AN: Alright... before you read this chapter... be sure you have read the Epilogue for Duo's Child. The final chapter of DC1 hasn't been read by all,I can swear that! BUT YOU MUST READ THE EPILOGU BEFORE READING THIS CHAPTER! Otherwise you will be lost.

Also.. anyone who's read Memories Forgotten (chapter 31 of DC1) may realize that it's taking place RIGHT before the Mareimaia War, right before Endless Watlz, in the world of WHAT COULD HAVE HAPPENED!

Alright, now after reading the Epilogue, enjoy this chapter.

Wings of Destruction
Chapter 13
Recovering Old Wounds

"Sir?"

"What is it now?" Daniel looked up from his papers and over to the soldier standing in his office doorway. "It had better be important."

The soldier just grinned and nodded his head. "He is out."

Immediately Daniel stood from his chair, his papers no longer a need in his mind as he advanced towards the soldier. "Take me to him," was Daniel's intense response.

"What is this?" His voice shook with fear as he stared into the mirror. There was a scar above over both of his temples but the one on his right was much larger than the one on his left. His hair was raggedy, his eyes swollen. As he stared into the blue orbs of his own face he began to shake, matching his unstable voice.

Suddenly the door to the room he was standing in flew open and he spun around to see someone he hasn't planned on seeing anymore. The tousled brown hair, the gruff beard, the serious brown eyes; the man had looked as if he had gone through Hell and back to maintain his composure.

"What happened?" He spat out at the man. "What's going on?"

The man began taking the immediate steps to near the younger boy but froze when a hand shot up between them. "Just tell me what the fuck is going on!"

"Calm down, son." Daniel cooed. "Just calm down."

"No!" He snapped back. "Answer me!"

"Please," Daniel tried once more. "You need to calm down. There is much that has to be explained and little time to do it in."

The young boy stood still but his heart began to quiver. Breathing became a hard thing for him to do and, bringing his hands behind him, he grabbed the sink and gripped tightly for support.

"Please," his voice quivered out. "Please just… just tell me what's going on."

"You shot yourself." That sure stabbed the young boy's gut in a vile way. "You botched your assignment and killed yourself."

"What?" He wasn't sure if he was hearing right.

"Practically a year ago you were assigned to finally annihilate Uno Maxwell," Daniel explained. Hearing that girl's name brought fear back into his chest and he began to have trouble just taking in breaths of air into his lungs. He hasn't heard her name in a long time but why did it matter so much?

"You botched your assignment; you were unable to complete your mission and you took your own life because of it. Code Rule number three-fifty-six: when failure at an assignment, suicide is the only way to maintain information before the enemy can torture it out of you."

"I did that?" He stumbled out.

Daniel nodded. "Yes; though I'm amazed that you had at least enough common sense to do that. You fell in love with that bitch and I was expecting you to hide out with them and tell them everything you knew, knowing that you were like family to them and wouldn't have been harmed as Davison had been."

"Davison?" The boy spat out. "Clifford Davison? They tortured him for information?"

Daniel looked away. "Sad thing is… Davison probably deserved it. He rarely ever followed rules."

"I… I don't… I don't get it," he almost felt his knees bucking out from beneath his body but holding onto the sink tight enough he managed to sustain his balance. "I thought… why did you bring me back to life?"

"Because you're the only one who can achieve this mission."

"But you're Synodd!" He screamed out. "Why not just create another character for your play that looks like me? Why not use one of your creatures to copy my image and play my role! Why me!" The boy was practically in tears now. "Why can't you just let the past die already!"

"Because you're the only one who knows about the past as much as she does!" Daniel roared back. "Ricky, stand up and accept your fate! You were designed for the sole purpose of exterminating Uno Maxwell and I will not tolerate for your botched missions any more. You will train and prepare and be rid of those lousy feelings you had for that bitch and finish what you have once promised to end!"

Ricky looked down, the pain stabbing him in the heart. He knew there was no way out of this assignment, he knew he would have to accomplish it, but the question was, how?

How was he going to do something he's struggled to do in the past?

"How?" He felt himself mutter.

Daniel's voice was calmer now, more relaxed. "By preparing and erasing whatever feelings you had for her. Don't worry, you're still part of the Science Department of Synodd; we can do anything."

"How long will that take?" His eyes closed to drown out the sickness he felt rising up to his throat.

Daniel's voice was nearly a murmur when he responded. "A week up to a year—whichever. We hope only a few months as the max." Ricky's breath choked in his throat.

"If you want… we will correct her mishaps and make her yours. As much as we figured Theresa to be that character…" Daniel looked down and took a heavy breath. "We can let Uno play that role. Let you do what needs to be done, I'll have the department work on it, then I'll let you retire with well over forty percent of the profit and go wherever you like with her. She won't have any recollection of the past, whatsoever."

Ricky sniffled but nodded. "Alright," he muttered in response. "But where's my journal? I need to catch up one what I missed."