Chapter 3 - Another One.
I look outside my room, noticing no one lurking outside. I run towards the stairs, the items I was holding cluttering together. I walked down towards the bathroom, everyone currently having dinner in the common room. Either getting wasted or eating, former more likely. I entered the room, it completely silent. I tear off my clothing, walking towards one of the many showering stalls. I pulled open the shower curtain and closed it behind me, putting my single bar of soap and shampoo up on the small shelf inside and hanging my towel up beside the shower curtain. I turned on the hot water and grabbed a bar of soap, cleaning my tired body of blood and dirt. I hummed a soft tune as the water cascaded down my back. I grabbed the shampoo bottle, squeezing the colourless and odorless stuff out and into my hair. Suddenly I heard the door open, footsteps walking in. Someone went into the stall beside mine, the sound of the tap turning on sounded. "I know you're in there, Pyro. I ain't gonna bother you like earlier." The man said. It's Sniper. Least it isn't someone else. I thought, my panic subduing. I washed the shampoo out of my hair quickly.
"Yeah well.. Hope you're keeping my gender secret." I harshly replied, grabbed a towel and turning the water off.
"You still don't recognise who I am, do you?" He quietly said again. I ignored him, grabbing my clothing and putting it all back on. I heard the shower curtain open again, Sniper walked out with a towel wrapped around his body. He too putting his own clothing back on.
"Stop asking me that." I said, zipping my suit up. He laughed sadly, shaking his head as he put his shoes on.
"To be honest, I won't stop. Catlin, Jay is really worried about you and if he knew you were here he'd be overjoyed." Sniper stated looking at me in the eyes. I scoff, stuffing my gloves on.
"I'm not who you think I am." I snapped, putting my mask on and exiting the room with my plain toiletries. Loud noises came from the common room. I glanced in and everyone, minus Sniper, was gathered around the new TV or the small circular table with alcohol in their hands. I feel someone roughly grab me by the elbow and drag me into the room. Scout laughs and shoves a beer into my hands. I looked at him with confusion and mumble that I wasn't thirsty or interested in drinking.
"Cmon man! We won meaning we get drunk! Cmon!" Scout eagerly said. Sniper entered behind me, grabbing a beer of his own and sitting down at the table with a smirk. I mumbled an okay and lift up my mask slightly. As if it matters. They're already smashed besides Sniper. I think, downing the drink. Instantly someone shoves another beer into my hands. They cheer as I drink once more, the alcohol getting to my system pretty quickly. I sit down at the circular table, Demo roughly handing out cards. I have no idea what game we are playing nor do I really care. I drunkenly drink more, my head becoming fussy.
I wake up next morning with a large headache, the bright lights from outside making it worse. I blindly grab onto the pill bottles beside my lamp and pop out a fews tablets. I dry swallow the painkiller and vitamins before groaning in exasperation. I knew the painkiller wouldn't withstand, even with the help of the vitamins, the large headache that I had but I couldn't risk my chances with Medic. I slip into my clothing, my dirty ones going into their pile in the corner. I look into the mirror that sat on the right side of my room beside the door, instantly getting a sense of deja vu. My short black hair had been cut recently, what I used to cut it, I couldn't remember. My ruby coloured eyes clouded with thought as I tied up my short hair. I got into my suit, the rubber interior cold compared to the room. I put my mask on before putting my gloves and boots on. I left the room and headed towards the common room. No one was there expect Sniper. If I could faintly remember, he had only had one or two beers the night prior meaning he wasn't suffering from a hangover compared to the others. I walk towards the fridge, ignoring Sniper. I open the fridge and take out some juice, pouring myself a glass before grabbing a straw. I sit down opposite Sniper, drinking while completely ignoring him. "Are you really going to act that childish, mate?" He says, lowering the book he was reading to smirk at me. I lift up my mask, allowing him to see my face.
"Childish? What do you mean I'm acting childish?" I sarcastically scoff before pulling my mask back down and slurping on my juice via the straw. Sniper growls in frustration, slamming his hands onto the table causing the mug of coffee in front of him to wobble.
"I don't care if you don't remember what happened exactly two years ago. You can't keep doing this to Jay! He thinks you're dead!" Sniper snarled, angrily pulling my mask up with force and staring me straight in the eyes.
"I don't know who you're talking about. This is getting quite annoying seeing as our chats only involve you shouting at me to remember someone I don't know." I coldly replied, shoving my mask back down and resuming my quest of ignoring him. He looks taken aback. He roughly slammed down his coffee mug before storming out of the room. He bumped angrily into Scout while exiting.
"Woah! Snipes, what's wrong?" He asked, gripping onto Sniper shoulder in worry. Sniper shoved him off and proceed back down the hall. Scout looked over at me, a look of confusion and hurt on his face."Did you say anything to him?" Scout asked. I shake my head in denial to avoid enraging the young man. "Right… okay. Anyway, Medic asked me to ask you to go to him. He wants to 'make sure you're in good health' or something." He said, quoting our resident crackpot. I shake my head once more but Scout grabs me by the arm and drags me towards the Infirmary. He shoved me into the room before waving goodbye. Medic was by his desk, papers hastily scattered across the room. Bird droppings littered the floor and Medic was talking to himself insanely. He turned around and let out a squeal of surprise when he finally noticed me. He motioned for me to sit down on a large cot that was pressed up against the wall. I sat down, my hands fidgeting in my gloves.
"I knov zhere may be zhings you don't vant to tell me. But! In zhe best interest of your health I recommend telling me beforehand, Ja?" He said, clasping his hands together repeatedly. I nervously shake my head in refusal, my hands shaking and sweat beading on my forehead. Medic double checked that the door was indeed locked before motioning me to take off my mask. I shake my head violently again, causing Medic to attempt to examine me through the rubber suit. He snarled in frustration as he had to retake his tests again for the fourth time. After the tests were finally done I proceed to leave, but before I could leave Medic grabbed me by the arm.
"You're playing a very dangerous game, mien frieund. Oh and ein more zhing! I need a blood sample." He says, pulling out a large needle with a grim smile. I grumble a yes before he stabbed me in the arm and he extracted the sample. I left the room without another word, glad I kept my secret from another teammate even if he was our resident crackpot. I walked down the hall towards my room, locking myself inside for the rest of the day.