Hey guys and gals! its ThatGuy again! thanks for all the views and reviews! keep em' Coming! I just wanna say that Im expecting this Story to be long and Suspenseful... well hopefully anyways. I don't even know what is going to happen in the next chapter! BTW I don't own black lagoon or any characters in this story, Except OCs of course. well enjoy!

Rock opened his eyes, and stared around in confusion. All around him was black as night, he couldnt even see the ground he was standing on. 'How did i end up here?' he thought, looking down. He realized he was wearing a white business shirt, a green tie, and some nice dress pants. 'What the hell?' he thought, 'Where did i get these? Funny... they seem almost familiar.' He grabbed the tie, looking at it and realized his hand wasn't missing any fingers. '...how the hell? where am i?' Suddenly he heard a noise, a muffled voice nearby.

Rock began walking toward the voice, looking around for the source. He blinked and found himself in a hospital bed, looking at a beautiful red haired woman asleep on his chest. 'What the fuck? Why am i back here?' Suddenly a word broke through his train of thought. He opened his mouth, trying to say it, and a croaked whisper escaped his lips.

"R-revy?"

What seemed like a crack of lighting appeared in his skull, sending waves of pain thoughout his entire being. He closed his eyes, grabbing at his skull. He tried to scream, but only one word escaped his mouth, over and over again. It was all he could say.

"Revy!"

The pain vanished as quickly as it appeared, And he opend his eyes. A glass of Bacardi was sitting on the bar in front of him, and he downed it instinctively. He looked over to see the red haired woman sitting next to him, talking to him. He couldnt hear her voice, or any noise for that matter. 'What the fuck is going on? I don't remember any of this.' He thought. She smiled, smacked his back and downed a glass in front of her. his mouth opened, trying to ask where he was. the question turned to one word.

"Revy?"

He blinked and was suddenly overcome with the smell of decay, and realized he was on a submarine of some kind. He was looking straight at the red haired woman, who had a deadly stare on her face. She was speaking again, but he couldnt hear anything. 'What the fuck is going on? Are these memories? But... i don't remember any of this...' He tried to speak, but was cut off by the woman, who looked to her right. She lifted a submachine gun, firing into a door. Bullets bounced through the opening and fear gripped his being. He yelled for the gunfire to stop, for the fighting to cease. The word echoed through the dark submersible.

"Revy!"

He turned and saw the woman in front of him again, an unlit cigarette in her mouth. She spoke something and leaned in, pressing her cigarette against a lit one in his mouth. The word escaped his lips, almost lovingly.

"Revy..."

Another explosion of pain filled his head and he blinked a few times. He was standing in the darkness again, but something was different. He was surrounded by hazy images floating in the emptiness. They seemed to all be boxing him in, and each one of them showed the Red haired girl. 'What the hell is going on? I don't recognize any of this!' He felt the urge to shout, to scream at the images playing before him. He opened his mouth but only one word erupted from the silence.

"REVY!"

A white light appeared to his right, and a muffled voice seemed to flow from it. Rock turned and starting running toward it, more and more images appearing all around him. The light seemed to be moving away as he ran, so he began sprinting as fast as he could. Suddenly a pain shot up his shoulder. He stumbled and fell, catching himself with his hands on the ground. he looked down to see a bandaged and bloody hand, missing fingers. the muffled voice called to him again, and the pain subsided. rock picked himself up and again started sprinting toward the light. It was so close now, only feet in front of him. he reached out his hand to touch it, and everything went black.

The smell of gunpowder and death filled his nostrils. Rock looked in front of him to see the redhaired woman laughing uncontrollably, firing pistols at the blackness. Fear gripped him. Without even knowing it, his mouth opened and he tried to yell.

"Revy."

The word rolled off his tongue, in such a calm tone. 'Why the hell did i say that!' His mind screamed at him. He tried to move, but his legs were frozen in place, refusing his command to move. The woman swung around, a pistol aimed at his chest. Another wave of fear gripped him. She took a step closer, and her face changed, a look of worry and sadness. Rocks good hand tightened up, and he noticed the pistol shaking in his outstretched hand. the woman took another step closer, her pistol still raised. he tried to yell again, to scream her away from him, but only the one word came out.

"Revy."

She seemed to smile, taking another step closer. her mouth opened, and she spoke almost lovingly to him. "i hope you dont mind if i just stay here tonight, do you rocky baby?" she stayed smiling, and fired her gun. his shoulder exploded again in pain, and his hand tightened in responce. the gun fired, a blinding light exploded from the barrel.

Rock shot up from the bed, sweat pouring from his face. He looked around fearfully, relaxing as he saw nothing dangerous nearby. 'I guess it was all a dream... But where the hell am I now?' he thought , tensing up slightly. Slowly he got to the edge of the somewhat large bed he had awoken on. He shook the sleep from his eyes, taking in the lavish room. It had a bit of a victorian era style, with intricate wallpaper and various hardwood tables, each sporting an array of expensive looking vases.

An open door caught his attention, revealing the large bathroom inside.

He stood up, walked inside and turned the shower on and splashing water on his face. He looked up to see his reflection. The same zombie stood in front of him, hanging from the IV stand. He shook his head, blinking a few times. The vision changed to normal. He was still fairly pale, but more natural than in the hospital. The bandages covering his shoulder and hand were torn and dirty. His pants had a couple new tears in them. 'Well the bandages have to be changed, and i should probably see to finding a new pair of pants.' He sighed, and started removing the bandages. His eyes widened as the last bit of wrapping slipped off his shoulder. A hasty stitching job had sealed a large hole, and the back of his shoulder was bearing the same wound. 'Was i shot?' he wondered, and began unwrapping his hand. He nearly threw up when he saw it. His pinky and ring finger had become little more than stumps, and looked like someone had hastily cauterized the wound. His bone still jutted slightly from the scabbed muscle and skin. 'What the fuck happened to me?' he wondered, looking up at the mirror.

Fog had covered the glass, signaling for him that the shower was ready.

He dropped his pants and climbed into the shower, soothed by the water rushing over his body. He propped himself up against the wall by his hands, looking down. the water swirling into the drain seemed to hypnotize him as he tried recollecting the now fuzzy dream. The water was dyed a pinkish tinge, coming from his hand and the dried blood from his stitched shoulder.

'What were all those visions i saw? And why does that woman keep popping in my head?' Rock thought.

A loud banging on a door snapped him out of his trance, and he quickly jumped out of the shower, throwing a towel around his waist. He ran out of the bathroom and to the entrance of the room, opening the door. The blonde woman from last night was stand on the otherside, smirking at his appearance. Rock's face reddened and he started frantically looking around for something to cover himself with. The woman laughed and took a step inside. "Rock, glad to see you're up and taking full advantage of the room." Rock grew redder, but managed to stutter out a reply. "T-thank you for the hospitality Ms Balalaika. Your accommodations were more than generous." he said, bowing hastily, almost losing his towel in the process. "Relax rock, I'm not here to stare. I simply came to chat. And here, i brought you a change of clothes." She said, holding out a brown bag in front of him. He graciously accepted the gift and ran into the bedroom to change. Rock threw on the clothing and looked at himself in the mirror. He wore the same outfit he had on in his dream. 'Strange, why is this so familiar?' he thought. He was brought back to real life when Ms Balalaika called to him from the next room. "I took the liberty of having breakfast called up, i hope you dont mind." His stomach growled before he had the chance to respond.

He walked out of the bedroom, noticing the russian blonde sitting at a marble coffee table with two covered platters on it. She saw him and opened one of them. A large pile of scrambled eggs and sausage nearly overflowed from the plate.

"Dig in." she said, smiling. Rock wasted no time before setting upon the food like a man possessed. The plate was almost clean when he noticed she hadnt even uncovered the other platter. He swallowed and looked back at the woman, who sat staring at him, a lit cigar in her hand. "Arent you going to eat as well, Ms Balalaika?" she chuckled slightly. "Im sure i already have my plate full with what today promises to bring. but i do have some questions for you, about last night." Rock shivered slightly as the events that took place flashed through his head. " O-ok, shoot." he said, leaning back and crossing his arms.

"Well, lets start off with what your time, we have all morning." Rock nodded and began relaying the events at the hospital, leaving out when he woke up. for some reason he didnt tell her about the red haired girl at all.

"... And that is when you pulled up and helped me out." rock finished, taking in a deep breath. At first the russian just nodded, quietly contemplating his story. After what seemed like an eternity she spoke. "Interesting. and thats all you remember?" He slowly nodded. "Alright then, well i hope you dont mind, but i called your employer this morning. they should be calling back any... " She was interupted by the sound of muffled ringing coming from the second platter. She lifted the cover revealing a cellphone with an incoming call. Smiling politely, she offered it to him. "Its for you."

Reluctantly Rock reached for the phone, bringing it in front of him. He flipped it open, bringing it to his ear. There was silence for a few seconds, pressing rock to speak first.

"Hello?"

"yeah, Rock?" a deep voice spoke on the other end.

'How did he know my name?' Rock wondered. "Y-yeah, who is this?"

"Its dutch. you know, your employer and the guy paying for your stay at the hospital."

Rock cringed at the way the man barked at him. "Well thank you for providing a hospital for me mr. Dutch, but im afraid i cant recall ever working for you. Sorry."

A long sigh could be heard over the phone. "Give the phone to Ms. Balalaika." Rock nodded and handed the phone over.

"I'll be taking my leave of you Rock, feel free to make use of anything in this room. I'll ask that you dont leave though." she said, briskly walking to the door. She stopped and covered the phone for a second. "I expect you'll have visitors later. Please try to at least wear pants when they show up." Rock nodded and turned red, watching as the russian blonde stepped out and the door closed behind her.

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Dutch hung up the phone, standing there a second before dropping his hand to his side. Benny was laying on the couch reading one of his magazines. He looked up half-interested at the large man in front of him. "What did the russians want?" He said, flipping the page. Dutch turned and walked over to the desk, Opening the beer he had taken out before the phone call. "Apparently Balalaika found Rock last night, said he might have amnesia, and what he said to me seems to confirm it." Benny closed his magazine and lifted himself to a sitting position, taking a swig from the beer next to him. "Well what are we gunna do? Not like we can just bring him back and go about all business as usual, right?"

"We'll figure out the details later. Right now we need to get him back here. Go find revy and tell her to be ready in 20."

Benny hopped up and started down the hall towards Revy's apartment. "Roger that bossman!" Dutch shook his head at the false enthusiasm. 'fuck, if he cant remember anything... I just hope we can jog his memory. From what revy and balalaika told me, he's even different from when we first took him hostage. Goddamn it Rock, nothings ever easy with you.'

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Revy leaned back in a wooden chair, her feet propped up on top of the only table in her apartment. A nearly empty bottle of Bacardi was slowly dripping its little remaining contents on the floor. An ashtray full of cigarette butts slowly smoked from the half extinguished ashes pressed down inside. She inhaled a lit cig in her mouth, blowing out and watching the ceiling fan's slow spin swirling the smoke. 'What the fuck is going on with him? He acted like i was some sort of monster. Like he'd never seen me before.' She blew more smoke to the ceiling, shaking her head a few times. 'He was terrified of me. He actually tried to use a gun. He fucking hates guns! God, maybe that injury did something to his head.' She heard footsteps in the hall outside, breaking her concentration. She called out to him, recognizing his steps before he could even raise his hand to knock. "The fuck do you want Benny!" It took a second for him to answer, and revy snickered a bit. "Uhh... Dutch just got a call from Ms. Balalaika, said we had to get over there and pick up Rock. Be ready in-" He was interupted by revy kicking her own door open and running down the hall to the main office. 'That asshole better apologize, head trauma or not.'she thought, then slowed down as her mind almost spoke back to her. 'I need him to remember me...'

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(hotel moscow, about two hours later)

Rock sat slumped over on the edge of the bed, A hot towel sitting over his head. The shirt and tie he had earlier was thrown on the bed in a heap, having to change his bandages earlier. Smoke trailed from a cigarette in his mouth. He found the pack along with a lighter at the bottom of the bag. He never remembered trying before, but there wasnt much to do in the room so he lit one up. It went down surprisingly easy, and within the hour he had finished off half the pack, A nice buzz filling his mind. A knock sounded from the front door of the room, but after standing he realized he wouldnt make it over to it. "Its open!" He shouted, answered by the sound of the door opening and a series of footsteps coming in. He stared at the floor a few feet in front of him, trying to shake off the buzz. A pair of untied combat boots filled his vision and he looked up. Fear filled his body and he nearly jumped to the other side of the bed, the towel falling off. The red haired woman was standing in front of him, an annoyed look on her face. "Y'know rock, shooting at someone is no way to treat your partner." he only nodded, trying to keep as much distance between the him and the woman as possible.'partner? why does she think i'm her partner?and... why do i think she's right? Another voice came from behind her. "Revy, dont give him a fucking heart attack, Come take a seat and we can get this shit straightened out." Revy sighed and walked back into the other room, forcing a small sigh of relief from Rock. The other voice called again."rock, you gunna join us? You are kind of the point of this discussion." Rock sighed again and walked into the main room, taking a good look at his guests. A large black man with sunglasses and a tactical vest sat next to a skinny swedish looking man with long unkempt hair tied back in a ponytail. The black man looked up at him, studying rock for a second before speaking.

"Rock, glad to see your up and about! We were pretty worried about you this past week. Come over here and take a seat, we got a lot of catching up to do." He smiled a little bit at the last comment, confusing rock. He shrugged and walked over to the table, but his chest tightened a bit, seeing the only open seat was the couch Revy was sitting at. She glared at him as he sat down next to her, trying to push himself as far as he could to the other side. The black man offered rock a cigarette, which he gladly accepted.

"Well, lets start off with the basics. my names Dutch. Next to me is benny, and im sure you already met Revy." Rock nodded, matching each name to a face in his head, Revy's face lingering in his mind for a moment. Dutch spoke again "You work for me in a shipping company called black lagoon. We transport cargo, both legal and otherwise. youve been working with us for about two years." Rock started laughing a bit, but stopped as Revy punched him in his shoulder. rock grabbed at it and yelped in pain. "The fuck was that for!" he yelled out, staring at Revy, a small red spot appearing on the bandages. "Just cause your an amnesiac doesn't mean you get to be an ass!" she practically spit at him, but her features softened a second later."Sorry, I forgot about the shoulder."

Rock nodded, taken aback by her change in mood. He turned to face dutch again. "So do you have any idea what happened to me?" Dutch sighed, nodding. "A job went bad last week, and you got shot trying to throw a flash bang. It went off and you lost some fingers. The amount of pain and disorienting effects of the flashbang put you into a coma, and you have been out cold for about a week."

Rock stared at him, shocked at the information. 'So i used to be a pirate? Well it explains the injuries, but... i hate guns! How the hell did i wind up with these... thugs?' His brain began fighting itself as a million different explanations and arguments bounced around his skull.

Another knock at the door brought him to his senses. Dutch walked over and opened it, revealing a russian man. He whispered something and handed him a cellphone. Dutch put it to his ear, his eyes unchanging under his sunglasses. "Hey guys, take a look outside." They all walked over to a large window and looked down at the scene below them. Around 12 men were on their knees, hands behind their heads. dutch put the phone on speaker, and Ms Balalaika's voice played through the small device. "These men have been trailing Rock since he left the hospital last night, and appear to be part of a larger force. it seems everyone's favorite business man has a hit out on his head."

A feeling of dread filled Rocks being as the words sunk in. 'Why are people trying to kill me? I didn't do any wrong, did I? Well apparently I'm a pirate so i guess it could happen.' Balalaika's voice cut him off. "Dutch, I suggest you make arrangements to keep your new client protected. I'll leave the details up to you, and keep you informed about this faction that wants your accountant dead." The phone hung up, and Dutch stood staring out the window, looking down as the men were executed by Hotel Moscow.