Found Out, Part 2

Took a long nap this afternoon, but it's not helping me in my recovery.

To continue where I left off:

The female cop told me that I was with the FBI and I helped her eliminate "pesky insects" that had knowledge of the Threat.


Me: "What the hell are you talking about? I was never with the FBI, and I never killed anybody except my ex fiancée, that horrible Agent of that thing."

Lilliana: "You are so simple-minded, always were, Lucien. You don't even remember that night in Newark, when we found you?"


This was when a memory came back to me. I was meeting up with a woman named Maya that I had started to get to know. We met for dinner, but before we could get our food, a cop, or so I believed, told us to step out of the restaurant, we were needed for questioning. When we got outside, I was jumped. I remembered hearing Maya scream before I blacked out. Thinking back to it, Lilliana was the cop that grabbed me then.


Me: "You are the cause of all of this? Did you cause my three year memory loss too? I know the FBI can probably do that to people. Why not just kill me then if I was such a threat to you?"

Lilliana: "You were different. You were exactly like Zeke was: smart, cunning, able to hold your own, and most of all, you knew people. We needed somebody like you to help us. Somebody who could get close to the Fighters and Runners. You were exactly what the job required. With a little coaxing, and a little bit of training, you were the perfect candidate."

Me: "What exactly are you saying?"

Lilliana: "Thanks to you, many of those that knew too much, the ones who went into hiding, or who did everything to keep fighting, were eliminated. And the boss, he never thought you'd be the one to pull the trigger every time, but with my special treatments, you did."


I was stunned. She was saying that I was the one who killed all of my friends. All those I have been trying to re-connect with, that I hoped somehow survived: dead, because of me.


Me: "You're lying. I would never do something like that, and I would remember committing such an atrocity."

Lilliana: "Then how do you explain your dreams? Each one tells you of somebody you killed for us."

Me: "And my sister? Did you force me to kill her too?"

Lilliana: "We tried. As one of the Sages, she was one of our biggest threats, next to you of course. But something happened the night we tried to get to her."

Me: "And what exactly was that?"

Lilliana: "We went to our warehouse, the one we kept all of our files and weapons necessary for our missions. Before we could leave, your buddies Lobo and The Count showed up, threatening to kill us for what we did to you. No idea how they found us, but it didn't matter. We had to get rid of them, but things went from bad to worse. He showed up, and He was in a rage. He began attacking everybody, including us. Your friends managed to distract him, and that's when shit really hit the fan."

Me: "So you're telling me that between us, Lobo and The Count, as well as The Threat, things still managed to get worse?"

Lilliana: "Yep, in the form of leeches."


I'm so exhausted trying to recount all of this, I'll post the final update on what happened tomorrow.

Found Out, Part One

The FBI found us, Brown and I. We were away from one of our safe houses in the Midwest, just trying to get ourselves a decent meal. We were approached at the table by a few, what seemed to be, plain clothes officers. They said they had never seen us before in town, and that they thought it interesting that the first day they see us, also happened to be the day that a group of children went missing from the local park. Nobody had seen anything or anybody, so we were automatically assumed to be suspicious in the case. The one "cop" eyed me up and down, almost as if she knew who I was and was trying to remember where she had seen me before.

After questioning us, the two cops seemed to believe our story that we were simply drifters out for a meal, and that we would be leaving town the next day (which was true). As they were leaving, I could feel the female cop slip something into my pocket. After they left, I reached in and pulled out a note. The note simple read, "Come back to us, Drage."

I was a little puzzled by this note, especially since I had no memory of this woman. Maybe somebody during my three years of lost memories. Brown and I decided to follow them, see if we could get any information, whether it was on the missing children, this note I was slipped, or anything else in regards to the Threat. We kept a safe distance from them as we drove, but something just didn't feel right.

I began hearing a strange buzzing in the back of my head, which turned into a massive migraine after a few moments. When the cops stopped, so did the buzzing. They got out of their car, turned around towards us and began walking. They kept their hands up, showing us there was nothing they could harm us with. The female then pointed directly at me, motioning for me to get out of the car. Brown stayed behind in the car, and I approached the female, my hands up to show I had no harmful intentions either.

Cop: "Glad you got my note, Drage. I was wondering if you would come back to us."

Me: "Back to you? I don't know who you are, and I don't know what you mean. That's why I followed you: to get some answers."

Cop: "You mean to tell me you don't remember your job? What I trained you to do? Perhaps it was that pesky mess in the warehouse that caused your disappearance and memory loss. It should have been expected, what with everything that went down that night."

Me: "What job? What warehouse? My only job that I have is something I don't discuss with people, so as not to put them in danger."

Cop: "Drage, you know exactly what your job was. Your dreams tell you everything. They are, and always have been, your memories."

Me: "Just cut the tip-toeing around the details. Just tell me what the hell you are talking about."

Cop: "Fine, if it's that important to you."

She took out two badges from her pocket. More specifically, FBI badges. One had her name etched into the back of it. Lilliana. The other had a name etched into it too.


Lucien


Cop: "You were one of us, and thanks to you, we eliminated many of those pesky insects that knew too much about Him."





Will update later if I can, still trying to recuperate from what happened after.