Work in progress.

His eyes slowly opened. His mouth tasted bitter and dry. He desperately tried to remember last night's events. Nothing came to mind. In fact, he couldn't remember anything from the past. He thought he could see a person looking down on him. A man, to be precise. He appeared to be in his mid twenties, maybe younger. " 'Ey there kiddo. Looks like you took a nasty blow back there." The stranger said in a raspy voice. "Wh-what are you talking about. Who are you? Where am I!?" The boy said. "Well. Im Jynx, and you're in Metropolis." Jynx explained. "To be honest...This isn't exactly a Metropolis." He said. Jynx's eyes glazed over. "Aah, but it was a sight to see back in its glory days." Jynx said, nostalgically "But anyway, enough about me, who are you?" The young boy pondered for awhile. "Problem is, I can't remember anything." The boy's long, brown hair flopped over his eyes.