MeNobody14 (2013-05-02 01:37:58)

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Pain. Incredible pain. That's all he could remember. He clutched his head in agony, feeling the headaches come full force, and then stop. He sat, angry with himself, angry at the world. Why? Well.. He couldn't remember. All he ever remembered was the pain. And a number. 13. He lived in holes, in alleys, wandering through cities and never stopping to look at anyone. The few people that inquired about him were kind. And, occasionally, he'd stay in one of their houses. But only for a short time. He hated people, but didn't know why. The few that showed kindness softened him, but only a little. The poor boy called himself It. He muttered "It" over and over. Mainly because it's one of the few things he remembered. The other reason was that he had forgotten how to speak. He always sought answers to the questions in his mind, but never found them. He crawled out of a recycling dumpster, and walked out along the street. It was raining. Not a harsh rain that bit at you, but a soft, gentle one. He looked up in the sky and saw the bleak clouds hanging overhead. Wondering why they were there. Why the water fell from the sky. Why the flashes flashed and why the sky growled. Why. Why. He didn't realize he was being followed, until he looked back toward the alley. When he did, he saw a man. Tall, and in a trench coat. It ignored him and kept walking, pulling his baseball cap down over his eyes and clutching his blue hoodie closer to him. He wandered the streets for what seemed like ages, until he reached a park. He walked toward a swing set and sat on one. Pushing himself and holding onto the chains, he swung. He didn't know, however, that his life, was about to begin. He kept swinging for a few minutes, and then he felt a hand on his shoulder. He swung slowly for a minute, wondering what to do. He glanced at the hand and noticed it was a womans hand, long and slender. He followed the hand to the arm, and the arm to the shoulder, and so forth. "I haven't seen you here before, are you new here?" The lady asked. He nodded and looked at her curiously. "Do you live close to here?" She asked. He hated people asking him questions. He simply wanted his answered. He studied the ground for a minute, and then it happened. Slowly at first, then full on. He fell off the swing and clutched his head, writhing in agony. "Ahh, your the one" She said. She knelt down beside him and held him. "It's going to be ok." She said soothingly. When the pain subsided, she helped him up. "Come with me." She said. She led him to a white SUV and helped him in. "Your lucky I found you. Dawson was on to you." She said. "Who?" He rasped. He clutched his throat and coughed violently. He realized that was the first time he'd spoken in ages. She laughed and put her hand on his shoulder as they pulled out of the parking lot. "Careful. You don't want to get too excited." She said. "Dawson is part of C.O.W." She told him. "Moo?" He said, remebering the funny looking dogs he'd seen. "Haha! No. Not that kind of cow. C.O.W. It stands for 'Criminal Organisation Worldwide'." She said. "Oh.." He answered. Not really caring. He would forget it anyway. "You should rest. It's a long way from here to our destination." She said. It wasn't sure whether to trust her or not, but he really didn't care. He studied the woman, and noticed she could've only been in her early twenties at most. "Who are you?" He said, coughing once more. "My name?" She said. "Just call me M." She answered.

They drove to a secluded apartment building, bleak as it was, he seemed to like it for some reason. "What is this place?" He wondered aloud. He instantly regretted it as it tore at his vocal chords. "Shhh. Its.. Home." M said. She led him through the lobby into the elevator, through a hallway, and into a room. "Here we are." She opened the door Inside, was a simple kitchen, living room, two bedrooms, and a small office. "Hey Me.." A girl walked out of one of the bedrooms. She looked about his age, and alot like him. He wondered who she was. "Is that him?" The girl asked, "Yes." M said. "Cool!" The girl looked like she was about to say something more, but M gave her a stern look. "Call me.. uhh.. Car!" The girl said, walking over and holding her hand out to shake. It stared at the hand dumbly. "Why don't you get him a snack." M suggested. "Alright.." Car said, walking to the kitchen. "You can sleep with me in my room." M said. "But sis!" Car protested, "No buts, Car. Got it?" M said sternly. "Fine.." She grumbled. "Who are you guys?" It asked, confused. "You'll find out soon." M put her hand on his shoulder and started to lead him toward the bedroom, but It did something unexpected.

He grabbed her arm, put one foot behind her, and flipped her onto her back. "M!" Car screamed, standing dumbfounded in the kitchen. It backed away toward the balcony, ready to fight if he had to. "I want answers!" He coughed out. "And I want them NOW!" He yelled. M groaned and got up.

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MeNobody14 (2013-05-02 06:29:46)

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"Beautiful." It seems bleak to me. But I'm the author, so I should like it.

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EmilieZ~ (2013-05-02 06:29:54)

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What happens!!!

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MeNobody14 (2013-05-02 06:38:13)

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I updated it. Enjoy.

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MeNobody14 (2013-05-02 09:19:22)

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"Stop." A females voice said. Too many girls.. It thought. Being a gynophobe, he was highly uncomfortable with this. "The boy deserves to know." A woman came out of the other bedroom. She was dressed similarly to him in that she was wearing a baseball cap and a red hoodie. "Stay out of this, Becka." M said, getting up. "Unless I am mistaken, I was assigned to him. Not you." The woman named Becka looked to be about eighteen. She looked away from Car and M, and gazed at It. "Go into the other room." Becka said to the two girls. "But.." Car started. "C'mon Car. Let's go." They walked out of the room. Shutting the door behind them. Now Its anxiety grew. He was alone. With a person he did not know. "I will not hurt you." Becka said. She said it with authority, but also gently. "My name is Rebecka. Whats yours?" She said kindly. It backed further toward the balcony. "My.. name.." He croaked. "It.. Me.." He desperately tried to think. Racking his brain for any memory, any memory at all. "13.. Me.. It.." He repeated those three things over and over. He looked up, and Rebecka slowly walked toward him. "Stay away!" He rasped. "I want to help you." She said. She continued walking toward him. He reached behind and fumbled for the latch. "You know me." He stopped. She stopped. "You know who I am." She said. "I don't.. I don't know who you are!" He yelled, he coughed violently and sank to the ground. Rebecka covered the last few feet and knelt beside him. Her hand was gentle. Warming. Comforting. It just sat there. Coughing. Crying. He was broken. He couldn't remember. "I know what happened to you." He gazed into her eyes, and, seeing she was telling the truth, said, "Show me."

She led him to the office. "Sit in the chair." She said calmly. "Put the goggles on." She said once he sat down. She sat at a table with a computor on it. He looked at her. "What do you see?" She asked him. "Huh?" He was confused. All he saw was a blank room with nothing but a table and two chairs. "Look again." She said. He saw a street corner. He looked at himself in a puddle and noticed he was much younger. He was holding the hand of the same woman that sat across from him now. "Come along now. We don't need to get wet." She said. He looked up at her and said, "Okey kay.." No coughing. No rasping. What he saw next was the other two girls. He had a birthday cake and was blowing out the candles. "Happy birthday!" They said in unison. Then it skipped a few years. He saw a door with a two letters and two numbers. M e 13 He panicked. He tried to move but he was strapped to a chair. He realized this was his memory, this was him! He knew what would happen next. The blue man was going to come in any second. "..Is test subject number M/E 13." He heard outside the door. It opened, and two men came in. "He's fierce, but he'll make a great minion if the serum works properly." The first man said. He was short and pudgy. "Let's get this over with." The second man said. He pressed a button on some sort of intercom. "Angela. Come in." A woman with blonde hair dressed in a blue smock entered. She held a syringe in her hand. It already knew what was coming. But something he didn't remember happened. The woman named Angela walked behind him, leaned close to clean a spot on his arm for the shot, and, inconspicuously whispered, "You'll be ok." She gave him the shot, and he could feel the incredible pain once more. He screamed in agony. The woman looked away, and looked sad. The pudgy man excused himself, looking fearful. The thin, tall man stood there. Watching. I could feel it again. I could remember! I felt the energy surge. The adrenaline. The power. "Sir, His vital signs are off the charts!" The woman said. She backed away as the screen went blank. The tall man said, "Good." and left the room. I broke the bonds that held me to the chair, and leaped at the woman. Clutching her throat and shoving her up against the wall, he asked a simple question. "What did you do to me?!" She gagged and said, "I-its a new s-serum they developed.." She started choking and he relaxed his grip a bit. "It's s-supposed to make y-y-you stronger. F-Faster, and Healthier." He released her. "I'm gone." He said. He burst through the wall, out to the outside, and jumped. He fell three stories and stopped, mid-air. "What's.." He didn't have time to think. The gaurds started shooting at him. He figured he'd fly away if he could. And he did just that.

He flew for miles, just wanting to get away from the awful place. Then it happened. His first headache. It was terrible. He lost control and fell. Falling, falling. With one simple thing on his mind. Pain..

He awoke from a trance and realized he was back in the room with Rebecka. Sitting in the chair. With the goggles on. "You remember now. Don't you?" Becka asked. "Some of it.." He croaked. He wanted to eat. To sleep. And to resume his usual wandering. He didn't care about a bunch of bad guys that made him fly.

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kblackeagle (2013-05-02 09:33:17)

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I love/hate cliffhangers! This is a nice, very interesting story.

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MeNobody14 (2013-05-02 11:18:31)

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He didn't care about three girls that seemed to know him. He didn't care at all anymore. Wandering had become his life. And the truth was, He was afraid to remember. Afraid to have the questions answered. He got up and took the goggles off. "I'm leaving." He said. "You are, are you?" Becka said. "Bye!" He ran out of the office, and jumped off the balcony. He flew. He flew away. Into a secluded spot in some woods. There he sat. There he thought.

He got up and wandered through the streets for awhile. Heading away from the apartment building. It became night, and he continued wandering past the tall buildings and their neon lights. He walked into an alley, and then something hit the back off his head. He lost concousness.


He awoke in a brightly lit hotel room. Again? He thought. He realized this time, he was strapped to a bed. Great.. What now? He had one of his headaches, and he writhed in pain. "Aww.. Is he in pain?" A woman cooed. Why are there so many GIRLS?! He thought.
He looked over to see the brownish blonde woman, the one named Angie, standing there infront of his bed. "Don't worry, my pet. I won't hurt you." She said. She was wearing a tight red leather suit. Her wavy hair flowed over her shoulders and she smiled at him. "Let me go!" He rasped. He tried to break the restraints, but found he couldn't. "Tsk tsk." She said. "Can't let my little darling escape now, can I?" She said. She climbed onto the bed, ontop of him. "Let me go.." He said again. He wanted to leave. His anxiety was reaching a peak. "Why does my little pet wanna leave so soon?" She purred. She stroked his face as he convulsed in another headache. He closed his eyes tightly, and tried to fight back the pain. "My poor, poor pet. Those mean old men hurt you bad." She cooed. "But I'm here to make it all better now." She slowly ran her fingers through his hair, and leaned forward to kiss him, and then a door slammed. Angela sat up and looked at the source of the noise. "Can't you be quieter?" She hissed. "Sorry ma'am." The thick man apoligized. "Coast is clear." He said. "Good. You can rest now." She responded. She sounded agitated. "Thank you, ma'am." He said. He went to an ajoining room and shut the door. Her attention returned to It. "He messed up mummy's time with her pet." She purred. "Who are you?" He said. "Lets not worry about details." She said. He asked again and she simply ignored him. She caressed him and after getting used to it, he started to enjoy it a little. "You like it, don't you?" She said. It stayed silent. "Your handsome. And your mine." He was uncomfortable with her talking about him as a pet, but as long as she didn't hurt him, he didn't care. "Why don't you go to sleep, ok?" She brushed the hair out of her eyes and stared into his for what seemed like forever. "I.. Umm.." He blushed and closed his eyes. Angela laughed and stroked his hair. "It's alright. I promise I won't harm you." She said. She kissed him lightly and went to the kitchen. He thought for a little while. He didn't mind the attention, but he'd prefer to be alone right now. He decided he'd fall asleep, and figure out the rest in the morning.

When he awoke, Angela was on top of him. Again. "Goodmorning my pet." She said softly. "Can you undo the straps?" He croaked. "They're cutting my arms." "Does my pet promise not to escape?" She asked. He nodded his head, and she undid the straps. He immediately grabbed her and pinned her against the wall. "Who are you?" He asked, forcing her to give an answer. "Not so fast." She said. He felt a shock of pain in his side as she zapped him with a tazer. He dropped her and fell back on the bed. "Naughty little pet." She said. She redid the straps, and got ontop of him. "You shouldn't try to escape from your mistress." She said. "Who are you?" He asked, still wanting answers. "Me? I am your mistress." She said. "No your not.." It persisted. She leaned in closer. "I found you." She whispered. It was confused. He didn't know what this woman was talking about. The only time he remembered seeing her was in the weird lab. "Who are you?" He asked again. "You really wish to know.." She thought aloud. She got off of him and paced back and forth. She kept muttering and thinking aloud, things like: "How should I tell him?" and "Why doesn't he remember me..?" And so forth. She did so for what seemed like ages, and It fell asleep somewhere in the process.

He awoke to see angela sitting next to him, instead of ontop of him. He sat up and rubbed his eyes, and realized he wasn't strapped to the bed anymore. He looked at her, and almost lunged, but he saw her face. She looked like she had been crying, and by the look in her eyes, he decided to stay instead. "Who are you?" He asked a final time. "My name is Angela.. Angela Nico." She said. Why does that sound familiar..? "I'm you legal gaurdian." She said. She sure doesn't seem like a Legal Gaurdian..

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MeNobody14 (2013-05-03 03:25:00)

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"Then what were you doing with the cows?" He asked, still confused. "I'm a.. Ahem. 'Rogue agent' I guess you could say." She said. "For who? COW or the FBI? CIA? Homeland security?!" He nearly shouted. Nothing was making sense. "The CSA." She said. "Crappy superiors agency?" He coughed and laughed. "No. The Creepypasta Security Agency. There's only a handful of us, but we're effective." She said. Still not helping any. "Hold on a sec.." He coughed for a moment, "Where's my parents? Dead?" He asked, "Are you trying to help them protect me?" He continued. "No, my pet." I'm not a pet! He thought. How old is she, anyway? "I'm trying to protect you from your parents." She said. "Huh?" He was still confused. "Your parents are 'creepypastas', unknown entities that wreak havoc amongst us." She said. "Oh.." My parents, killers? He thought. Things started to make a little sense. "Why did you put me in restraints?" He asked. She scooted closer to him and ran her fingers through his hair. "I didn't know how you'd react to me." She said. "How old are you, anyway?" He asked. She looked embarrassed and blushed. "Twenty, next month.." Whoa.. He thought. He lay back on the bed. Curious as to why she was so affectionate, but thought it best that he layed off the questions for awhile. "Now," She purred, "Get some rest. You'll have a busy day tomorrow." He glanced at the clock, 8:29 pm. He closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep. Angela stayed with him through the night.


In the morning, he awoke to the scent of breakfast. Angela sat at a small table in the room, finishing her breakfast. "Goodmorning, my pet." She said. Why does she call me that? He wondered. "Here's your breakfast." She got up and brought him a tray. "Eat, my little pet." She handed him the tray and watched him eat. She sat close to him. And he got an uncomfortable feeling. "Your so cute.." She said. It kept his eyes on his food and tried to ignore her. "Does my little pet want to go for a walk?" She asked him. "Umm.. Sure." He said. "Come along." She replied. They got up and left the hotel. They walked a few blocks to a mall, and It asked, "Why are we here?". "Because, my pet needs something better than this." She gestured to his hoodie. "I like my hoodie." He said. "But my pets clothes are dirty!" She pouted. "I don't care." He said. "Come along. Lets find you a better one." She lead him through the mall to a clothing store. "Pick out anything you like. Ok?" She said. "Alright." He said.

He wandered through the aisles, not caring about getting a new hoodie. He did see a baseball cap that looked nice, but decided that he liked his better. He wandered around the entire store for an hour, he wasn't sure where Angela was, but he really didn't care. She creeped him out. A lot. He was passing by one of the dressing rolms when a hand reached out and pulled him in. He gasped and saw it was just Angela. "Don't do that!" He said. "Aww.. Your so cute when your flustered." She said. She pulled me close and kissed me. "What are you doing?" He asked, afraid to find out. "Shh.. Pets should not worry themselves with details." She said. He backed away from her, and she pulled me closer. "Lets take that ratty thing off." She slipped off my hoodie. And showed me a new one. "I don't want that one." He said. "But my pet needs to look respectable." She kissed me again, and I was beginning to think she was buttering me up for some reason. "My pet." She said, "Kiss me." He was truly afraid now. his anxiety and gynophobia set him off, He just stood there, frozen. He knew he had to get out of there. "What do you want with me?" He managed to say. "I want you, My pet. I have a deep affection for you." This seemed like a babysitting visit gone wrong. "Let me go!" He protested. "My pet needs to learn obedience." She said. I felt the pain of a shock course through my body, I fell to the floor, writhing in pain and agony. "It hurts me, to hurt you. But you need to learn to obey." I got up, and she shocked Him again. But this time, He felt stronger, not weaker. He got up, and before she could shock me again, He grabbed her arm and twisted. She grunted and tried not to scream. "Let. Me. Go." He said. "But.. My pet.." She cried a bit. "I'll see you back at the hotel." He said. He exited the dressing room and the mall. He ran to no apoarent destination. And wandered for hours, until he was pulled into an alleyway. A hand clamped his mouth shut and a voice wispered in his ear: "Your safe here. Don't be afraid." The hands let go and he turned around to see Rebecka standing there, in the same attire he saw her in yesterday. "What do you want? Why is everyone hunting me?" He said angrily. "I am here to warn you. You are being followed." She said. "By who? Angela?" He asked. "No, by someone else." "Who's Angela, anyway?" He asked. "You already know that she is your Legal gaurdian. But she is not really trying to protect you."

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AmayaTime8D (2013-05-03 07:37:35)

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MOAR MOAR PLEASE!
To be honest, this is one of the best stories I've ever read.

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MeNobody14 (2013-05-03 08:22:39)

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Gee wow golly!
Golly gee wow!
Wow golly gee!

Kewl.

Continuing..

"She's nice, but unless you do what she says, she won't help you." Rebecka's warnings were somewhat frightening. It didn't know how much to believe, but this was a step up from his meaningless wandering through life. "I'm going back to the hotel. See you later." He coughed and pulled his cap down and his hood up. Rebecka didn't say anything as she watched him leave. "Why didn't you stop him?!" A voice whined from behind a dumpster. "Because, Car, He needs time." Rebecka answered. Car came out from behind the dumpster, and M from a fire escape. "He'll be back soon enough. You must be patient." Considering her young age, Rebecka was both wise, and gentle.

"Oh! You worried mommy so much!" Angela pulled him inside and held him close. "Don't ever do that again!" She said. He pushed her away and said: "Your not my mom. So quit trying to control what I do." He wasn't happy with the fact that she was his Gaurdian. She was beautiful, and always had this cheerful expression, but she could never pass as his mother. "But.. Your my pet. And I am your mistress." She protested. He didn't say anything. He simply walked to the balcony and watched all the cars below. Angela followed him, and held him. "Pretty lights.." He said. "Yes. They are." It felt the headaches coming forth. He gripped the railing until his knuckles turned pale, and then he collapsed from the pain. He cried out, praying it would stop. "Shh.. There there. It's gonna be alright." Angela knelt down and picked him up, she laid him on the bed, and tried to ease his pain. "I'm sorry.." She whispered. "I'm so, so sorry I did this to you.." She cried and put her head on his chest. It started to lose concousness. The last thing he saw was Angelas weeping face, kissing his.

He awoke with a gasp. Sweating profusely and breathing heavy. He tried to get up, but his arms were restrained again. He yanked at the cords and expended all of his energy trying to break the cords. Angela rushed over to him and tried to calm him. "No no no.. You must calm down." She said. She caressed him and tried hard to calm him, but wasn't successful. "Let me GO!" He yelled. "No. Calm yourself, it's the serum. It's making you react differently." She got ontop of him and stared him in the eye. "Let me go!" He yelled again. He tried pulling the restraints off again and failed. His arms were secured to the bed. He couldn't even lift him. "Please, calm down!" She said. She stroked his cheek and leaned in closer. "No! Let me go!" It was like this for hours. Refusing to calm himself and lashing out at Angela. She kept calm and waited for him to calm down.

When he finally calmed down, Angela kissed him. "Stay calm. I promise I won't hurt you." She got off of him and grabbed a seringe. "No! Don't you dare!" He worked himself into a frenzy again. Yelling at her and trying to break free. "Calm down. This will help you get your memory back." She said. "How do I know I won't lose what little I have left?" He asked. "Because.." She leaned in and gave him a deep, long kiss. "You'll trust me." She said. He thought about this for a little bit, and decided to let her. "This will only take a second." She said reassuringly. She gave him the shot, and backed away. Awaiting his reaction. He shivered, and then shook, and then trembled uncontrollably. He felt as if he were having a Fever, Steriods, and a bad case of hypothermia, all at the same time. He was about to scream when Angela clamped a hand over his mouth. "No.. You musn't peep." She said. She got ontop of him once more and caressed him carefully. Trying to make him feel comfortable. All It could do was tremble, and wait.

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He rembered small things, like his birthdays. Walks with M, Rides in taxis, various things like that. The most exciting thing, was Remembering his own name. Jerry.

The memories kept flooding back. He remembered The first day he had met Angela, and why she called him "pet". He remembered seeing Rebecka, and her freckles and wavy red hair. He remembered shocking things, like M being his sister, Meredith. And Car, or, Carmen, being his twin. The scariest, and coolest, and most exciting memory, was that of his parents. His parents were tall, pale, and he never quite saw their faces. His dad was bald. His mother had blonde curly hair. His dad wore a suit, His mother wore a blue blouse. Remember.. There was something missing. Remember... He couldn't quite touch it.. Remember.

He awoke from his dreamy memories, to darkness. He glanced at the clock, 2:54 am. Angela was asleep on top of him, muttering things, and occasionally kissing his cheek. He wanted to reach over and caress her sleeping form, but his arms and legs were still restrained. He fell asleep and woke up again at 6:03 am. Angela was still asleep on top of him, and he decided to just wait for her to wake up. He noticed a guy snoring on the sofa, and wondered who he was. After ten minutes of swimming through his sea of memories, Angela woke up. "Good morning, mistress." Jerry said. He smiled as he said it, for the reason she called him "Pet", was not just because she thought of him as one, but because his middle name was "Patrick" and she said it "Petreck". "Your up early." She said, she kissed his cheek and sat up, rubbing her eyes. "Did it work?" She asked him, noticing he wasn't trembling or trying to escape. "Yes. Now could you undo the straps, Angie?" He asked. She smiled and undid them, and he sat up and hugged her. "This is the best day EVER!" He exclaimed. The guy sitting on the couch woke up and saw Angela and Jerry and looked embarrassed. "You may go do as you please, just be back here by lunch time, Bruce." Angela told him. The guy got up quickly and changed from nightclothes to dayclothes. Once he had left, Angela fixed Jerry breakfast. "When can I see my sisters?" He asked her. Angela stopped. She hadn't anticipated him figuring everything out so soon. "Well, I guess we could go visit them after breakfast." She said. "Alright."

Angela and Jerry hopped into a black Camry, where Bruce and a driver were waiting. "Lets go Karl." She said to the driver. Jerry and the two men talked about cars and weapons, while Angela stared out the window and muttered: "Boys.." From time to time.

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MeNobody14 (2013-05-03 22:23:12)

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Angela and Jerry walked into the apartment building. Jerry, afraid of what they're reaction might be. Angela, afraid of what Jerry's reaction might be. "Room B 34" Angela said as they stopped outside the door. Jerry reached his hand up to knock, and paused. "Angela, could you stay here?" He asked her. "Why.. Well.. Of course." She said. "Thank you." He said. He knocked on the door and Angela moved away, to the floors lobby. The door opened, and Meredith stood there. She looked, surprised, to see Jerry. "Come on in!" She said. He walked in, and Carmen was sitting on the couch, and Rebecka was on the balcony. "Hi.." He said. Carmen jumped up and almost hugged him, but stopped. Meredith laughed. "Give him some space, Car." She said. Rebecka turned around and saw Jerry. "What brings you here?" She asked. "Well.. Memories, I guess.." He said. "Angela called us ahead of time. We were expecting you." She said. "So.. How much does he remember?" Carmen asked. "Alot."

He spent hours recapping what happened, and Meredith and Rebecka filled in the gaps. "So.. Your my twin.." He said, pointing to Carmen. "Yeah.." She said. "And your my older sister." He said, pointing to Meredith. "Yep." She said. "Then.. Who are you?" He asked, pointing to Rebecka. "I'm your CSA Guardian." She said. "How old are you, anyway?" He asked. "eighteen." She said. "Oh.." There was silence for awhile, and Jerry simply stared at the floor. "Something wrong?" Rebecka asked. "N-no.. It's just, My life was taken away, an now I have it back.. but.. I'm not sure that I want it." He said. "Why not?" Carmen asked. Jerry simply stayed silent. Studying the floor. "Let him be." Becka said to Carmen. Jerry got up, and walked to the window. He stared out at the city, wondering, if he belonged. "Do I belong out there?" He said aloud. "Or.." He paused. "Do I belong in torment."

The three girls stayed silent. Carmen was confused, Meredith was contemplating what he had just said, And Rebecka sat there. Poker faced. He felt a headache coming, but he didn't care. He moved to the balcony, and gripped the rails. "You do belong." Rebecka finally answered. "You belong here. With us. You don't have to face the world on your own." She said. Jerry fought the headache. He stood, back turned to them, on the balcony. Rebecka saw his knuckles. They were white because of how hard he was gripping the rails. She got up and walked over to help him, but he said "Stop". "This is my fight." He said. She continued and put her hand on his shoulder. "Your not alone." She replied.

A few hours later, he had decided to stay with Angela for awhile. He preffered a hotel room with Her and two other guys, to Three girls in an apartment. Three girls.. Creepy, right? When he got back to the hotel, Angela gave him a present. "Your birthday is tomorrow.." She said. "But I couldn't wait." He opened the box to see what looked like a phone, but not quite. "Is it a phone?" He asked, "Yes and no. It's a communication device that will let you monitor us and us monitor you." She said. "Oh.." He pulled it out and studied it. It had the shape and size of an iPhoneâ„¢, but it didn't have any buttons.

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MeNobody14 (2013-05-04 02:52:11)

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"Touch the screen." She said. Jerry touched it and the screen came to life. It had various games on it, a browser, a phone, a instant messenger, and lots of other cool things. "Wow.." He said. "Just a little gift for my pet." She replied. Even though he knew why she called him pet, he never learned why she loved him so much. He sat down and learned the controls of it. He played with it for awhile, and then Angela said she had a surprise planned. "Come along now. We need to get ready." She said. "Ready for what?" He asked. "Dinner, of course!" She smiled and grabbed a spare pair of clothes. "I'm going to change really quick, and then we can go." She slipped into the bathroom and closed the door.

He walked around the hallway, bored. The hallway was a square, with a big hole in the middle, it had railing, amd you could see both below and above. He was currently on the top floor. On his 3rd rotation, he was pulled into a room. "What the.." A fist connected with his face. He grunted and fell backward, into the room. "Whats going on?" He looked up at his assailant. It was a man, and he simply looked like a mugger. Jerry got up, and was kicked in the gut. He clutched his stomach, and watched as the man pulled out a gun. Time felt as if it had slowed, Jerry moved to the right as fast as he could, the man pulled the trigger, the deafening blast killed his eardrums. The bullet connected with his shoulder. He stumbled, and the man smashed his foot into Jerry's face. Jerry crashed through the window, and fell.

He fell, his head pounding. his shoulder bleeding. His mouth drooling blood. He was barely concious, but he felt someone catch him. He saw a face, but his vision was so blurry, he couldn't make out who it was. "Hold on Jerry, please.." It was then, that he lost concousness.

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MeNobody14 (2013-05-04 10:01:56)

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He awoke in a bleach white room. His bed was white as well. "Where am I?" He wondered aloud. There was no one else in the room. Just medical equipment. He was in pain. He examined himself, he had a cast on his arm, various bandages all over his body, and a big bandage on his head. He was confused. He couldn't remember what happened. All he remembered was the crash, and the falling.

Falling..

The door opened and a nurse walked in. She was in a bleach white uniform and was holding a clipboard. "Your awake." She said cheerfully. Her black hair was curly, and only went to her shoulders. "Where am I?" Jerry asked the nurse. "In the Jefferson national hospital." She said matter-of-factly. "Where's Angie?" He asked. "Who?" The nurse asked. "My legal guardian.." He responded. "She's in the waiting room. Do you want to see her?" The nurse asked. He refrained from saying "Duh.", and simply said "Yes." The nurse used an intercom and called Angela to the room. "She'll be here in a moment. Now, how do you feel?" The nurse asked. "Hurt." He answered. "Are you allergic to any kinds of medication?" She asked. "I don't know.." He responded. Angela walked in and closed the door. The nurse handed her a slip of paper and asked her to sign it. Angela skimmed over it and signed. "Thank you." The nurse said and left. "Is my little pet ok?" Angela asked. "No." He said. "Aww.." She kissed him and sat down next to him. They talked for a few hours until the nurse brought in a tray of food. "Here you go." She gave him the tray and left. One bite was all he needed. The food was an atrocity of cooking. "Get me out of here." He said. Angela laughed, and they resumed their talk.

After a few days, the doctors finally let him go. His arm was still in a cast, and some of the bandages weren't supposed to be removed, but he was glad to leave. "Can we go to see Meredith and Carmen?" He asked. "Sure!" Angela said and hugged him.

They arrived at the apartment building a few minutes before noon. They went up the elevator, and into the apartment. The three girls and Angela planned a surprise party for him while he was gone. It was supposed to happen yesterday, (his birthday) but he was in the hospital. "Surprise!" They said when he opened the door. He hated being the center of attention. Good or bad, he didn't like everton staring at him. He was happy, though. That they thought of this. After their little party was over, Jerry asked who saved him. Everyone looked at Rebecka. "How?" He asked. She stood up, and pulled off her hoodie. Underneath, was a metallic vest. "This," She said, "Was given to me by a friend of mine." She explained it was an anti-gravity device. "Technically, I'm not flying." She said.

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kblackeagle (2013-05-04 10:17:19)

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Lucky me...another cliffhanger.

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