Memory

Ratchet's eyes slowly opened, he found himself locked in about twelve chains. Hooking him on his hands, legs, fingers, everything.

"Who are you? Who am I?"

"You of all people should know who we are. You tricked me…you mad me think that I would live…" the gray lombax said.

"I don't know what you're talking about…just let me out of here!"

"You don't remember… ratchet?" He spat.

"Well I do." The gray fiend's eye's started to glow yellow. Ratchet started kicking and moving around in fear.

"What's going on?" He yelled. Slowly the captor bent down to ratchet's neck and bit it. Ratchet screamed loudly in terrible pain. Ratchet suddenly woke up…in a bed somewhere. Something weird was going on. Ratchet couldn't remember anything, not even himself.

"What a crazy dream…" he whispered to himself putting his hands over his head and inhaling. Ratchet looked over to the side of him and saw a digital clock displaying the time 6:54 AM. He tried to move a little, but he realized he was in the arms of another. He unlatched the dark furry figures that had a hold upon his waist and inched out of the bed. It was dark but his eyes were starting to adjust.

"I don't know what's going on, but I have to get out of here." He thought to himself looking for cloths to put on. He made his way to a drawer and put on some casual clothing, a red shirt and some baggy pants, and then he walked out the room. He looked around him…wherever he was struck him as amazing. There were logos of a bird in a lot of the areas.

"A phoenix…? Hey, I remembered something! Don't get excited…I can't remember who I am who everyone else is and where I am." Ratchet seemed to remember things that he had learned and normal everyday things…but for some reason he couldn't remember himself and those around him. Ratchet felt somebody tap his shoulder.

"Ah!" he yelled. He turned quickly to see a female Cazar dressed in some sort of military outfit.

"Ratchet calm down it's only me." Ratchet was still panting.

"And who exactly are you?" she smirked for a moment but then realized that ratchet was asking a serious question.

"Ratchet? It's me Sasha…how could you forget me."

"I don't think I've ever even met you…or I don't recall." Sasha started to glare at Ratchet.

"This isn't funny!" she said.

"Does it look like I'm joking to you? Something's wrong with me!" Ratchet roared. There was silence for a few moments. Suddenly Sasha started calling some troopers and Al. Ratchet looked at her confused. What was she doing? Within minutes some robots came in.

"Take him to the infirmary." She ordered.

"Come with us sarge." One of the robots said.

"No!" Ratchet protested, taking a single step back.

"Ratchet please…if you cooperate you will make it easier for all of us."

"I don't even know you!" Ratchet started to back up even more.

"Ratchet, please don't make me use force."

"I'm not going!" one of the robots looked at Sasha, reluctantly she nodded. The robot took his arm and whacked it across ratchet's head, knocking him unconscious.

That night Sasha had off. She thought it would be a night for her to Rome around the city of metropolis and have fun but now all she could think about was Ratchet and wonder what was wrong with him. She found herself in a star bucks ignoring her vanilla bean (love that, just love it, just…it's just so, so good, it's just amazingly good.) Suddenly she a speck of gray caught her eye. By the time she looked up a lombax was sitting across from her.

"Something bothering you?" he asked.

"That's none of your-"

"Business?" Sasha groaned and got up. She started to leave the store.

"Trust me…I am your business." She stopped.

"I know more about you then you can ever imagine." He walked up to her.

"Do you ever look in the mirror and wonder what this is?" he pulled down Sasha's neck sleeve revealing to bite holes in her skin.

"Or do you never see it because your mirror shows no reflection of you." Sasha's eyes widened. How did he know this about her?