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Chapter summary: Connor gets closer to the truth.
A.N.: Connor's point of view.
Chapter two. . . enjoy.
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I was in L.A. for two months, just searching. Only I didn't know for what. Now don't get me wrong, what I left behind wasn't all that bad. I had a mother, a father, and a sister, but I also had brutal and gruesome dreams and the worst feeling of emptiness. Like nothing else mattered. At the time I thought I got caught up in some fantasy novel that seemed to be dripping into my subconscious. I dreamed of things so inexplicable that it was too bizarre for me to speak aloud. I would probably be committed into a mental hospital and they would have thrown away the key before they would even considered what I said was true. So I walked around searching. I didn't really know for what, but I would know when I saw it. The missing piece of the puzzle that hides from you so you can feel twice as proud when it's done and you look down at the complete beautiful picture. I knew it was dangerous to go gallivanting in the middle of the night searching for something besides nothingness, but I wouldn't stop. Not until I see that complete picture. I turn the corner into an alleyway, a shortcut to my car. I should have gone back to my dorm about an hour ago considering the time of night and the fact that I had classes the next day. I stop short in the middle of the cramp alleyway confronted by a group of 5 people. One woman, three men, and something that looked like a man or at least would pass for one if you took away the horns and the distinct green tint to it. The one with funny hair and dressed in black stood a few feet away, the rest just crowded around, the green thing trying to hid and look normal only making it stand out more.
"Excuse me." He was blocking my path and it looked like a pulled him out deep thought.
"Right, sorry." And he stepped aside. I walked rashly and as fast as I could without looking like I was scared. I wasn't but I didn't want to stick around to find something I would be afraid of. I didn't actually make it to my car; as a matter of fact I got about a foot out of the alleyway before I felt a sharp pain in my abdomen. I look down just in time to see a large spike retract from me and I look at the source and it's a gray thing that looked like it had boils all over its skin. It said something in a foreign language that sounded vaguely like oops, or something close to it. The thing started to run away before I hit the floor. I felt colder by the second. I heard voices but they seemed so far away.
"Gunn, Wes, see if you can catch up to the demon. Fred call 911." I recognized that voice but couldn't put my finger on it. He took off his jacket and put pressure to my wound with it.
"That thing has a weird poison on its claws, they can't handle it at the hospital. We do own a law firm. Should we call Wolfram and Hart, they do have a medical department after all." That sounded familiar too. Is this what I have been looking for? Had I found the missing piece? It didn't look beautiful at all. It was actually very frightening and painful. Should I be worried that I'm not going to a hospital? The pain wasn't going away entirely, I just felt numb and I like I was lying in ice. I don't care where they take me as long as it's warm. The man dressed in black seemed to feel my sentiment.
"I don't care who you call just get some help!" why was he helping me? I think a lot of people might just have ran thinking that, whatever it was, would come after them too.
"Connor." He muttered under his breath, and pulled me out of my old thoughts and into new ones. How did he know my name? It got colder and then I dawned on me.
"Am I going to die?" I asked and I felt that I was shivering. He put more pressure on the wound, and I really wish he hadn't, but the looking his eyes took my mind off my pain. I have never seen eyes so broken before, only in my dreams. It was like everything they had was slipping away from them right before their eyes.
"No, you're going to be fine."
"But its cold."
"I know, but you're going to fine." He said it like he was trying to convince himself more than anybody else.
"What was that thing?" things were getting darker. Once again the pain in his eyes took me away from my own thoughts. I could see the turmoil in them. It was like witnessing a war.
"It was a demon." I didn't know it would be the truth and I kept looking in his eyes. I read them like I book and I knew inside that it was. They were getting watery. I didn't know that a random stranger could spark so much emotion into a person. He was crying. I tasted blood.
"Do you have a family?" I saw the green thing and I felt the man in black flinch. Why?
"Not in L.A." they would hate to find out that I had gotten so hurt after just two months away from home. They would probably never let me leave again and lock me in the basement or something. "Don't tell them, I don't want them to worry, okay?" it nodded.
"Promise." I think I smiled but I wasn't sure.
"They're here." The woman said. I remember people crowding around then darkness after that. It was perfect blissful darkness.
* * *
When I woke I heard voices outside my slightly opened door.
"I don't care, Lilah. Give him back his memory. He cant protect himself if he doesn't know what's out there. He could have died last night."
"But he didn't."
"Lilah-"
"Fine, you're the boss."
I blacked out again but before I had the feeling I wasn't going to wake up the same way. All I could think about was the conversation. How could someone just give someone memory? How could you take it away? I guess I would find out.
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Please review.
Chapter summary: Connor gets closer to the truth.
A.N.: Connor's point of view.
Chapter two. . . enjoy.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
I was in L.A. for two months, just searching. Only I didn't know for what. Now don't get me wrong, what I left behind wasn't all that bad. I had a mother, a father, and a sister, but I also had brutal and gruesome dreams and the worst feeling of emptiness. Like nothing else mattered. At the time I thought I got caught up in some fantasy novel that seemed to be dripping into my subconscious. I dreamed of things so inexplicable that it was too bizarre for me to speak aloud. I would probably be committed into a mental hospital and they would have thrown away the key before they would even considered what I said was true. So I walked around searching. I didn't really know for what, but I would know when I saw it. The missing piece of the puzzle that hides from you so you can feel twice as proud when it's done and you look down at the complete beautiful picture. I knew it was dangerous to go gallivanting in the middle of the night searching for something besides nothingness, but I wouldn't stop. Not until I see that complete picture. I turn the corner into an alleyway, a shortcut to my car. I should have gone back to my dorm about an hour ago considering the time of night and the fact that I had classes the next day. I stop short in the middle of the cramp alleyway confronted by a group of 5 people. One woman, three men, and something that looked like a man or at least would pass for one if you took away the horns and the distinct green tint to it. The one with funny hair and dressed in black stood a few feet away, the rest just crowded around, the green thing trying to hid and look normal only making it stand out more.
"Excuse me." He was blocking my path and it looked like a pulled him out deep thought.
"Right, sorry." And he stepped aside. I walked rashly and as fast as I could without looking like I was scared. I wasn't but I didn't want to stick around to find something I would be afraid of. I didn't actually make it to my car; as a matter of fact I got about a foot out of the alleyway before I felt a sharp pain in my abdomen. I look down just in time to see a large spike retract from me and I look at the source and it's a gray thing that looked like it had boils all over its skin. It said something in a foreign language that sounded vaguely like oops, or something close to it. The thing started to run away before I hit the floor. I felt colder by the second. I heard voices but they seemed so far away.
"Gunn, Wes, see if you can catch up to the demon. Fred call 911." I recognized that voice but couldn't put my finger on it. He took off his jacket and put pressure to my wound with it.
"That thing has a weird poison on its claws, they can't handle it at the hospital. We do own a law firm. Should we call Wolfram and Hart, they do have a medical department after all." That sounded familiar too. Is this what I have been looking for? Had I found the missing piece? It didn't look beautiful at all. It was actually very frightening and painful. Should I be worried that I'm not going to a hospital? The pain wasn't going away entirely, I just felt numb and I like I was lying in ice. I don't care where they take me as long as it's warm. The man dressed in black seemed to feel my sentiment.
"I don't care who you call just get some help!" why was he helping me? I think a lot of people might just have ran thinking that, whatever it was, would come after them too.
"Connor." He muttered under his breath, and pulled me out of my old thoughts and into new ones. How did he know my name? It got colder and then I dawned on me.
"Am I going to die?" I asked and I felt that I was shivering. He put more pressure on the wound, and I really wish he hadn't, but the looking his eyes took my mind off my pain. I have never seen eyes so broken before, only in my dreams. It was like everything they had was slipping away from them right before their eyes.
"No, you're going to be fine."
"But its cold."
"I know, but you're going to fine." He said it like he was trying to convince himself more than anybody else.
"What was that thing?" things were getting darker. Once again the pain in his eyes took me away from my own thoughts. I could see the turmoil in them. It was like witnessing a war.
"It was a demon." I didn't know it would be the truth and I kept looking in his eyes. I read them like I book and I knew inside that it was. They were getting watery. I didn't know that a random stranger could spark so much emotion into a person. He was crying. I tasted blood.
"Do you have a family?" I saw the green thing and I felt the man in black flinch. Why?
"Not in L.A." they would hate to find out that I had gotten so hurt after just two months away from home. They would probably never let me leave again and lock me in the basement or something. "Don't tell them, I don't want them to worry, okay?" it nodded.
"Promise." I think I smiled but I wasn't sure.
"They're here." The woman said. I remember people crowding around then darkness after that. It was perfect blissful darkness.
* * *
When I woke I heard voices outside my slightly opened door.
"I don't care, Lilah. Give him back his memory. He cant protect himself if he doesn't know what's out there. He could have died last night."
"But he didn't."
"Lilah-"
"Fine, you're the boss."
I blacked out again but before I had the feeling I wasn't going to wake up the same way. All I could think about was the conversation. How could someone just give someone memory? How could you take it away? I guess I would find out.
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Please review.