Hola people, I'm back with another wonderful…sort of…kind of…not really but hey…chapter for you all! Please review and make my life wonderful…and make me want to write more. My goal for this whole story is to somehow manage to get to two hundred by chapter thirty. I don't know if that's possible, but it is my dream. Don't you just love dreams? Especially when they come true.

The Insanity One Can Cause II

"What's wrong with you?"

"The amnesia…"

The two men stared at the smoking ruin before them. A distinctly malodorous scent clung thickly to the back of their throats.

"You know you aren't supposed to put metal in the microwave," Max fumed. The firemen, who had nearly knocked down the apartment door, were long gone. Now only Max and Miguel remained to clean up the mess that had once been a shiny white microwave.

"I forgot," Miguel dissembled lamely. His supposed brother shot him a dark look and picked up a trash can. With the aid of a wooden spoon he shoved the mess in.

"Something's up with you, Miguel. You were strange before, but now you act as if you don't know how to work anything. First the TV and now this, what's going on?"

Miguel looked away and felt the confusion he had been living with for the past few weeks come back in full force. He knew he was on the Mystic Moon where Eryn came from and apparently he had a life here as well. A life he had never lived or at least remembered living. Hell, he had a family with younger siblings and a career in something called the movies. Everyone he met seemed to assume he knew what he was doing. Yet how was any of this possible?

"I'm going to take a nap," he mumbled walking out of the kitchen.

"A nap? It's only nine o'clock in the morning." Max gave him a strange look and set the trash can down. "Are you feeling okay? I know my flight leaves tomorrow, but I'm sure I can postpone it."

"No, I'm fine. I still need to recover is all."

"If you're sure, man."

"I am."

"Okay. I'm going to the store. I should be back in an hour. Since you're so out of it right now I might as well stock your fridge so you don't starve." Miguel glanced at his 'brother' and the apparatus to which he referred. The fridge served the same purpose as the gas-powered iceboxes he was used to.

"Hey…Max," he called out as the young man walked past him towards the front door.

"Yes?"

"What if I told you that I'm from another world?" Max stared at him for a moment, his face completely blank, then he burst out laughing.

"I already knew that, idiot."

"What?"

"So can you hook me with some hot Martian women?"

"'Martian'? Women?"

"Well, if you're gonna be like that then I'll just go shopping."

"I'm from Gaea."

"Sure. Send my regards to the little green and may the force be with you because, Luke, I am your father." Before Miguel could form a reply or even being sorting out the confusing references to things he didn't understand, Max had left.

"My name isn't Luke," he mumbled in confusion.

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Eryn stared at the instrument of death in her hand and paled. Her amber eyes traveled to her exasperated opponent and she grinned sheepishly.

"How does this thing work again?"

"Eryn, stop acting like an idiot. Are you honestly telling me you've forgotten how to use a sword?" Dalet demanded.

"Not so much forgotten as never knew how."

He growled in anger and swung his sword towards her head. She shrieked and stumbled backwards. The blade whistled past her face and she flinched. A hot stinging radiated from her cheek and something warm and wet dripped down.

"My gods. Eryn are you okay?" Dalet cried rushing to her side. She pressed a hand to the wounded cheek and drew away a palm bearing a single streak of crimson.

"I told you I don't know how the hell to use a sword." She grabbed the collar of his uniform and drew him close to her angry face. He blanched and began to stammer out apologies. When he finally stopped babbling she punched him in the face.

"Do that again and I'll kick your ass," she snarled as she pushed him away. He rubbed his injured jaw and flinched.

"What's going on here?" Dalet and Eryn turned to face their enraged leader.

"Lord Dilandau." Dalet dropped to one knee and bowed subserviently.

"Oh, that's right. I remember his name now. Hey." The young man beside grabbed her arm and pulled her down next to him.

"Aren't you forgetting you manners?" he growled lowly so as not to be heard.

"No. I never had any."

"Silence, you morons." The two immediately ceased their quibbling. Eryn had to acknowledge that the pale young man had a very commanding presence. "Your answer?"

"We were training as you ordered," Dalet answered with humble bob of his head. "And we had a small accident."

"We wouldn't have if you had listened to me."

"Dalet leave us." The Dragonslayer bowed his head and left the room. Dilandau, she finally remembered his name, turned back to her still glaring. "Show me?"

"Excuse me? Sir."

"Show me the 'small accident'."

"It's nothing, but if you want to see it. Sir." She tilted her head and brought the shallow cut into the light. "It probably won't even leave a…"

Without warning he slapped her hard across the wounded cheek.

"How could you be so careless?" She winced and felt more blood spill down.

"I've had enough of this crap," she yelled, finding enough self-control to not retaliate. "I'm not this Eryn girl you think I am. My name may be the same, but I know nothing about swords, except that they're sharp and hurt, and I've never slept with you. Hell, I'm not even from this world. I was born in the US on a planet called the Earth, okay? If you slap me one more time I might have to kick your ass."

He stared at her, his face a smooth mask. The only evidence of his burgeoning rage was the seething in his garnet eyes.

"And I suppose you don't have a birth mark?"

"Birth mark?"

"The one high on the inside of your right thigh. If I remember correctly it's shaped like a candle-flame."

"How…?" She felt the blood drain from her face for a moment and then surge back up brining with it a very dark blush. Not only did she have a mark on the place he mentioned, but also it looked exactly as how he described it.

"I think I've proven my knowledge."

"Yeah well…that doesn't mean anything," she mumbled as confusion wreaked havoc with her mental processes. How could he know? She wondered mutely. She had only met him the first time yesterday after seven years and never showed him her body, touching didn't count.

He laughed cruelly, gloved hand gripping her chin, and pulled her in for a painful kiss.

"Come."

Miguel, she thought sorrowfully even as she acquiesced to the pale man's demand.

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Oh yeah, there are gonna be ramifications for this. Poor confused Eryn. She's not really cheating on Miguel because they never went out to begin with. Can't wait to write the next part so please review and make me happy.

PS. I can't believe this but…I actually wrote a small lemon for the following scene, which will be excluded because I'm sure you can all guess what happened. *blushes hotly* I can't believe I did that. Don't worry, I won't inflict my bad attempts at graphic scenes on you all. I just had to do it for myself and we'll leave it at that. Review!