Chapter 4: The Interrogation

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Chris couldn't sleep that night. Too many thoughts were running through his head, thoughts of one person; that girl across the hall, the girl from his dreams. He thought of how cheesy that sounded: the girl from his dreams. But these dreams weren't happy or romantic. They were dark, frightening and most of all, realistic. Until last night, he believed the girl to be dead. But when he saw her, he thought he might be dead or maybe even dreaming again.

What really made him believe that he was dreaming was the fact that she was refusing to tell him who she was. He wanted to know so badly—just her name. So maybe the nightmare would stop or at least subside. He knew that she was going to bother him again. 'Well, if she's going to bombard me with questions I'll just do the same.' Chris thought to himself.

Chris lay in bed all day. He got up around 3pm and took a shower. Once he was done with the shower, he wrapped a towel around his waist and took a look at his reflection in the mirror. He still had lots of defined muscles. He had slight stubble on his chin from not shaving for a few days and he wasn't going to bother shaving today. He didn't care and he wasn't trying to impress anyone.

He thought about packing the few things he had and sneaking away to another town or country, but he knew she would find him again. But something inside of him told him to stay, to give the girl a chance. "I don't know anymore," Chris told himself.

Sheva had gotten up around 8am and decided to go for a run. Once she had jogged for about half an hour she went back to the motel. As she was approaching her own door, she looked to Chris's. She thought for a while standing in the hall. She felt clueless. What was she going to do?

She took a shower and put on some jeans and a light long sleeve shirt that hugged her torso. She decided it was time she gave Piers a call. She called him around 9 o'clock.

"What did he say?" Piers asked.

"Nothing really, he didn't want to answer any of my questions. He looked odd, though, not himself." Sheva said in a concerned voice.

"What do you mean?"

"Piers…he doesn't remember me." Her voice was solid but she felt ill.

"He doesn't remember you?" he repeated her. "Does he not remember anything or just you?"

Sheva didn't want to think about that, and she didn't really want to know whether it was just herself that he forgot. "I don't know. He's changed, Piers. I'm going to try to talk to him again tonight."

'Try being the keyword,' Sheva thought.

Piers swore he could hear her voice shake a little, "OK. Good luck and Sheva?"

"Yeah?"

"Don't worry about it too much. I trust you can do this." Sheva let out small sigh. She felt physically and emotionally tired all of a sudden. Piers and Sheva said their temporary goodbyes and hung up. She wasn't looking forward to talking to Chris again. Well, that is if he'll let her talk to him. She decided she wanted to take a nap before tonight.

It was a little past eight when Sheva arrived at the bar. It was extremely busy. "For a small village, there sure are lots of drunks," she whispered to herself. She looked around for a bit searching for Chris. She could feel a few pair of eyes staring at her.

Chris spotted her immediately. Instead of his usual shots, he drank a gin and tonic. He took a gulp of the drink when she spotted him. She casually walked towards him. Chris noticed all the men staring at her, ogling over the young, fresh meat. He felt anger towards the creeping men. He was surprised he felt this way and quickly shook it off.

"How is the Captain feeling tonight?" she asked while taking a seat next to him. Chris was caught off guard by being addressed by such a title.

"Don't call me that," he said in low voice.

"But's that your rank. What else should I call you?"

"You seem to know me so well, call me whatever you're used to." Chris took another drink, "What should I call you?"

Sheva took a moment to respond. She still didn't want to tell him her name. It was silly but she thought him not knowing her name at the moment might give her the upper hand. "Why don't you guess?" she said in a teasing tone.

"I don't like games. Who are you?"

"That's too bad, because I'm not going to tell you." Sheva jumped when Chris slammed his fist on the bar counter. The bartender cursed at him in Russian and then went back to what he was doing before. The aggressive gesture only caught a few of the people's attention close to Chris and Sheva. It was too loud in the bar for more people to notice.

"Just tell me who the fuck you are." Sheva could hear the edge in his voice when he spoke.

"I'm not going to tell you who I am," she repeated. Before Chris could slam his fist again, Sheva put her hands up. "But I know a lot about you. I could help you regain your memory, because I know you forgot a lot. And soon when you remember your past, you'll remember who I am. Just listen to what I have to say."

Chris scoffed at her and took a sip of his drink. 'Another game,' he thought. "No," was all he said.

"You were always stubborn." Sheva wasn't going to give up so easily. She would keep trying with him whether it was days, weeks or even months till he listened to her.

"You know me so well. How nice," Chris said in a sarcastic way. "I don't want to hear what you have to say, because it won't help any way. And if you don't want to tell me who you are, then fine. I think I'll live."

Sheva was stung by the harsh insult. She let out an irritated sigh. He was becoming a pain in the ass. "And here I thought you were going to kill over from not knowing my name." Sheva returned the sarcasm. "Fine, become an old drunk for all I care. I'm purely here for a mission."

Sheva was lying. True, this was a mission, but she accepted the mission because she wanted to find her old friend. The only reason she said those things were because she was hurt by his words and she wanted to return the favor. Also, being harsh with him might make him want to accept her offer. It was a slim chance, Sheva knew, but it was worth a shot.

"So leave then," he said in condescending tone.

Sheva wanted to punch Chris so bad right now. He was hurting her and even though she did her best to hide it, she knew he was aware of the effects his words had on her.

"If you don't want to talk with me, fine. Once I leave more people will come. And they will be less sympathetic and more intrusive than me. So get off your high horse and accept the fact that you have a past," she spat at him. "You have family and friends waiting for you to come home, did you know that? No, I don't think you do. And I sure as hell don't look forward to telling them what a snarky, wasted asshole you've become."

Chris could feel the anger within him rising again. He didn't like the way she was talking to him and more so, he didn't like what she was saying. "Was that supposed to scare me or hurt me?" he sardonically asked.

Sheva looked him in the eyes. Chris could feel a shiver in his spine when she looked at him like that. It was stern yet disapproving. "It's supposed to wake you up." She stood and gave him once last glare and walked away.

Chris watched as she walked away and he again noticed the invading stares the men were giving her. One particular man was talking to a friend next to him while pointing at the girl. The man stood up and started following her. The anger was increasing inside of Chris. However, this time he wasn't going to push it aside. He wanted to be angry. He wanted to fight.

Author's note: Somebody's got anger issues, if you know what I mean

I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. I love writing this stuff! In the next chapter we will see what Chris does with this sudden anger and what the consequences will be.

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