(*No.6 does not belong to me)

(* Nezumi's POV)

(*Time Skip)

We were in a line connected by the chains around our ankles. They were loading us into trucks by the dozen. I marched staring blankly at the ground. They gave us fresh clothes and a dose of drugs to keep us calm.

I've been here for only two days and I was already leaving. Of course, they told us we were just going to No.1. More like the number one place for dead people. My body twitched to resist by my muggy mind couldn't seem to cooperate with my instincts.

Once inside the vehicle, we were locked in and squished together. The people around me ranged from tough looking men with a disquieted look in their eyes to young children who looked completely lost. I nor anyone else remember why we were brought here but it wast hard to tell that this place wasn't pure in any shape or form.

But it's not like we could stop them. They had us like puppets on strings except those strings were tubes with liquid medication replacing our blood. And the longer you were here the more secure the fact you'd never be the same became.

The ride to 'No.1' was a rather long journey filled with rattling doors, the smell of exhaust, and mindless humming. The youngest of us threw up in the car. Oddly enough the throw up glowed.

But as timed passed the boy seemed to spit up the drugs from his system; in which caused him to start to regain his mind. He began crying and you could see it on his face he was remembering. The way his face crumpled.

He began bawling and sobbing for his father. I envied him. How I wished I could have been able to do something other than stare in such wretched platonic expression. At this point, it didn't even have to bee happiness. I envied the ability to cry.

No one moved to help the young boy as he cried and cried. No one could even if they wanted to. When he said it I didn't think it meant this too. To lose my identity, not as myself but as a human as well. The ability to help others was taken from me. And I don't have the power to enlighten myself.

It makes me sick. It makes me want to clench my teeth and punch the men responsible for this. The boy then stood and tugged on a girls uniform talking and asking such heartbreaking things. The girl that looked no older than eighteen just stared blankly at the crying boy. The boy found comfort in her...a stranger.

Looking for someone who looked trustworthy to confide in. The boy just latched onto her arm and cried quietly. It made sense I suppose. Nobody in here looked like his father and for the fact he was calling for his father means his mother was most likely lacking or gone. So and older sister would do. Maybe he had one before.

The time went by quicker as the sounds of crying were audible. The truck came to a stop and footsteps were heard nearing us. The doors unlocked and opened they guided us out. The little boy stayed latched to the girls who paid no mind and stood in place. The guards noticed this and undid the boy's chains from the rest and were thrown back into the car.

His cries became screams as they held him down. I didn't see the rest as we were pulled to follow forward to whatever awaited us. Once again we were walking in a line connected by the now one shorter chains around our ankles.

We were walked through some large back entrance. We were lined up side by side in a long line in a garage looking room. They took our chains off one by one in a hurry and as they took the last they sprinted behind a cement and thick glass wall. Enclosed and safe from whatever was where we were.

But we didn't move. We mindlessly stayed put and stared forward. And I felt my legs grow stiff as we stood there for such a long time. But as the timed passed slowly easing like being chased by molasses but you were the only one stuck in slow motion.

The molasses was reality setting in. The drugs began to wear off. People began regaining their bodies. The first one was that same girl. She broke down in tears and crumpled into tears to the floor. Many others began twitching and snapped and ran behind us to the metal door that divided us from the outside.

A few ran forward to the glass that protecting the demons and beg and cursing and banging on it with such ferocity it wasn't a surprise their hands weren't injured. The younger ones stood lost and crying. Watching all this it became apparent I could move as well. I could move my face and show emotion.

Yet the first thing I did was feel my head. Running my fingers through my buzzed hair. It was odd. Why was it odd again? Ahh, that's right I had...different hair. That'd make sense.

I then looked forward at the officials who were taking notes. Where did I fit in their notes? I'm not breaking down. I'm not trying to escape. I'm not banging on the glass. Yet I feel like I should be doing at least two of those things.

But why again? I have nobody for me out there. Nobody that I remember at least. That's when they stopped taking notes and a higher up spoke and the other did as they were told and pressed something. That's when the sound of released gas sounded. Not the kind that comes from your ass. The kind that people would run from.

I immediately covered my mouth and nose and moved to the center of the room. Everyone now began panicking as they tried to move away from the gasses.

The majority went to the doors for escape a couple banged the window for them to stop kids were confused and ran away from the colored fumes. I knew it was futile.

We all ended up breathing in the colored air as it kept pouring in. But no one choked and began dying as thought. So as time passed and nothing happened we calmed.

Instead of dying or being poisoned it was for something else entirely.

One by one we fell to the floor clenching out heads in agonizing pain. Screaming and shouting cursing and crying filled the concrete chamber. I too succumb to the drug and collapsed to my knees and started screaming and sweating.

It was all coming back. E-V-E-R-Y-T-H-I-N-G. My parents, they are dead. I met a brunette kid who was nice to me. I was adopted. I was taken away from my foster parent. I got a job at a perverted theater. I met an androgynous dog keeper. I have a crappy apartment. I go to school. I met an albino. I care about him. The old lady was kidnapped. The albino he was taken too. What happened to him?! I can't stay here! I CANT STAY HERE!

I began hyperventilating as my body and mind were overwhelmed. I can't be here! I have a life outside. Goddamn it, let me out! I don't want to be here! Where is she? The old lady? Is she safe? And the albino? He...was never safe to begin with! LET ME GO!

(*Shion's POV)

(*...)

"Ugh..." I blinked as I moved my aching legs under the blankets.

"Honey?" A sweet voice spoke.

"Huh?" I say rapidly blinking clearing my eyes.

"Oh, your awake sweetie!" She cried out hugging me.

I blinked again as she then stood back her hands resting on my shoulders. I recognized her!

"Mother?!"

"Yes dear, it's me." She said smiling sweetly.

"But you...that...your supposed to be dead!" I say confusedly.

"Me? Dead? You must have had a nightmare during your coma." She explained.

"Coma...?"

"Yes...I had infected you with the disease. Remember? And you went into a coma. But we're both alive that's what matters." She said hugging me again.

"I see," I respond solemnly.

"You do?"

"Yes...I'm dreaming."

"How do you figure?" She asked with a laugh.

"Your hair it's brown. If you had survived you'd have white hair like me. Plus you haven't started crying. If I remember my mother she'd be blubbering by now if I had truly woken from a coma."

"..."

"Am I right?"

"You're right...I'm not your mother." The lady changed her voice and peeled off her realistic wig.

"I never was." She said with a sad smile on her face as it turned to shock as a gunshot was heard. She fell dead to the ground.

"NO!"

(*...-)

I sat up quickly and looked around me as I found myself in a hospital. I swallow my spit as I try and catch my breath as the heart monitor gradually slowed to a normal pace.

"You're awake." A nurse said walking in.

"Ah...yes?" I answer clenching my chest looking around the flooring of the bed seeing nobody. It really was a dream. But what happened?

"Why am I here?" I ask the nurse as she was diligently writing in some files.

"You were in an accident Mr. Parker. Some head trauma and other injuries but your father will be here soon don't worry."

"Accident? What sort of accident?"

"Car accident. That's all I know but your fine that's all that matters right?" She said not stopping writing.

"I guess...when will my father be here?"

"Shortly." She quickly responded leaving the room. I still had more questions though.

I sat there still riddled with questions. Like for the fact I don't know how to drive so was the driver also hurt. Who was the driver? Or was I hit by a car?

That's when the vent began making noise. A weird colorless mist began leaking from it like fog. A gas leak? But it didn't smell like anything. Soon it stopped and the mist settled. My head felt numb and foggy. What is this?

The door then opened revealing a brunette man well dressed. I squint as I press on my temples hoping this headache would go away.

"Alive are we son?"

"Son?...Dad?" I asked as I make him out better. He looked a lot different. Was this man my dad? My dad was fatter, wasn't he? This man didn't have a pop belly. This man looked the part of a father. But his face looks remarkably like my dad's.

"Yes, Shion I am your father." He said nearing me. Y-yes that's right this is my dad. How could I think otherwise?

"It's good to see you dad." I say giving a tired grin.

"Likewise son. The doctors said you would be allowed to go home by tomorrow. Isn't that good?"

"Yes...I'd like to go...back." I struggled with my words as I fell to my body's sudden need to sleep.

(*Later that day)

(*Author's POV)

It was dark out as three government undercover cars rolled up to the Parker residence. Two got out of the unsuspecting black vehicle and walked up to the house. They knock on the door loudly. No one answered. One of then pulled out the master key. It was able to open any resident door.

They invaded the house as they scoped out the house and found their target dead asleep on the couch.

"We've spotted the target commencing operation mouse." One spoke into a device as they then proceeded.

They shot the man with a dart waking him

"The fuck?" He said sitting up. Jonathan's eyes grew wide as he realized what was happening. He barely had enough time to pluck the dart out or his leg as he collapsed onto the couch. The men reported the capturing of the target successful as they proceeded with the second reason for barging in.

The rest of the office armed with cleaning supplies, trash bags, and rubber gloves began disposing of evidence of the first Jonathan Parker.

(*The next day)

(*Shion's POV)

Father drove me home after being discharged from the hospital. We drove in silence as the neighborhood passed by as we neared home. Why can't I recognize my own neighborhood? The doctor said I had a special case of amnesia.

But things weren't all lost as he prescribed a newly tested drug to help me remember. I supposed to take two a day. I had three different medications. Two for pain and one for memory loss. It all seem logical. The way the doctor explained it was so convincing.

It frustrates me not remembering anything. I want to be able to recall my life for heaven's sake. I sighed as we then slowed and turned into what I was assuming to be our home. It does seem familiar...in a painful way.

"Well, here we are best to go rest up kiddo." My dad said as he parked the car turning it off.

"Ah...right. Say dad?" I respond unbuckling myself.

"Yes, son?" He turns to me.

"What...about school?"

"School? My you sure are a rare case Shion. We can't have you just jumping right back into school after an accident."

"Oh. Why not?"

"Because you don't remember much remember?" He said with a laugh.

"Right."

"In fact, I think it best we move. Then you will have a fresh start."

"But if I stay here I can figure more about myself." I add thoughtfully.

"Your pills will do that Shion. Now please don't make this more difficult." He said sternly.

"I give you an education! I give you a home! And this is how you show your gratitude?! Bloody useless! You are barely worth keeping!..."

I felt my heart stop and I couldn't breathe. Don't disobey or else pain awaits.

"Y-yes dad," I answer automatically.

"Good now come on you probably hungry." He said getting out of the car. I followed suit but a bit slower as I try and gather myself. Why was I so scared? So scared to disobey.

We went inside and he began cooking I just sat down on the stiff couch I didn't recognize. It smelt new. This house looked old but well maintained. I ran a finger across the coffee table as not a spec of dust was there. I felt a swell in my chest.

Pride? But why? All these questions are dizzying.

"Shion dinners ready come sit." My dad announced as I barely became aware of the smell of cooking meat.

"Okay!" I reply as I moved to get off the couch. I hesitate to step down. What if there's glass? I frown standing up feeling no pain. Glass? I shake my head as I move towards the dining table.

"Hungry?" He asked as he placed a plate of steak and potatoes in front of me.

"Yes, it looks great dad." I say smiling.

"Oh and here take two of these after you eat." He said as he handed me my prescribed anti-forgetfulness medication.

"Okay," I reply as I began eating. He sat across from me and began eating as well.

"So I was thinking of moving to No.4 or No.2. How bout it?" He asked after finishing his potatoes.

"Well...whichever you think if more convenient dad. I wouldn't know." I say awkwardly finishing my steak.

"Well okay. Hopefully, we'll be out of here by the end of the week."

"Mhm," I responded feeling like I was having a conversation with a stranger. I felt ill.

"Is something a matter? You look paler." He speaks up.

"Ahh...yeah I'm nauseous. My back hurts too."

"Well take two of those. I'll go get your pain medication." He said as he went to retrieve my other pills.

"Okay," I reply really hoping the medicine will help. I struggle with the child proof bottle but soon got it open.

"Here take one to two of these." He said easily opening the bottle and pouring two out into his hands,

"Right," I reply as I talked the pills from him and plop one into my mouth. I take my glass of water and swallow all four of them one at a time.

"Remember to drink all your water. Stay hydrated and go lay down. Get rested it has been a rough couple days." He said as he picked up my partially emptied plate.

"Thanks, dad," I respond as I get off my chair and head upstairs. These stairs...I remember these stairs. I was dragged. Dragged? Why would I be dragged? Stupid you must've hit your head Shion.

I opened the first door I can across and it had a desk with books and a neatly made bed. There were only three rooms up here. I'm guessing this one is mine. I walked in shutting the door behind me. I was to exhausted to even scope out my room as I just eased myself onto the soft bed. I felt so drowsy. Sleep soon consumed me.

(*...)

I stood in an empty room as I stared at a figure curled into a ball crying in the center of the room. What was this place?

"Um excuse me? Are you okay?" I timidly ask the crying figure.

"I'm not okay!" The figure suddenly turned to me.

"Oh...uh why? You seem troubled." I say unsure of the faceless gray figure spoke in my own voice.

"I am! I am! I'm so sad. I'm so sad I could cry for eternity. I feel so guilty! I'm not okay!"

"Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that." I try to console.

"I can't remember. I feel it...I have this inkling. I don't belong here. This isn't home. I can't help him! What to do? But who is it?! I can only remember their eyes! Silver eyes!" The figure ranted on standing up and began pacing.

"Hey, now everything will be okay." I try to calm the figure.

"I can't be calm! He's in danger! But I can't! It's my fault! I'm so useless!"

"Now that's not true. What's troubling you?"

"It's true! It's true! These lies consume me! You are only lying to yourself! I ache! I ache! My wounds have been reopened! I must find him!"

"Woah woah slow down. Who must you find? What lies?" I ask very confused by now.

"The silver-eyed stranger! But I don't remember! I can't! It's my fault! Why can't I remember? I can't do anything! No friends! Useless!"

"Don't speak of yourself like that! You can't be so harsh on yourself. Everything will be okay."

"YOU! You are the lie I know it! You must leave! You are the lie! You're tricking me! Leave! Go away! I must remember! I just must! I don't wish to lose him!" The figure shouted accusing me and grew more hysterical.

"No! I can't leave! You're not well. I just want to help."

"You aren't helping! You're confusing me! Go away! I don't want to forget. I just want to remember!" He shouted pressing on his head.

"Please calm down. The doctor gave us medicine remember? That will make us remember! Just like dad said."

"Doctor?! No, the doctors are bad! They will see our scars! They will ask questions! Dad will be mad! Don't let dad get mad. Be good! Be good! Be good! Be a good son!"

"CALM DOWN," I shouted and held him still.

"NO! I will never give you my dreams! Never! You want to erase him! You want to take him away! He's all I have! I don't know what I'd do without him!" The figured cried out.

"NO, you must stop this! You aren't thinking straight! You are talking nonsense. This silver-eyed stranger does not exist! SO STOP!" I shake the figures shoulders.

"He does! He does! He does! I know it! I know it! I love him! So do you!"

"What? How could I? I don't know him!" I argue.

"You do! You do! You don't know it but you do!"

"I don't I tell you! I don't! I don't want to hear it!"

"You do! You do! You do! You do! You do!-"

"SHUT UP!" I scream back.

"BUT YOU DO!"

A/N I've been battling it out with my own health so I guess this popped up as a result of that. Hahaha...Anyways I can't thank you enough for all of the reviews. It's been a long time and I cringe at old chapters that I will have to redo. I hope this chapter wasn't too out there. Any ideas and thoughts would be greatly appreciated! Thanks for Reading!