock, speaking calmly.

ADAM get up time for school repeated several times wanting him to hear and then he left going back the same way he came

Thanking God for the opportunity to fulfill his wish, he felt relieved in the last moments of his life.

So now my name is Adam, let him try to say it, but his mouth refused to obey him.

 

After these words came a short but already familiar and hated sound followed by a blue image.

(??????) changed to (Adam)

Only then did he open his "eyes", he knew that he had completely lost and was defeated by his ignorance and helplessness. All the time someone was deceiving him and leading him under the illusion to utter this one simple sentence, although he did not know for what purpose. All his pain and suffering for nothing was just a puppet in someone else's theater and he didn't know why. The worst thing for him was that he didn't even know who he was fighting.

Distraught, he wondered how many of these things were real, whether his brother's murder was even possible, or whether his theory of illusion made any sense. His mind slowly began to descend into madness and anger.

 

Luckily for him, it wasn't for long, he knew he was dying, he just didn't know why.

The last thing he heard was the monster's laughter, constantly changing with the woman's voice. Not knowing what is real and what is an illusion.

And in his absolute final moment, he realizes something.

THE PAIN... IS... FINALLY... GONE.

 

 

You can find story with these keywords: Great Scheme, Read Great Scheme, Great Scheme novel, Great Scheme book, Great Scheme story, Great Scheme full, Great Scheme Latest Chapter