Note: Guys, this is my first intense epic EF fic! Please forgive the shortness of this chapter and also thanks to Aliqueen16 for the title!

Multiple screams. A flash of blinding light. A huge thud. A skeletal building shaped like a D. The images, detailed but fast, caused a piercing shriek. A teenage boy of around 18 with messy hair, tattered clothes, and a scratched face was sitting up in a barren bed. He was in a dome-shaped room. The boy grabbed a photo. It was himself and 4 others, three boys and two girls. He recognized them. He didn't know there names, but he was sure he knew them. The boy then looked at the third boy. He didn't know that one. Not at all, he was sure of it. He tried to think of who he was. he knew his name was O…Oscar?-No, it was definitely Oliver, Oliver what? Oliver…Bernstein? That was it. He looked outside. In the distance, he saw the skeletal remains of a building shaped like a D. Oliver was shocked. "What is that place?" he asked over and over again. He knew it was connected to his past. The past…which he knew nothing about. He recognized one girl to be his girlfriend and the boy he recognized was his best friend. He then plopped on the bed and began to cry, punching the head of his bed. To his shock, the bedpost collapsed. He had super-strength! Oliver busted the window-ice, not glass- and grabbed a bottle of perfume that he had had in his pocket. He wasn't sure where it had come from. He smelled the perfume. It had a different smell about it. This smell amplified his systems-there was only one person it could belong too. Oliver ran and ran. He noticed that not everything was post-apocalyptic. Mainly the D-Tower and its surrounding buildings-if they had been buildings. He ran towards the tower, not sure what it would hold. Oliver saw a card dropped on the ground: "Property of Rodissius" it said. The name sounded evil. Oliver tried to piece things together. Maybe an evildoer had come in and wrecked everything? Still, so many unanswered questions. Oliver saw a few sparks of electricity and plasma on the buildings. He knocked on the door.

"What do you want?" asked the manager, a spiky-haired man with dark glasses-was he blind?

"Uh, my name is Oliver? I lost my key…" Oliver started.

"Oliver, it's really you!" the man exclaimed. "Come on in."

"Who are you?" asked Oliver, uneasily.

"I'm Douglas." said the man. "You don't remember? Something bad must've happened…"

"But wait, how come you're still here if the building is a skeleton?" asked Oliver.

"The building isn't a skeleton, silly." Douglas laughed. "Sit on the couch." He motioned towards an old pizza box.

"Are you…delusional?" asked Oliver.

"No, of course not, Ollie dear. Have a cookie." said Douglas, offering him a stone with several nails in it.

"Sure…" said Oliver. "Sorry, Douglas." He knocked Douglas out and felt himself flying. It was rather cool. He felt himself flying miles and miles…and then he stumbled down. Deep into a fiery crevice. The last thing he heard was a voice gasping, "Oliver?"