TWO UPDATES TODAY! WOAH. I should ditch school more often yeah? No, I hate colds. I'd rather have the flu…

Are you ready to be brain-blasted? Because this chapter is the big fucking reveal. It gets a little interesting, but I think that you'll enjoy it. I had a good time fitting it in with the actual TV show, so without making you wait… here you go. This is my best chapter yet.

WARNING: it's kinda sad really. Slightly disturbing.

Chapter 8: Darkness

Red opened her eyes; her body was tired and aching. She could feel a tingling between her shoulders, only the kind of feeling you get from being violently electrocuted by a tazer.

She remembered watching as the blue eyes went wide in front of her and Cook nearly dropped the thrashing body they belonged to. Despite his newly tightened grip on Naomi, Red watched as they both came tumbling onto the ground, all his limbs buckling beneath him. She too felt herself crashing downwards into the pavement, her body twitching as she lost all sense of control.

I know this place. She looked around the room, stark empty aside from the chair she was chained to. Her eyes flicked to the metal door across from her as it started to rustle.

A man walked in, gently closing the door behind him. Nine watched as he unfolded the metal chair he was carrying and took a seat a foot away from the chair she was stuck to. It was difficult for her to see him, the way her chair was reclining and the way her muscles were failing to obey her as she attempted to lift her neck.

"Recognize me?" The man pushed his glasses up his nose then rested his hands on his knees, leaning back into the metal chair, observing her.

Nine desperately wanted to say yes, she tried opening her mouth but her body still hadn't recovered from the shock. It was no lie that she recognized him; she just had no recollection from when or where, or even who he actually was. The same thing was with Naomi, she knew that she had known her at some point, there was a familiarity, but everything else was behind a thick fog.

"Still can't talk, eh? The stupid bastard set the voltage too high. You're friend Cook, is probably even worse than you. He goes mental when he loses control that one, they had to tazer him a few extra times to completely knock him out and get him to give up the fight. May have been a little much, but the rule is, never take chances."

Nine was now positive he was from the Agency; never taking chances was one of the rules that were repeated over and over. It confirmed her theories that it was definitely the Agency who had caught them and had her chained to a chair. Sure she had reason to believe they were going to be caught by them beforehand, but it was only now that the realization had struck her. She so badly wanted to ask where Cook was but it came out as a mess of gibberish and a little bit of drool.

"Relax Emily, it's not like you haven't been here before."

Two facts of that statement were enough to scare her and assure her fears; the fog was starting to fade away because of this man in front of her. And she wasn't sure if she was actually ready for it to do so. But she couldn't deny that yes, her name was really Emily, and yes, she had been here before.

She watched as the man pulled out a golden ring on a chain necklace, he held it up in front of her face so she could get a closer look at it.

"You wanted to come here remember? You came here to forget."

All her thoughts immediately flooded to Naomi. She started thrashing about in the chair against the chains, squeezing her eyes shut as the memories painfully started returning to her.

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It was January first. The day everything began and ended as well. We had already returned to our final year at college. I had spent my summer away from Naomi, and all I could do when I came back was imagine how I'd be spending the next one with her. I convinced her to let us go traveling together; possibly take a gap year before university. That was all until she lied to me. No, it was until she did the very thing she lied to me about.

The book. I flipped through the pages. The girl's brother left after I dropped it down the side of the building and watched as it hit the ground, barely visible from how high up we were. I so badly wished that the thud it made as it reached the surface would pull me out of my nightmare. I was all too aware that this was reality; that everything I was scared of was actually happening to me. I stood at the ledge contemplating how badly I wanted to wake up.

"You've ruined it. You don't want anyone to care. Could be dead in a second. Everything's… so… fragile… Didn't you realize that? We were special." How could she do this to me? How could she have slept with that girl, Sophia. How could she do that when she knows I love her? How could she do that when we both know that she really loves me?

Those blue eyes could always show how strong her emotions were. The way they were flooding with tears was just angering me even more, making everything worse. It would hurt so much less if I knew she didn't love me back.

I looked back down over the ledge I was standing on. I immediately jumped off of the ledge back onto the roof. I wasn't going to kill myself. No, no, not like this. Not like that bitch. I wasn't Sophia and I wasn't going to jump away from life that easily. Especially not on top of the same building. Inside or outside, didn't matter.

"I was scared! Emily, Please!"

I brushed past her, not daring to look back. I told her to be brave not so long ago, I just wish she never came back if she was still scared. I could've waited a little longer until she was ready; it didn't have to end like this.

"You're always scared."

She made no attempt to follow me, thankfully. I felt the air rushing past my ears as my feet started picking up their pace. Running down the steps of the club and back into the outdoors, onto the ground now. I needed to stop hearing her shouting after me, I needed the sounds of her cries and begging to fade away. I knew I was weak, I wanted so badly for everything to be alright that if I had stayed up there any longer I may have been too tempted to crawl back into her arms and tell her I forgive her without doing myself justice. You think you hate injustice Naomi? Fuck you. You've done an injustice to me and to yourself.

I looked around to see where I had run to; I wasn't actually paying attention to where I was going when I was moving. It was more about creating distance than finding the perfect destination. The street had hardly any traffic; the buildings on the road were tall and commercial. I found a bench nearby and cried all the tears that were held in while I was running. I cried until my body was shaking so hard that I moved myself gently to the ground before I accidently fell onto it. My face was buried in my knees trying to disappear in the darkness, make all the thoughts go away.

"Excuse me, are you alright?" A man was standing very close to me, I hadn't heard him walking I had been crying so loudly, lost entirely in myself. Lifting my head, I squinted my eyes trying to adjust to the light, not that there was much left, the sun was beginning to set.

I wiped away my tears with the palm of my hand, feeling my cheeks that were red and probably swollen, before taking in the man's appearance. He only looked a few years older than me in his slick black suit and beanie with his unruly curly hair attempting to poke through. He was looking down at me and had to push his glasses back up to keep them from sliding down.

"I'm fine." I mumbled only clear enough for him to take the hint. This guy was a stranger, and I wasn't about to tell him my life story right then and there, he probably was just looking for a girl off on her luck needing some boy to pick it back up with a decent shagging.

I sighed, annoyed when he took my answer as a signal for him to sit on the bench near me and start a conversation. I just wanted to be alone. Perhaps brutal honesty will be enough to make him go away.

"My girlfriend who recently told me she loves me, cheated on me, and tried to cover it up."

His eyes went hard and angry when he heard me say girlfriend. I often got that reaction from people, and could easily detect it, let alone expect that response. I was not in the mood for bullshit.

"Are you a fucking homophobe? 'Mister-I'm-so-nice-I-help-strangers-with-their-fucking-problems-for-no-charge?"

His expression quickly changed to soft and sympathy that Emily was too upset to realize was actually faked.

"My names Sid. I had a friend who was gay." He held out his hand, which she embarrassedly shook it. By the way he said 'had' she assumed that he was intending his friend killed himself, likely because of the very fact that he was gay.

"I just wish I could forget, y'know?" Emily accepted this new person as a listener and stared out into the street in thought, speaking her mind.

"I could help you forget."

Emily's head shot back towards him so fast, she almost got whiplash, "I'm not interested in letting you get into my pants. Fuck sake." That was one of the lamest pickup lines she had ever heard. Guys were always using it, suggesting that a shag would cure your broken heart or even your sexuality.

"No, you misunderstood me; I have the technology to make you forget what you don't want to remember." What a psycho.

"You're mad, Sid."

"No, I'm a technology expert and I make people forget what they want for a living. It's rational to be scared though, most people are scared to forget because that means losing control of something so very much apart of you."

Naomi's scared. Not me.

"I'm not scared."

"Right then, here's my number, give it a ring when you're ready." Sid pulled a card out of his pocket and handed it to her before walking away. Emily watch him until he disappeared before staring at the card and reading it's information over and over then finally leaving to go to somewhere else she had in mind.

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Emily's chest was rising and falling rapidly, her eyes opened and she turned her gaze to the man sitting close to her. She looked at his suit, his glasses, his beanie, there was a small amount of curly hair peeking through. Sid. Her body suddenly jerked in against the chains and her head started pounding. She couldn't remember what happened next in her chain of memories. She was still scared. Everything was crashing down on her, her reality. Everything she knew was lies. She hadn't actually been at the Agency since she was little. She can't remember any of the things she thought she did in the past. The earliest thing she could remember was waking up in an apartment one day, the day that she was given the special mission. She screamed out in pain, she felt like her brain wanted to escape her skull. Her eyes quickly flashed to the dangling chain in his hand that was resting on his leg again. That's Naomi's. Fuck! Where's Naomi? Where's Cook?

She screamed again, her head was feeling so conflicted she didn't know what to trust. Is the Agency real or not? Were the day's events all imagined? She was terribly frightened at some of the later thoughts. Have I actually killed anyone? Am I crazy? Have I lost all control? Another piercing shriek erupted from her throat, causing Sid to wince and cover his ears. He pulled out a small case from inside his suit jacket. Emily was watching his movements as much as she could, but her vision was blurry and her head was thumping so loud. Her eyes slammed shut as another volt of pain shook her. The next thing she felt was a needle poking through one of her arm's that was braced too tightly to try and pull away. With one last jerk she felt it slide out and everything quickly turned to darkness. She wasn't even sure if her eyes were open or closed when everything disappeared. She heard shouts invading her ears, too loud and close for her liking. HELP! HELP! PLEASE! MAKE IT STOP! It only took her a few minutes to realize the unfamiliar voice was her own.

DISTURBING EH? I like this chapter, a lot is revealed and a lot more will start making sense soon.

And Sid? ARE YOU KIDDING ME? Who'da thunk it would be him! Don't think I just randomly chose him, there is a very well thought out reason which you will come to understand shortly.

I hope you enjoyed the thrill of that one as much as I did. Sorry Ems didn't want it to be so bad. Had to happen, as usual… ;(

-Shira