His eyes shoot open to be met by darkness and the feeling of cloth, hands spring to his face to find a bandage around his eyes. Calming down he goes to remove the bandage but all of a sudden stops, "I can see while my eyes are covered." he thinks, "who am I?" His name is Lucas Thorn, but he can't access his memories to tell him this.

Having woken in an alley way he gets up and walks into the street...desolate; there is something strapped around his forearm, a mixture of leather and metal. "What is this?" he asks aloud, trying to reassure himself that this is reality and not a dream, though the way events were unfurling he begins to wish it were a dream. "CLANG!" a noise from further down the street, a shadow moving in the distance "there appears to be something else here besides me."
The shadow moved closer to Lucas, slowly at first but it was gaining courage by the second. "Stay back!" Lucas shouted, though it was hardly intimidating. He searched his pockets for something to defend himself with, "come on I need something!" he thought, then as if responding to his thoughts and desperation, a foot long blade erupted from the thing strapped to his forearm. Although bemused by what just occurred, part of him realized that he knew that would happen though how, was still a mystery. Regardless of how it happened, the shadow now saw Lucas as a threat and started to back away eventually turning around and running. Now that he could relax, the blade dissipated as if it were a regular occurrence which he was beginning to think it was. "Weird night this is turning out to be. "As he said this he found himself grinning "I'm starting to remember who I am, I hope it'll bloody get a move on."

1 hour later, he had taken refuge in one of the shops lining the street. Searching his pockets had given him little to no insight to who he is, all he found was 7 lollypops, a lighter, another wrist device, what seemed to be a broken communicator and a note with "your name is Lucas Thorn" written on it. "I guess that's my name then, well at least that's something, but what's with the lollies?"
It had been two days since the first encounter with the thing hiding in the shadows, since then no-one else seemed to appear. Looking out of the top window of his hiding place, Lucas saw the entity skulking down the street at an agonisingly slow pace increasing Lucas' risk of being spotted. Three days later, Lucas had been switching shops in case the creature knew where he was, with any spare moment he had he would sit still and wait for the memories to resurface. When he wasn't dodging shadows or waiting for memories, he tried figuring out the device on his forearm, "think blade." nothing happened, he let out a long exasperating sigh and looked at his drink on the table. "I want a drink but I can't be arsed to get up, if only I had telekinesis then I could just grab it with my mind." And like when the blade appeared, as if responding to his thoughts the drink flew into his hand, "holy crap I DO have telekinesis!" Though it couldn't possibly be anything else, he attempted this again with the lighter he left on the counter, again as if his thoughts had physical manifestation, the lighter sprung into his hand. After that everything seemed like a blur, the door burst off the hinges with the creature standing in the door frame, its eyes covered but Lucas could tell they were fixed on him. "Not you again." he sighed "well looks like we're gonna have to fight!" Like before the device responded to the urgency of the situation and procured the foot long blade, though the creature was no longer afraid of it, desperation seemed to have counteracted what little rational thought this beast had. Upon closer inspection the beast was vaguely humanoid, with thick black hair down to its chest and torn clothes so grey with dust it was almost impossible to see it, if you were using your eyes of course, but after what just happened Lucas assumed his vision was based on his psychic abilities so the creature was as clear as day. The creature pounced, Lucas dodged and cut the beast's arm, it snarled with anger but was not going to give up, it was hungry so it was desperate. It pounced again but this time Lucas held his ground, he drove the blade through the creature's heart killing it instantly, then dropped the corpse to the floor and with a sigh of relief, he passed out.
Unaware how much time had passed, Lucas awoke four days later next to the corpse of the beast. It was morning but still there was no other signs of life, "am I the only one here?" After days of solitude on the melancholy street, Lucas decided to venture away from the depressing grey of the area in which he resided. Searching the other shops for supplies he discovered something unexpected, in the weaponsmiths he found a note along with a sheathed sword. The note read "thought you'd want this back, seeing as you don't remember how to use your abilities it'll come in useful. Don't give up and keep in mind that we'll be keeping an eye on you."
"Huh, looks like I've got myself a guardian angel."
Once sufficient supplies were gathered and with his new sword on his back, Lucas left the streets of grey without turning back, too much was stooped in mystery for him dwell on his time spent on the lonely existence of the town he woke up in.

After a three hour walk, Lucas arrived at the outskirts of the town which linked to a forest "guess this is the way out." Inside the forest was never quiet, with so many things happening around him Lucas couldn't concentrate properly which made his vision blurry. "My concentration levels must affect my sight." Something was hiding behind the trees a few metres away, "again with the shadows, when will you people try something different?" Responding to his words the entity took form as it exited the darkness. "Took your time noticing me didn't you?" it said, the voice sounded feminine and it was...inviting.
Lucas was cautious of this new arrival, "who are you?" he called out. "Me? I'm nothing but a figment of your imagination." it said, from the sound of the voice it was a woman. "I think you're trying to mess with my head." Lucas replied, the figure laughed as if it were some kind of joke, "you got me there Lucas." Stunned to hear his name called out by this stranger he shouted "Come out of the shadows! And how do you know my name?" The figure appeared out of the gloom, it was definitely a woman; she was smiling like she was meeting up with an old friend after many years but Lucas had no memory of her. "Who are you?" he repeated. Suddenly a tidal wave of memories crashed into his mind causing him to double over holding his head in pain. "What's happening to me?" he gasped, there was a sharp pain at the base of his skull and then, darkness.

"Ok we'll storm the building at 0300 hours on the 17th, on this day the patrols are going to be low so resistance will be minimal."
What?
"The strike team will include Black Rose, The Blind, myself and a battalion of our finest men.
Who are these people? Are these my memories?
"This meeting is adjourned; the next time we meet will be on the day of the attack, dismissed."
Wait! Not now! Not when I was so close! ...come back
Lucas sat bolt upright with the mysterious woman sitting next to him, while he was unconscious she had made a fire and cooked some of the food supplies Lucas had.
"Ah, you're awake" she said "you've been out for almost a day."
"This may sound like a strange question, but by any chance would you be Black Rose?" he asked.
The sound of her name clearly surprised her from the expression she was giving him "so you do remember me." She sounded sceptical.
"No just a wild guess based on 30 seconds of cryptic bullshit. But you know who I am don't you?"
"Lucas Thorn aka The Blind, telepath and master swordsman with an Oxford degree in chemistry and physics, went missing in the field 5 months ago presumed dead though orders were given to search for you anyway." The way she said it sounded like a funeral speech.
"That's about as useful as a kick in the head." The sarcasm obvious in his voice
"I'm only allowed to divulge that much; those were my orders upon finding you."
"Ordered by whom?"
"Our commander of course; you really don't remember." The tone in her voice and the look on her face, she almost seemed …worried. What is my relationship with this woman? he thought.
Trying to change the subject, he asked "at least you could remind me of your real name."
"Sorry but I have also been ordered to keep that confidential."
"Go figure."