A/N: LAS challenge 2 response to "character gets amnesia".
Disclaimer: Just playing in the DLM sandbox.
Wrong
At first we didn't think much of it. Mason fucked up again, and got shot—point blank—in the face. Of course, he was doing it while trying to pull one of his small cons. As always. The bullet was pushed out by the unchanging, supernatural flesh of his brain and his skull, and it clinked onto the asphalt and rolled away into the gutter.
"Fuck! Bloody fucking hell—what—who—" His splutters became more coherent once his speech centers had grown back.
"Your target was a little testier than you anticipated." My voice was dry as I pushed my hair aside and watch him crawl out of the street onto the nearest sidewalk.
And he stared at me for a while, like he had to take a minute to place a name to my face.
"Georgie." His hushed voice sounded so tired.
"Yeah?"
"I want to go home."
I stared at him. His clothes were rumpled, and he looked less like a homeless person than usual. Daisy had something to do with that. I helped him home.
000
The actress pulled me aside, looking authentically harried and dramatic. "Georgia, something is wrong with Mason."
I nodded emphatically, "Yes, many things are wrong with our Mason. It's part of his charm."
"Stop it." She looked out the kitchen door at the man staring straight ahead on the living room couch. "He's not acting—normal." She hissed the last part and I noticed she hadn't finished putting on her makeup.
I took a glimpse at my thin, British friend and his blank expression. "Daisy, he's probably on a bad trip."
She stood behind me and looked at him. "You're probably right."
000
"Hey, fuckup, what did I just say?" Rube pressed his lips together.
"Ehm—don't, d-d-don't—fuck I can't remember, Rube."
"Jesus, Mason, go home. I got this." Roxy yanked the post-it from the surface of the breakfast table and let herself out of the booth. She gave him a disgusted look. "What is wrong with you?"
000
Rube leaned forward and looked at me. "Is he drinking again?"
"He's always drinking." My sip of coffee made me a little nauseous.
"Don't fuck with me, Peanut, you know what I mean."
"Don't call me that, and no. He's not drinking more than usual or smuggling crack up his ass." I felt myself shaking.
He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "I'll talk to him."
"Rube—" He looked at me and I paused for a long time but couldn't finish the sentence.
000
"Hannah?" Mason asked me. "That's your name, right?"
"No, Mason. It's Georgia."
"My name is Mason." He says it like a question and I can't speak so I just nod. "Mason, Mason. Doesn't sound familiar. And you know me?"
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