The Man I Used To Know

by TheStrangeFreakyMentalWriter

Base on a plot by jameis, BetaReader Owlhero, An AU/OOC and hint-hint of ZXC. Zack and Cody haven't see other in six years and thanks to the cards of fate, meet once more. Yet, with an past that broken them apart, can Cody bring back the brother he lost, who recalls nothing of his memoires of that night or Cody? Read and Review

1. Cody

Chapter 1: Cody's Side

It has been six years, since that day. Through the burl of my life. I think they have finally come together. With the help of Dr. Jen, a monster hunter, who found me two days after my departure from the world I used to know. I know that was something hard to grasp, but he has put aside his gloomy life style to take me in.

And with his help, I can find Zack. I need to know what happened to him.

"Cody . . . we're almost there."

"Okay." Awaking me from my daydreaming, the trees thinning out, and buildings becoming clearer to see.

Deep in my mind, I know I'll find Zack. To know what happened to mom and dad. He's my key to my forgotten memories.

"Zack . . . " The car rapidly tipped over, his name was soon covered with a scream.

"Bastard . . . " Dr. Jen sneered as he was checking me.

"I'm fine . . . " This broken body of mine can handle things like this. A broke heart is another.

Demon yellow eyes are seen through the deep, dark woods from the shatter windows of the car. Dr. Jen wastes no time to attack it. A sliver back wolf is rare in these parts. Being so close to a city no less. Someone knows we would be coming.

Who?

Hard to say.

A sudden shout reaches my ears. On reflex, I grabbed the gun that Dr. Jen gave me a month when I lived with him. Saying to only use it if he wasn't around to be there for me. This was one of the many times this gun's echoes vibrated my ears.

I no longer flinch at the sound.

"Dr. Jen . . . " I call, dragging my numb body out of the upside down car, my blood trickles down flesh from the glass and metal that is found within me. "Doctor . . . "

I feel his worn-out hands take hold of me, like a father to a son. Easing me to my feet. My eyes land on the ex-werewolf of a man, around to be twenty-five years old, old scars long ago healed and making him a living puzzle set.

A howl could be heard in the thick forest we found ourselves in.

"Let's go."

Said nothing and followed. My body might have read, that I was calm and not scared of the things around me. On the inside, I needed my blanket and my brother. But with both far out of my reach, my gun and the doctor were all I had in this mad world, I called Boston.