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Samantha stood stock still, every muscle in her body tense and rigid, and dull pain shot through her body, though she could do nothing about it. She was frozen in place, unable to move in anyway, just as she had awoken - standing upright in the middle of a strange, metallic room that gave her the chills. She didn't remember getting there, or even moving out of her bed. She only remembered going to bed in her own home wait felt like it could have only been a few hours ago.

She couldn't so much as flex her fingers. She couldn't even remember how she was supposed to do it. She had very specific memories of being able to move around. Of running and jumping, of fighting, of learning to stretch and becoming flexible to the point that she remembered being able to put her feet behind her head. But now her muscles were tauter than they had ever been before, and there was nothing she could do about it. It was driving her crazy, not being able to understand what was happening or what to do about it.

It was an abrupt and jarring moment when her leg moved, lurching forward unexpectedly and landing awkwardly a bit too far forward, making balance become an issue. She had been thinking about trying to move her legs, but it wasn't in the direction that it actually had moved. Quite the opposite, in fact. She had wanted to go one way, been willing herself fully to move in that direction, and moved in the complete opposite. She didn't understand.

She tried to move back, and felt her face twitching, as if she were attempting to speak, but there were no words coming out. She was getting angry, but her face was grinning wildly. She must have looked insane, standing there with one leg too far forward, and a bright grin on her face as she was threatening to topple over.

She had completely forgotten how to move her own body. It felt as though she were trying to control something while looking at it in a mirror, only she was doing it from the inside out, which only made it more confusing.

She couldn't understand how or why she had forgotten, though? What had happened? What had she gone through that might have wiped her so empty of feeling or control? And what could she possibly do to regain it?