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Chapter 2: The Anger of the Forgotten
One week after the abduction:
"JUST STOP LYING TO ME!"
"I swear just like I have been swearing for the last week, I don't have a clue who you are. You don't have to do this. I know you know me, just let me go and you can help me to re-"
She was faster than he could even see, or maybe he was too tired, but he could only grunt as he felt her slam her fist into his chest plate. Her fist caused the plating to crumple in on his left ribs, and he felt the piercing sensation as one of her claws stabbed him between the ribs. His mouth filled with blood as he bit down to keep from crying out.
"Stop lying, that's all I asked. Why couldn't you just be honest? I would have accepted you claiming to move on. But you just keep lying…." He rolled his head trying to fight the pain, finally groaning, spitting out the blood that was filling his muzzle and responded weakly "I don't know you…..I'm sorry, I just don't.."
He heard her swear as she wrenched her hand free; and then again as she saw that her right hand was missing the spike on her pinky knuckle. Then she heard his response. He saw her rear back, and he felt her three remaining spikes tear through his fur and skin above his eyebrow. They should have stopped at the forehead; but instead her claws slid. Going down his face and stopping right above the jaw bone.
He screamed as she tried to check the wound, finding his eye was fine but swelling fast. She was apologizing and swearing as she tried to dab at the wound. He heard her calling for a med droid, but he was slipping into unconsciousness, he would have the last say this time though. "Who would want to remember someone like this…"
He passed out right before she hit him again.
…
Ow
Yeah about that. We need to talk.
Actually, talking would probably suck right now.
Then it's good that you don't need to move your mouth for us to talk!
Fine.
We need to talk about your survival instincts…
What about them?
They need to come back.
Huh?
Let's see… First you jumped off of a shuttle getting ready to leave, tackling a large-lizard-thing….and falling the rest of the way to the ground. Hitting it hard enough to rip your helmet off.
I thought they ripped it off?
Oh no. That was the wonderful Tarisian soil for you.
Well at least I had a helmet on?
YOU JUMPED OFF A SHUTTLE INTO A GROUP OF PISSED OF LIZARD PEOPLE WITH SWORDS!
Ok you got me there…..
Yeah, I do. Next you piss of our captor with the spike fists?!
….um the last time I lied she hit me anyway?
Oh no I'm not talking about that, but hey at least we still have a left eye. I'm referring to the last comment that has the med droid patching our unprotected stomach up.
…..I was done….
Done living?
NO, I AM DONE BEING BEATEN FOR SOMETHING I CAN'T REMEMBER!
I agree, but if you don't get your mouth under control we can die. Do you understand that? There is no one coming. Even if there is they can't find you for quite a while. Play it safe. Or you're going to get us killed.
Two weeks after the abduction…..
"Please stay calm young master. I know this hurts but I must make sure these don't get infected."
"GO TO HELL!"
Really? We talked about this.
You can go to hell too!
We are in-
"Young master, from your perspective we are both there now."
"…"
I like this droid.
….
"That's what I thought. As stubborn as ever I see."
What?!
I like this droid.
Taking a closer look at the droid as it bustled around checking his wounds, he looked for anything he could remember. But he drew the same blank that he got every time…she came… So why did this droid speak with the same certainty that she did?
He knows you.
But I don't know him.
You know what this means.
Not going there now….
…..Number Two…..
"Ah, thank you for calming down young master. Your scars are coming in nicely. While I am deeply saddened at their existence, at least her claws are kept clean." Then suddenly he walked over and retrieved the captive's discarded chest plate. "By the way, this plating saved you a great deal more recovery time. If you would like I can have it repaired?"
"why?"
"Why what, young master?"
"Why do you both act like you know me? And what's with the 'young master' bit?"
With a chuckle the droid seemed to almost be smiling if he could. "I forget that you can no longer remember me. It's odd since I helped her lock those memories away."
What…..
"Can you-"
"No, I cannot reverse what was done. "
"Why did whoever's behind this want my memories gone?"
"It no longer matters. What's done is done Patronus, we must all simply move along."
What?
We are kinda sounding like a broken holo right now.
Patronus?
Then he saw the droid preparing the sedative but before he could administer it 'Patronus' cried out. "Wait! One last question!"
"Fine. Nothing about your past though. With what we had to do to suppress the memories, me trying to trigger them could cause you a great deal of pain. You will remember though, pay attention to the dreams."
We are so fragged.
"What is your name?"
"My name?"
"Yes, I know I have been difficult. You have been far kinder than I have earned."
"Young master I delivered you. You have been given the kindness both of you needed but were refused."
"Refused what does that- never mind…..what is…..your name?"
"*sigh* I am Care unit, Care 1G44N. Now good night, and don't forget the dreams."
"Good night…Carrigan….."
Dreams; amazing, fickle, little things. Give the brain the right combination of food, chemicals, pain, pleasure, and noise, you get a rather interesting evening.
Sedatives however usually do too much for real dreams to set in. Unless the one administering them skimps on the dosage…..
Well this is new…
Remind me to never take sedatives one my own accord.
You might not even have these if you could play along.
Wait what's that?
I…don't know…
He heard screaming in his head.
Not screaming. Her screaming.
No time to get changed. Go!
The boy ran as fast as his little legs could carry him.
Have to save her.
Have to save her.
Have to save her.
Then she screamed again.
He wasn't ready.
How could he be?
How could any six-year-old be ready to find their best friend clinging to life as three of the bigger boys laughed at the beating they gave her?
And what six-year-old could be blamed for the rage at hearing their plans to kill her?
What child wouldn't stand up for her?
He never meant to….
It was an accident….right?
Who could blame a child for defending himself?
He saw what they did to her.
When they turned on him it was him or them…Right?
The fact that the leader died was an accident. The other two lived. That must equal something right?
Who could blame him for feeling some pride?
He had taken on three much larger boys and won, saving the girl.
Surely it couldn't be that wrong….
It couldn't be that wrong…..
Nothing was wrong…
If he enjoyed it.
