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A twisted return
Chapter 68
Peter P.O.V
After taking the memory serum
"Your name is Peter Hayes. You wanted a fresh start. You drank the memory serum." He said. He was tall, blue eyes, dark brown hair, and looked worn out. "Have a good life Peter." That's all he said. All I got from him before he walked away from me. I watched him walk out of the building of Erudite and into the snow. I stayed repeating what he just said over and over again. My name is Peter Hayes. I wanted a fresh start so I drank something called memory serum. But who am I? Where did I come from? Where have I been? What do I do now?
Little while after taking the serum
My names is Peter Hayes, I am nineteen years old. Records show that I was born and raised with in the Chicago city. Candor was my sector of birth. At age sixteen I transferred as a initiate to Dauntless. It also shows that I was one of the warriors in the War. War never thought I would the type to fight, to cause violence. I wonder if I killed people? Was I on the good side or the bad side of things? Than I remember what I was told... "Your name is Peter Hayes. You wanted a fresh start. You drank the memory serum." Than it hit me, I wanted to erase the answers to these questions for a reason. If I really wanted to know I would have made sure that I would have known or found out. So I will respect my own wishes. I place my file down on the table of Erudite, stand up and walk out. Time for a fresh start.
I open the door to a coffee shop, desperate in need of some kind of caffeine before heading into the work. Being a former warrior with no memories, came in handy when it came to finding a job. Everyone wanted to help out a broken warrior. If only they knew that this warrior is broken because of self inflection. I choose this life, I choose to be broken with no memories of how I got here.
"Hey Peter. How are you? What can I get you?" Dennis ask me. Her smile is always so friendly always meets her eyes. We have spoken a few times, when business is slow and I am not in a hurry. She is really special girl. Always there for her friends and loved ones. She is always thinking one step ahead, and generous. Every time I see her I notice my heart rate always speeds up, there have been times that I thought if my heart wasn't attached to me it would probably fly around in the shop.
"Hey Dennis I am great thanks. Can I get a medium coffee house blend with a scone?" I place my order and wait patiently. I watch her gracefully move behind the counter, the way her hips sway and her hands smoothly grab and release products.
"Here you go Peter. Anything else?" She ask. Here's my chance.
"Yea, I wanted to know if you would go out to a movie with me this Saturday? Maybe we can even get a bite to eat before?" I ask with a smile.
"That sounds like a plan to me. About time too." She teases back to me. She watches my reaction to her words... Which is my jaw slowly dropping. You mean to tell me I could have already asked her out? Damn it!
"Ok great!" I say getting my baring.
"Pick me up here at five." She orders. Damn that works for me.
"I'll see you than." I smile waving my coffee cup as I turn to leave.
Saturday Night
"So you don't know anything about your past? Where you came from? What you like? Have you ever had sex?" She asks all the questions that I ask myself almost every day.
"Nope nothing. I reseed my memory." I answer her. "I mean I did it to myself. Must have done it for a reason. Right?"
"What do you think?" She asks. Taking another bite of her burger.
"I'm not sure. But if I did do it because of what I did... than I am glad I can't remember. I want to be Good. I want to help people. What do you think about me studying to be a EMT?" I ask her.
"I think you can do anything you set your mind to." She says with a smile. I can't help but look at her lips, and her eyes. She is captivating. Addicting. I could never get enough of her.
"I like you, Dennis. I just want you to know." I say hoping not to push too hard.
"I know. I like you too, Peter." She says with a smile, she leans forward in her elbows over the table. I meet her half way gently brushing my lips to hers.
One month later
I roll on my back and almost automatic Dennis turns around and lays on my bare chest. I love how comfortable we are. I love that we can be together and really be together. None of that fonney crap some couples do. She makes me laugh, she makes me want to be a better person. The kind of person that a wife would be glad to call her husband. One day! I glance at the clock and note that it is fifteen minutes to eight. I know I have to get up, class starts in half an hour and I can't be late again. I slowly disentangle myself from Dennis in hope not to wake her.
Ever since our first date, Dennis told me I could do anything I set my mind to. It encouraged me to become the man that she deserves. I enrolled in school two weeks ago, studying to become a medic. I want to help people. Right what I may have done wrong in my past.
When I am not at work, and in class... Dennis and I both volunteer trying to help in cleaning the city. We strive together as a team to push each other to be better. To be people to be proud of. I love that she has done this to me. I don't know who I was before, but I know the person I am today is the person I want to be.
Five weeks later
"Peter, we have to talk." Dennis says in a serious tone. Oh God is she done with me. Does she want to end this? Does she know how she will end me as well?
"Baby is everything ok?" I ask.
"Peter, Oh my God I can't believe this. I don't... I mean... how... I'm pregnant." She says. I take a moment to take in her words. She doesn't want to leave me. She's pregnant. Is it mine? Does she know how much I love her? Slowly I let hope, and love sneak into my heart and I can't let it not show my face. I grin like a idiot in love. "Peter?"
"Pregnant? Are you sure?" I ask her confirming what I heard.
"Yes, I say the doctor today to confirm it. Peter, what are we going to do?" She looks so upset. All I want to do is hold her and tell her everything will be ok. So that's exactly what I do.
"Dennis, everything will be ok. We will get through this. Together. You.. you want to keep the baby?" Please say yes.
"Of course, I do." She says almost look offended that I asked. I sigh loudly relieved that she wants it as much as I do.
"Dennis, I love you. I didn't want to scare you by saying it before. But I do I love you. I'll always be here for you and the baby." I say placing my hand on her flat stomach. "I want to be a family. Always. I want you, I love you." I say taking a step back to look at her reactions. She smiles at my words and I go in to brush her lips with mine.
Two months later
Tonight I have plans to make Denise favorite dinner, meat balls and spaghetti. She has been able to keep food down little easier these days. Thank goodness for that, I was worried for her and the baby. I feel like someone is following me down the hall to o ur apartment, but when I look back no one is there. I try to brush off the feeling of someone watching me, but each time I forget I hear something behind me.
"Peter Hayes." I hear a woman saying my name from down the hall. When I turn around I see a short older woman, dark brown hair, she walks slowly down towards me. Who is this woman?
"Who are you?" I ask.
"I'm Evelyn. And I have a mission for you." She says with a small smirk.
"Mission?" I ask her not understanding what she is asking.
"Yup. Don't worry you'll understand soon." She says than out of no where she jams a needle into my neck letting it's juice push into me. My hand automatically covers the injection site, before the effect of the injection take over. I feel my mind almost wanting to explode, but unfortunlety never does. My stomach starts to flip wanting to get rid of anything that is invaded in it. I fall on my hands and knees and the memories come flooding in, with every memory my mind threatens to explode a little more. Before the darkness takes me over I know who I am, I know where I have been, I know how I got there. More importantly I know what I have done, and those that I have killed and hurt.