Bryan Driggs

"No! Don't forget me! Don't forget my name!" I hear ring in my head before the image of a young hispanic boy floats into my vision from the void. 

"Hello?" I call to him, waking him from an unnoticeable slumber, "What is your name?" I ask him.

"Bryan Driggs." He seemed to have some trouble piecing the words together, as if I had presented him with a puzzle he would otherwise avoid.

"Could you tell me a bit about yourself Bryan?" I continue to question him. He seems to be floating in some space alien to my own world, but this does not affect him in the slightest.

"I'm about eighteen years old. I live with my family. I like blueberries. Yeah, I like blueberries. I feel like there's more. It's all blurry. I'm sorry, I usually have such a great memory." He puts his hand against his head, as if pain were shooting from his temple. Flashes of light and images started to show around him. Pictures of a woman and a girl singing as they give him a cake. Flashes of disasters happening around him, such as fires, earthquakes, and monsoons. There are people flying and lifting the boulders, disappearing into thin air just to reappear to save others. Some change form to escape the torturous events, but everyone ends up safe.

"Are there heroes where you are from?" I probe further, careful to keep a gentle tone.

"Yes, there are many that call themselves heroes where I'm from. Before the age of power, heroes were special. Now everyone can do something spectacular. Which makes it all so boring. What's my name again?"

"You said it was Bryan Driggs." I reply with hesitation, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah. Now I remember, thanks." He shook his head a bit, like it would clear the fog from his mind.

"So, did you have special abilities too Bryan?" I continued. He crossed his arms and 'sat' contemplating things.

"I think so. Everyone else did, so I would think that I did too. Other people were able to fly, or change shape. Some even teleported, and ran at extreme speeds, but I know I didn't do any of that. That's all boring and not too original." He chuckled at himself. "So my name is Brandon, right?"

"Bryan. Your name is Bryan Driggs. Are you sure you're okay?"

"I don't know." His face becomes blank, emotionless. He seems to be in some sort of catatonic state.

Author's Note

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