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Apparently I didn't give the reaction he was looking for, because moments later, he pulled away. He pushed me away, to his side.

For a split second, I felt rejected. Then I remembered I shouldn't have expected something such as a kiss, seeing as he doesn't entirely know who I am.

The only thing he managed to do was barely graze my lips with his own.

Still, my cheeks were incredibly flustered even as he stared at me while I sat beside him.

"Sorry." He uttered the word, and turned his head from me.

I turned away from him and grimaced. "Do not be. It is alright."

"Why do you always do that?"

"What?" I barely finished the word before he responded, with a bit of anger.

"Always forgive me!"

"I…" I didn't know what to say. I never blamed him because I couldn't bring myself to. He lost his memory; therefore all things done in the past few days, now, and in the future won't be his fault. I cannot blame him. Not even a little. "I cannot bring myself to." I admitted in a tone just above a whisper.

"That's not good enough."

I looked over at Alex to see him grimace. He stood, and with a shake of his head, disappeared quickly out of a hole on the far wall before I could even comprehend what he was doing.

"Alex!" I stood so quickly, my vision faded, but even with the temporary loss of sight, I continued to pursue him blind for several seconds. I made it to the wall he jumped through and struggled to climb it. My weak limbs could hardly lift me, and I had little to nothing to work my feet against to help lift me. "Alex, you promised!" I shouted out just before I slipped against the wall, gaining a painful cut against my arm from a small rock that stuck out from the wall. I cursed and examined my arm.

The cut wasn't deep, but it was long and enough to draw blood. Vaguely similar to the cut gained from a cat who hasn't been declawed; only a little more violent looking.

I cursed again as the cut started throbbing. The pain was hardly worthy of my attention, considering what just happened.

Alex left; without a care. How was I supposed to respond to this? I mean… I just got him back, and he left on his own account…

But a part of me didn't care. I knew he was alive, and if he wanted to leave, so be it. Maybe one day I would run into him. Maybe one day I won't care for him. One day…

Of course, those were petty lies I told myself in an attempt to make myself feel that way. It may or may not work one day. Only time would tell. And until that day, I would ignore my feelings for Alex. That is, assuming this isn't an episode where he'll come back in an hour or so and apologize.

But I was wrong; so completely wrong.

Almost two weeks have passed since Alex disappeared. I never attempted to find him, knowing full well that I'd get lost or hurt somehow, what with me being me. My arm is healing nicely, luckily it wasn't infected. It's really only sore when I make direct contact on something in specific areas of the cut.

However, it does appear that it will scar, though faintly. But, hey, what's one more scar to add to my collection? A bitter smile crossed my lips as I looked at my now-bared legs.

I currently sat in my room on my bed in between changing clothes. I only just woke, and Alex is usually the first thing on my mind since he vanished. That or some nightmare I had, which only happened twice in the time he left.

I sighed heavily as I looked at my legs. The scars reached from near my inner thigh all the way to just below my knee. They all varied in size, length, and intensity. Some looked vicious, while others looked like mindless cuts gained while adventuring a thick forest in shorts.

"Ah, but of course, there are not wooded areas around here, are there?" I laughed lightly at this, but the smile that appeared disappeared almost immediately. "Ah, but I should get ready. I have another day to face." I did what I could to keep myself from thinking too much on anything in particular, worried I may get a wild hair and do something foolish, such as look for Alex.

"I would never find him. He would always be one step ahead of me. Or maybe ten..." I laughed lightly at my own little joke, then shook my head. It would be better to just move on with my life. It was likely better for him, too.

I grabbed the nearest set of pants, which were dark grey and slid them on with a simple white tank-top and a black, long-sleeved over shirt to help keep me warm in the cold days. It was officially winter as of yesterday, and the weather was getting unbearable; already.

I yawned as I stood, feeling the effects of lack of sleep over the past week. I stepped out of my room nearly stumbling over my own feet. "Jeez, I need to work on my balance."

I grimaced as the cold seeped through my only two pairs of socks and to the bottom of my feet. The cold is a violent, vile thing. It is nothing but a burden and provides no comfort.

And through it all, I prefer winter over summer. The main problem with winter is getting nourishment and making it last. Water is harder to find, and it's harder to make food last without freezing.

But, I'll worry about that when the time comes.

I walked around my small house before deciding the only thing I had to do today was make sure nothing had infected my arm during its healing process, then I would just lay around and be lazy during this cold weather.

With a look, I nodded. I was no expert, but I was pretty sure the light pink, fading scratch was healthy. Again, I'm not expert, though. I could have a hideous infection and never know!

As a random thought, I pictured myself saying that and throwing my arms up dramatically.

My thoughts hadn't strayed far from this general idea for the past week. I believe it's my mind's way of helping me cope with the absence of other people. If I just keep talking to myself and making myself laugh every so often, I'll be just fine!

"Well, I do not want to forget how to talk, after all!" I giggled lightly at this, bringing a hand to my lips. "Dear god, did I just giggle? What has become of me since I lost contact with humanity?" I groaned and allowed myself to fall onto my couch. I grabbed the blanket from under me and threw it over me for warmth.

"Maybe some sleep will help… I haven't felt well in a while…" While I did notice I slipped with a contraction, my exhausted self didn't care. I was much too tired to care about such petty things. Though my eyes closed quickly, it took me a while to finally fall asleep. I couldn't guarantee how long, but definitely a while.

But when I did, it was a comforting abyss of darkness. It held me in its warm grasp and cradled me into the deepest sleep I'd had in a long time.

Alex's POV

It was strange, how Seiyra acted without anyone around. I would say it was unlike anything I had ever seen before, but in my current state, I hadn't seen much.

Still, she acted lost, as though she were doing anything and everything to keep her mind off of… well, everything. She never dwelled on one thing for too long, though I only noticed this when she spoke aloud to herself.

Now, for the past… thirteen days, if I'm correct, I had been watching her. Since the day I left, I never strayed far.

When I left her house, it was to put distance between us. I almost kissed her, and I don't know what could have followed after. I don't know what my previous affiliations for Seiyra were, and if they were strong, I sure didn't want to take advantage of her while not remembering her. I wanted to be the Alex she knew, if I were to ever do such a thing with her.

But, then, that was another thought. When her Alex came back, what would become of me, this… current Alex? Would I disappear, or would I conjoin with the lost Alex?

I wouldn't admit this to Seiyra, but I was scared to gain back my memories, and not because of my past. I was becoming a different person. I was becoming a person. Alex was given the chance to recreate himself, and in the process, gave theoretical birth to someone else. And that someone was me. Me: who didn't want to let go and give Alex back, if it meant I would disappear, who wanted to make Seiyra happy, but to what cost?

How far was I willing to go to see her smile the way she did? I had hoped that's what my absence would do for her. Maybe that in seeing that smile, my memories would come back. When that didn't work, my mind searched for alternatives, and I stumbled across these thoughts, which proceeded only to place fear into my being.

I didn't want to lose myself, no matter what I could gain.

It was a greedy desire, this I was well aware of, but what was I supposed to do? Be willing to throw everything away to lose myself and give back everything I gained?

Or did this just seem to be some foolish thought? I was, and am Alex Mercer, no matter what memories I have or don't have. So why should I be afraid to lose a part, to gain the original? It is what Seiyra would want, but is it what I would want?

My mind continued to ramble, even as I stared at Seiyra's barely-moving frame as she slept on her couch. She hadn't done much in the past few days other than examine the wound on her arm, though I don't know how she got it, or sleep. When she didn't do either of these, she talked to herself, keeping up a whole conversation on nearly any topic.

And to top that off, only three times did she leave her house to go get food. She seemed to be a good conserver of food, seeing as those small servings lasted her well since I'd been gone.

Still, night by night, I would enter her house and watch her. I watched her to make sure she was alright; to be sure nothing had happened during my absence in the daytime.

Nothing did ever happen. The only strange thing would be her strange way of coping.

Through it all, since I left her, I could only seem to dwell on several ideas.

One was my annoyance that she always forgave me no matter what I did. It seemed that no matter how badly I hurt her, she would never blame me. I caused her many instances of near-death and she still forgives me. In a way, it angered me. It infuriated me in strange ways. But I also felt a bit of relief. Knowing that no matter what accidents I may do to harm or upset her, she'll forgive me is rather calming.

Another annoyance is that she refuses to tell me certain things. She refuses to tell me directly what happened to her while in captivity. In many ways, I understand why she won't. After all, if I was in her position, I don't think I could share such things either.

Still, regardless of many things, I should return soon. She was clearly falling apart without some sort of social contact. And not once had my supposed sister, Dana, decided to come around. I was starting to question if she actually existed or if this was some addition to Seiyra's strange coping.

I suppose she would come around one day, if she truly does exist. I would just have to be patient.

For the time being, I intend to read another entry in Seiyra's diary. From previous observations, she will sleep for hours at a time during these episodes. I would have plenty of time to read an entry or two.

Quietly lowering myself into the main room of her home, I silently moved into Seiyra's room. I peeked around the doorway, ensuring she was still asleep. When satisfied, I reached under her mattress, grabbing at the journal. Wasting no time, I turned to entry four and began reading.

With an examination, I realized things were getting easier on me. It was strange, but the frequency of beatings and tests were dwindling down to about twice a week, when they used to be damn near daily.

I wasn't sure what was prolonging their… examinations, but I was thankful for it. Still, I didn't have much strength, seeing as I was only fed twice a day, and at that, I was given only bread and water. Occasionally, if I did something 'right', I would be given soup. I never knew what it is that I did right, seeing as I never obeyed their demands.

No matter how things got, though, I never allowed my hopes to drop too low. I knew Alex was trying to find me. I've only been in here for three weeks now. I should figure it will take him some time to find me. What with these guys keeping my identity and existence here a strict confidential. Only a select few Blackwatch members knew I was actually here. I was content with that to a degree, but in another sense, frusterated. While that kept much attention off of me, besides a select few… members, that also made it harder for Alex to gather information on my location.

A click pulled me from my trance and drew my attention to the door. Through the door walked a man I had not seen before. He was young, obviously. His hair was a light gold and his eyes a magnificent electric blue. He wore a white suit that was strangely suiting. His posture seemed to hold no harmful intent, so I didn't move from my position against a wall.

For a while now, I had been able to move, and I often took advantage of it by leaning back against a wall someplace. Before, the only thing I could do was lay on my sides, seeing as my stomach and back were often the target of assault. Because I hadn't been beaten in several days, I'd found that, regardless of the fading bruises covering several aspects of my figure, it was far more comfortable to be able to lean against a wall.

"It is time to eat, Miss Valasil." The man walked over to me, holding out a platter with bread and a cup of water. For a moment, I stared at it, a little disappointed that there was no soup. "Come on. You need to stay nourished, Miss Valasil."

"I know." I grabbed at the platter and set it down in front of me. I glanced at the bread, rather disgusted. Not in the sense that it wasn't appealing, but that it wouldn't hold much flavor. I've grown tired of plain bread and water.

Still, I grabbed at the bread and tore a piece off, and stuck it in my mouth. I needed to eat, and refusing the only thing they would give me would not help my situation.

As I ate, the man stood only a few feet from me, facing my general direction. Casting a glance as I stuck another portion of the bread in my mouth, I confirmed he was watching me.

"Aren't you going to thank me, Miss Valasil?" His voice held a hint of a playful undertone. My body went rigid, but I quickly hid it by grabbing at my glass of water.

"No." I blinked slowly, acting as though I didn't care. I brought the water up to my lips and drank slowly, each gulp causing my broken and fractured ribs to ache.

"Really now?" His voice changed directly from harmless to venomous.

"I refuse to thank a single one of you. I've no reason to." I spoke without taking even a single glance at the man. I have no reason to thank the men who continued to keep me here, who continued to abuse and violate me. No way in hell would they get a thanks out of me. Not as long as I continued to know I would eventually be rescued by Alex.

I continued to eat, ignoring his presence. He didn't seem to agree with this, as the man stepped forward and unexpectedly lashed out, knocking the tray, and my water, away and onto the floor. Having been holding onto my bread, I managed to save that much.

Throwing my head up, I glared viciously at the man. His expression held nothing but fury, yet I wasn't scared of him in the slightest.

"Well? Do it. Hit me. You won't be the first. Nor will you be the last, I'm certain." Placing what was left of my bread beside me, in what appeared to be the cleanest section near me, I stood. I stared defiantly at him, daring him to hit me.

"You're lucky, Miss Valasil. I was given direct orders not to harm you." With a deep breath, the man lifted his hand, and lightly grazed my cheek with his fingers. I shivered at his touch in disgust. "But remember; the superiors will not always protect you. They do so love to do their experiments. It is only a matter of time, Miss Valasil."

With obvious restraint, the man removed his hand from my cheek and turned to leave. With an audible slam, he left the room, leaving me alone in silence. The moment I was certain he was completely gone, I sighed audibly and leaned back against the wall behind me.

"I'm getting tired of this." I sighed heavily and leaned over, staring at the floor below my feet. "Hurry up, Alex. I can only take so much more."

I ate the rest of the bread in silence, and, in a way, mourned over the loss of my water. I was incredibly thirsty, and had no way to quench it besides licking up what remained on the floor like a starved mutt. I would never allow myself to sink so low. Not in the presence of those seeking to destroy my entirety.

I was very tempted to do such a thing, but with the realization that a fair portion of liquid remained in the glass due to its unique shape and design, by some miracle, I drank it. While not the most satisfying glass of water I've ever had, it sufficed. It was a wonder the glass didn't break.

Still, knowing that I would not have my ever-burning thirst quenched intil morning was a hard fact. So I decided quickly that I would sleep until that time came. It would, or should, be the easiest fix to this problem.

And I did just that. I fell asleep fairly quickly, into a dreamless oblivion. Needless to say, it was the best sleep I'd had in a while. With only a few aches, most minor, and a decently fed stomach, I found sleep easy to welcome. I slept for hours, but my waking was a rude one.

Because I didn't hear any sounds coming from Seiyra, I continued reading, not allowing myself to dwell on any particular thing quite yet. Not until I read this next entry.

A dreamless night was something I hadn't been privileged with in nearly two weeks. But that gift didn't last long.

With a strangled cough, I was abruptly woken. An intense pain in my gut had my body doubled over, my hands gripping desperately at it, attempting to force air inside.

Finally, after several moments of panic, I managed to catch my breath. Following that wondrous breath were a series of coughs.

"Good. You're awake." I recognized the voice immediately. It was the same doctor that attempted to assault me. The very one who attempted to get me to do many things, such as talk 'properly' by some fucked up definition, to obey his every wish and demand, and to always provide the worst punishments when I wouldn't comply; which was never. "Now get up, Miss Valasil."

"Fuck," I took in a ragged breath, "you."

"My. It is truly fascinating just how stubborn you are." The doctor leaned over me, grinning. "I intend to break that." I could see the glimmer in his eyes showing he wasn't lying. I knew full well this doctor meant everything he said. He wasn't one to attempt to fool his test subject, to try and comfort it before torturing it. He was the type to tell you exactly what he would do before he did it and enjoy the horror his subject experienced every second.

"You can try." I glared up at him defiantly.

"Oh, I intend to." He straightened and turned from me, fixing some aspect of his attire that apparently wasn't 'perfect'. He turned his head to the side, speaking to me. "Now get up, Miss Valasil. Today is a big day."

"Yeah? And why is that? So you can perform another experiment?" I refused to stand, as I remained on the ground where I woke.

"If only. No, we are relocating you." This caught my attention.

"And why is that?" I asked sarcastically.

"That is none of your concern, Seiyra. Now do as you were told." His voice grew hard. I knew full well if I didn't obey his word, I would be either forced or beaten, if not both. I was just too stubborn to care. I would not give into any ounce of fear these men provided. So I remained in my position, not moving an inch, other than to cross my arms and lower my gaze just a little to gather a better glare.

"No." The doctor turned to me, clearly puzzled.

"Miss Valasil, I will force you if you do not move."

"Do it." I dared him, glaring directly into his eyes.

"Don't say I didn't warn you." The doctor, in a surprisingly quick movement, leapt over to me and grabbed at my long hair. Locking his hand firmly into my long, brown hair, he pulled me upright. I grit my teeth, but refused to cry out. "Now come along."

With a violent tug, the doctor began to pull me along behind him. I barely managed to keep my footing. Because of the length of my hair, I found that if I were to try biting his wrist, I certainly could.

With a lunge forward, I grabbed his arm and forced his wrist near my open mouth. Not expecting my assault, the doctor stopped suddenly and before he realized what I was doing, I bit so violently into his wrist I drew a significant amount of blood. The bitter taste of his blood almost caused me to release his wrist, but I refused to until he released me. Instead, I cringed as a violent shiver ran down my spine.

"Agh! Let go you bitch!" I don't know what surprised me more; the fact that I managed to finally get him to curse, after everything, or that he used his free hand to hit my temple.

The shock to my temple nearly caused me to release his wrist, but I recovered quick enough to bite down even harder, earning me both more blood as well as another swipe to my temple. This time, my vision darkened, but I felt him release my hair and attempt to claw at my ear. I released his wrist and drew back immediately from his range. In my blinded state, I stumbled over myself and fell back with a grunt.

When my vision cleared, I noticed the doctor was far too distracted with his bleeding wrist than that of my current disposition.

A thought struck me with vicious clarity. We made it outside of that room I had been confined in for three weeks. Though I stood just barely out of the door way, there was a clear exit from this outer room.

While entranced in his wrist, I took this chance to bolt past the doctor and out the doorway that would surely lead me outside.

The doctor shouted out behind me, then cursed audibly.

Ignoring the pains that followed my efforts to run, I forced my way around corners and through doors. It would be hard to escape, especially since I would be certain to run into several Blackwatch soldiers and doctors. But, still, I ran.

Already breathless only a few minutes into my run, I found it hard to continue running, but I managed.

"Stop her!" A shout behind me startled me into running faster. "Do not kill her!"

My heart began racing faster as I struggled to find my way out of this maze of a building. "Where the hell... Is the damned exit?!" I panted heavily. "God... damnit..." I hadn't realized exactly how out of shape I'd grown to become in my three weeks of poor nourishment and no exercise.

With the sudden surprise of a Blackwatch soldier before me, I forced myself to stop short. Only feet before him, and him ready to tackle me, the fastest idea to spark was to attempt leaping past him. So I would try.

I watched the man in the suit, carefully examining his movements, no matter how slight. With a sudden twitch of his right shoulder, I knew he was about to leap at me. Sure enough, he did, to which I carefully lunged to the side and forced myself forward and out of his reach.

I continued running, though I found myself running low on energy rapidly. It was only a matter of time before I couldn't continue.

With a burst around a corner, I stopped short. Before my eyes, at the opposite end of the hall, stood Alex. Too surprised to call out, I stood shocked for several moments before I found my voice.

"Alex-!" Just as I shouted out, a hand grasped over my mouth and another around my stomach, pulling me back against them. The person pulled me around the corner, out of Alex's sight. He came for me! That seemed to be all I could think. I finally wouldn't have to endure anymore pain. I wouldn't have to worry about being assaulted or tested anymore.

This realization overwhelmed me with such a wonderful sense of joy that it sent tears into my eyes.

I heard what I believed to be Alex's footsteps running down the hall toward me. Any moment now he would turn around the corner and rescue me. Any moment now... I would be free.

Against everything I hoped for, against my deepest desire, Alex ran past the hallway, not casting a single glance in my general direction. I attempted to lunge forward, to call out to him, but any noise I made was muffled and wouldn't reach him. The grip on me was strong enough to keep me in place. All was lost once again. I lost my only salvation, just like that. Even though, just seconds ago, it was so close I could taste it.

I collapsed then. Exhaustion and despair gripped at my mind and began to devour me. I crumbled to the floor, not caring in the slightest for the man- I never cared to see who he was- who hovered over me. All was hopeless once again. At this rate, I would never be rescued. I would never escape from this place. Never again would I be free.

The sooner I accepted this, the better.

That was what I had thought. I thought that if I stopped hoping, things would be easier on me. That maybe if I succumbed to their desires and demands, I could live another day without much, or any, pain.

How wrong I was. And it didn't take me long to relapse back into my stubborn self, thankfully. But... In that time... No. I can't discuss that in any form yet. It's too soon. Maybe another day...

I found myself feeling immensely pissed for an uncertain reason. Perhaps it was that I was so near to her and was unable to rescue her. So why did I go straight and not even look to the side? Surely I would have thought to look in every possible direction...

Unless, that is, something caught my attention. That is a possibility. Didn't I, before my amnesia, state that I had a sense that would help me find whatever I was looking for? Why didn't I think to use it, then? How does that sense even work? If I could just remember that much...

A slight shuffle out in the main room caught my attention. Following shortly after was a small voice, unmistakably that of Seiyra's. "Alex..." I froze at my name, and slowly turned to the doorway.

Well... Was it that bad? Or is it just my imagination? Do you have any suggestions?