vii. a story of lies is weaved
You know, sometimes Kris wondered if they were all just lying to them. If there really was that much destruction and havoc in the world, why send groups of two kids to try and fix it?
"What, you didn't get me a present?" Silver smirked at Kris, who was putting things in her locker. It was weird; Kris seemed overly tired, as she kept on rubbing at her eyes, and Silver felt strangely tired as well. He didn't have any reason to be; after the curfew he was in his room and sleeping. What was she doing? Silver rolled his eyes, hand reaching up as he tried to stifle his yawn. It partially worked. Kris looked at him strangely, as if he was an alien or something, and he raised his eyebrows, curious at Kris's behavior. She shook her head, and turned away.
"I'm afraid not, Silver."
He frowned. What kind of girlfriend was she? Never mind that thought, he grimaced. He rolled his eyes again. Impatient, he then grabbed Kris's books, which she had had some difficulty carrying, and then started to walk towards their next class, which was, coincidentally, shared. She hurried behind him, glaring at him, as she took some of the books in that pile.
Peering down at the stack of things he had taken from Kris, he noticed that Kris had mainly history books in that pile. Strange. Kris didn't seem like the kind of person to be interested in history. Silver figured that if he was going to be her boyfriend, he should at least try a tiny bit. That way, he could hurt Ethan the most. If he could bring Kris happiness when Ethan couldn't, he decided, then Ethan would be hurt the most.
That was to be his revenge.
(But really, he looked at Kris and thought that maybe she really wasn't the girl she appeared to be. After all, she had asked him out, but didn't even regard him as being her boyfriend, apparently. It was going to be hard. Really hard.)
There was something in Kris's hands though, that caught his eye.
"Hey, Kris. What's that?"
She looked down, where Silver was indicating, and then her eyes widened. He watched curiously as she quickly fumbled to hide the thing, but then he held out his hand. She looked at his hand, not knowing what he was doing. A blue ribbon dangled from her wrist, which he also noticed, but said nothing about. Instead, he was adamant to look at the thing she was hiding.
"Give me it."
She frowned, and then nervously handed the object over to Silver.
"Here."
He gently turned the thing over. He didn't know what it was. It appeared to be some watch of some sort. It had a strange appearance though. Peering at the watch, he realized that the watch was almost completely clear, except for one part, that was a digital blue. It appeared to be modern technology; that was rare in this school, because no one ever got to go out. Only old technology remained in the school.
So then how could she have it, then...?
He probably let out a look of suspicion or something, for Kris quickly took the watch back, fastened it on her wrist and covered it with her jacket sleeve.
"It's nothing. Here, I can carry my books by myself."
Kris almost tore the books out of Silver's arms before walking speedily down the hallway, pace frantic as she gripped her books tightly.
It was night, and Kris ran to her room again. She looked around for a sign of the boy from last night, who had those eyes that she knew from somewhere, but she didn't catch sight of him. Feeling slightly disappointed, she ran back to her room, where she waited for the customary knock on her door. She quickly dressed and went to bed, carrying the watch with her. She sighed in relief, thinking back to what had happened.
Silver almost found the watch.
What exactly was the watch? Kris held it up above her, peering at it through the moonlight. It shone a metallic blue in the light. The watch was a recording. It was a documentation of something.
Only members of the agency had these in their original form. The people trapped in the school had "Pokedexes", which were a simplified version of these watches. They kept track on everyone's emotional stability and other aspects, and was extremely useful in trying to determine whether or not there was a spy. Spies were dangerous. Especially if they were from the evil organization.
None of the spies retained their memories from the evil organization. After close investigation, oftentimes the spy wasn't even aware of their status, as they were unknowingly infected with the weapon that the evil organization used. The agency wasn't sure how the organization spread hysteria and sadness. The Escalation was a test to see how effective their weapon was. It was just a test.
The spies were just plain humans, taken as test subjects.
They weren't evil. They were just used.
They oftentimes would have contradicting memories, and would have times of mental instability due to the conflicting thoughts in their minds. Many times, they appeared to have DID or some disorder related to that.
The Escalation was horrible.
Kris and "Kamon" both weren't told what the Escalation was. It appeared that normal members of the agency weren't allowed to know what had happened so many years ago. All memories were erased.
With a start, Kris realized that with this train of thought, she was now late. The knock on the door had been heard many minutes ago, but she had been busy with her thoughts, and she now had to hurry to get to Kamon before it was possible he could be hurt. She quickly grabbed everything, took along the ribbon, and dashed out of her room.
She was terribly late, and she hurriedly sped across the campus with her roller skates and was just about to jump over the wall when a voice stopped her. It wasn't loud or anything, but it still startled her, because they hadn't talked at all since that first day.
"Wait."
Turning around, she saw Ethan. Her eyes narrowed as she watched him walk up to her, and her eyes roamed over him, trying to figure out why he had stopped her. His body was stiff and rigid. He was walking towards her frantically, as if worried for her or something. Looking around for any presence of another person, he then quickly started speaking.
"Don't go out there."
She was surprised.
"Why?"
"Just- just don't go out there."
She looked at the moon above her, and frowned. She was now more late than ever, and Kamon could be ambushed or something while she wasn't there. She needed to leave now. She made a motion to go, ignoring Ethan's warning, when Ethan suddenly grabbed her hand. She looked at him, startled. While she was shocked, Ethan quickly explained futher.
"Look, I know that I can't stop you or anything, but there's something not right out there. Don't go out there."
Kris looked at him warily, and took her hand back. She took a step back, questioning him. However, she made an effort to try and reassure him while she resumed skating.
"I'll be fine."
And she jumped over the wall. She could hear Ethan shout out again, but he only shouted once, and she knew that he realized that he really had no way to stop her.
When she arrived at the meeting place, she heard screams. Not the high pitched screams of someone in terror, but the deep, hoarse yells of someone in pain. She found a body jerking on the floor, and for a moment she thought there was blood, and ran towards the person, but then realized that their suit had just been torn and that was just his hair.
Kamon.
When she realized it was him, she ran even faster, and quickly bent down to hold him in her lap. His eyes were glazed over, and he was screaming and jerking his arms everywhere.
"Stop it! Stop it! N-No! D-don't! D-don't!" He tore at his hair, and tried to struggle out of Kris's arms, but she held him tightly, and tried getting him to snap out of it. His watch was beeping dangerously, a dangerous orange flash kept on repeating, and Kris was panicking. What would she do now? It wasn't as if she could do anything.
She could see him try to tear at his eyes. There were scratch marks all around his eyes, and blood was seeping out of them, and Kris wasn't sure what she could do. It appeared that his eyes were the ones bothering him.
"N-no! T-they're not t-this! N-not red! N-not red! No! G-get away from me! G-get away!"
Kris was desperate; she quickly tore off the ribbon on her wrist and tied it around his eyes, so that he wouldn't be able to hurt them anymore; he was paranoid, there was no other option. She tried to calm him down, murmuring comforting words and gently rubbing his arm, trying to calm him down. His breathing quickened at first, but soon, his body relaxed and he stopped screaming. Kris then started talking more, that she was there and that he was okay, murmuring words to calm him down, and soon, his watch flashed back to a metallic blue.
She continued speaking, even when he grew unresponsive. There was no way to wake him up, except for calling the agency. She decided that it didn't seem right to contact the agency, so she waited still.
When he did wake up, the first thing he asked was for Kris.
Not for "Crystal", the name she had told him, but "Kris".
"K-Kris? Is that you? Is it...really you?"
She was startled. She took the ribbon off, tied it on his arm (it was actually supposed to have been his birthday present, but now...) and then she finally saw his face.
He looked almost exactly like Silver. But his eyes were different. It was Kamon, because he had those empty eyes. His eyes were still a little clouded over, but he appeared to be staring at her. She bent over him, searching him, when he started raising his arm feebly. His hand reached out for her bangs, and then he touched her hair, rubbing it, and her strange blue hair that made her easily recognisable was apparently familiar to him. She then realized that her uniform had torn as well, when Silver was trying to fight his way out, and that her hair and face were visible now.
"Y-you weren't killed-"
A loud beeping soon was heard from Kamon's watch, and Kris saw sparks fly out from it as Kamon screamed again in pain, and this time, his body immediately crumpled in her arms.
She panicked. What was she supposed to do now? And how did Kamon know her? Weren't their memories all erased?
But soon, an official from the agency came and told her that their memories had to be erased. Kris looked around, startled that the official had come so quickly and kind of scared of what would happen to the both of them. After all, what is unknown is scary. The official looked at the ribbon on Kamon's hand, and asked Kris if it was his. What should she say? She couldn't say that it was his birthday present, or else they would definitely have to be separated, because that was secret information.
Kris responded that it was her present to him. (What kind of present?) A regular one. (Why would you give it to him?) It was just a thought. (Are you sure?) Yes.
And then the official took out their own watch, and Kris could only see-
The next day, Kris woke up in her room, feeling oddly rested for once. It was strange. She remembered having returned with Kamon at the regular time, three o'clock, but she actually felt rested too. She remembered having given him the ribbon (which he had just taken and tied on his wrist) just before they left, and Kris felt happy that Kamon accepted her gift. It was nice, to know that there was actually a person that she could call a friend in her life.
Silver, however, looked much worse.
He had a ton of bandages on his face, and when she asked, he had snorted and said that he got into a fight with a stupid Ethan, and Ethan confirmed it. However, Ethan didn't have any scratches on him at all, and Kris joked that Ethan was much better than Silver at dodging attacks. Silver grew angry, and pushed Kris lightly to show his annoyance.
However, Ethan soon pointed out a ribbon on Silver's arm. Kris noticed that the ribbon looked a lot like the one she had given Kamon, although this one was bloodied and dirtied. Ethan asked Silver where he had gotten it, and Silver's face grew confused, as he stated that he didn't have a ribbon and that, hey idiot Ethan, did you purposely put a stupid ribbon on his hand?
But then Kris watched as his eyes grew dim for a moment, almost to the point where they became black (she felt like she had seen those eyes somewhere before). However, Silver's eyes soon became red again, and he was back to joking around. It didn't seem as if he was affected by it at all, so Kris didn't pay much attention to it, but Kris saw him again, during lunch, eyes dark and washing the ribbon and putting it back on his arm.
When he came back, his eyes were red again, and he asked Ethan and Kris confusedly why the ribbon was suddenly clean. Ethan blinked confusedly at Silver, and then joked that he was the one who washed it, idiot-
It was then that Kris thought that something really was wrong with Silver. But then again, she was just a kid, and, who knows, maybe the agency had some special weapon to erase memories in a flash?
A/N
*has no idea how to write stories
*i think I actually have a plot of some sort planned out now
