CHAPTER ONE
Eliza. The name he had fresh on his tongue. Eliza. The name that flooded his brain when he awoke. Eliza. The only name that mattered to him. The beautiful name had to mean something. It had to mean something great, something new, for when he whispered it the feeling of life erupted in him. The question that stands is, if the name was so good to him, why did thick sadness linger in its wake?
DING DING DING. Three bells rang out, marking the hour. With each bell came a fogged memory, becoming more distant with each second. DING. A child. DING. One girl. DING. A promise. A promise to the child. He gave a promise to Eliza. He gave it to her and he sealed it with a kiss. The problem is, he couldn’t remember the promise he made.
The bells made him wonder where the clock was, and as he looked around, he found the room he resided in empty save the door with a single hatch lock. Slowly, the lock turned and three masked figures entered. Two of them held restraints as long as the bed and one carried a needle whose point could mine gold. The one with the needle spoke first, forcing him back in the bed. “If you do not struggle, the restraints will not be of much use”.
“What is that, what are you doing to me?” From the heavy sigh forced from his mask, it sounded as if he were tired of the questioning he has yet to begin. “It is a repellent, a brew granted to the citizens by the governess of peace.” “What is being repelled? Why am I here?” “The memories from the outside world are being repelled. Your new home is here and your purpose is to work.” As soon as he finished talking, the needle stabbed him in his arm, sending a wave of both chill and fire running through his body as every close memory he had just regained were snatched from his mind until the only thing that remained was a dull ringing in his heart forced with a sense of perfect perfection. The beautiful name. The child called Eliza.
  CHAPTER TWO
He works in the mines daily from the time the bells ring at 6 until they ring again at 5. 11 hour days are good for the soul says the mistress of labor. The meals are granted to those who work, do not question, and do not disrupt. He hardly gets meals. Every morning they are given enough food to sustain a good worker. They are given earmuffs and are warned to never remove them. The man beside him who works in chains - the Runner they call him- speaks to himself. He mutters of evil and the dangers of life. He whispers to himself things that make the air around him cold.
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Sweat clings to him, soaking the sheets of the mattress he’s been given. In his mind he can still hear it. It was the voice of a child calling out to him. He learns from his dreams and tonight he learns his name. He is called James and little Eliza is his sister. He discovers their relationship in the dream that visited yesterday. She called to him and begged her brother to come back. Today when the masked men return, the leader begins as he always does. “Arm out boy.” “James” he interrupts. The masked men all falter in their steps as the leader speaks again. “Excuse me?” “James,” he says again, “my name is James”. All three men turn in unison and huddle and, as one, they begin to speak. Turning back to James, the leader beings “you have begun to remember-”  “Your doses are doubled-”, says the second “And you shall not question”,finishes the third.
The blood drains from James’ face as the realization of their words reach him. The small solace he finds in his dreams will be taken away and his one chance of remembering his promise to Eliza is hurriedly slipping from his grasp. The men advance towards the bed and one pins him while the others tie him down and he’s injected in both arms. Immediately he fights it as his vision blurs and darkness once more encommpasses him.

CHAPTER THREE
Air reenters his lungs as he awakens again, dreading the loss of the memories he fought so hard to remember. The bells ring out DING DING DING DING. Only four, not time to rise but with each bell, a sharp pain blossoms at the base of his neck. Images race through his mind with each loud ring of the bell, recalled from whatever drug they use to steal them. He remembers. He remembers the names, he remembers the reactions, and he remembers those last words - “you shall not question”.
He likes to wonder what the men really meant. Why shouldn’t he question? He asks the giver of sustainability and she revoked his chance at a meal for three days. He asks the giver of linens and she condemns him to wear his soiled clothing for weeks. He then so chooses to ask one last person. He decides to ask the mistress of labor who overseers the mine work. James takes off his earmuffs in the heart of the mine where he works diligently with the Runner and his ear take up the sounds. Loud bells from every direction attack his ears, forcing him to fall to the ground as memories break forth from the haze, filling his head quickly until he can do nothing but slump on the ground as he’s hit with wave after wave until everything snatched from him is returned. From the moment he left the outside world with his four year old sister until he awakens in the room with the door with the single hatch lock, he remembers. And he stares blindly into the distance as the words he’s been craving finally and truthfully burst from his lips. “I remember”.
The Runner turns in the blink of an eye and has him pinned to the cold earth floor and shakes him madly. “You shall never utter those words here. Never speak that in the walls of Utopia”. James stares incredulously at him, “I can miss a few meals it is not a probl-” “To remember costs you more than that of a petty meal boy. To remember in Utopia costs you your life”. With that the Runner turns and goes back to his work, muttering of evil and the dangers of life. He whispers to himself of things that make the air around him cold .
He remembers the promise he made, that he would never forget her.  James remembered that and James continued to remember and it cost him more than just his life. It cost him the life of Eliza, too. Yet when he died at the hands of the masked men, all he could think was that he kept his promise and all he could do was smile.

In the end it had been the bells. The bells who had awakened his memories in the land of Utopia. And it had been his promise to Eliza that allowed him to remember.