Just a few things, one I could really use some reviews, just a word would help, at least tell me that it isn't shit because, this story isn't exactly the normal fanfiction tale and I'm a bit self-conscious. I really don't mind that lot of people haven't taken to it, it's more about me enjoying writing it, but still it would just be very nice, and I'd be over-thankful.

Secondly, I'm extremely tired and sick of being sick, not that that help anything or makes it go away sooner. So, I'm really sorry if this chapter is rubbish, I'm not in my right mind right now and just needed something to do.

This chapter is a little shit I think, I was going to explain what happened with the 'training' in the 'Agency' but I really didn't like it, so I took that out probably to leave to for explanation later in the story. It just wasn't living up to my expectations, so forgive me for withholding that.

It only makes sense things are revealed in the Ninth chapter right? Hehe.

Chapter 9: How

The darkness didn't stay for too long. Nine couldn't figure out what had been injected into her, she was guessing a light sedative because she was thrashing so hard before and now it had lessoned. She couldn't figure out why her body had been jerking beyond her control, she just knew it was painful, especially with the chains still holding her tightly in place, she was thankful they now were coming to a slow.

She felt a heavy pressure lift itself from her head and realized that her eyes were indeed closed and she could finally open them. It was no surprise to Red that she was still sitting in the chair in the same empty room. She jumped out of fear when she saw the man was still sitting in the room, watching her.

"You should have just killed Naomi; it would have made everything much less complicated." Sid was nodding his head as if to assure Nine if she was doubting him.

"You're a terrible person."

"You killed hundreds of innocent people in a bombing in one of the most crowded cities, and killed a young lad in an airport. On the contrary, I'm doing the world a favor containing you."

"That wasn't my fault. You made me kill those people."

"Yes, I had control over you until you disobeyed me and spoke to your fucking girlfriend and triggered your fucking memory."

"Where is she? Where is Cook?"

"Not to worry, they are being taken very well taken care of. It's you who I need to keep an eye on."

"How…how did you get me to do it? I was normal, I never actually trained, and I'm not some fucking super agent. I thought… It was all a lie…" Nine's mind was flashing to all the gunshots and watching as all those people fell dead through her read tinted glasses. She winced as the blonde lady's face hit the desk, the blood leaking all over.

"It's all a part of the program Emily, you and Cook are the first, I just have to figure out how exactly to avoid silly triggers like yours getting in the way."

"What fucking program?" Another pain surged through Emily, her body shook hard as another memory came out of the darkness and returned to her.

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I was running up the escalator, I was too anxious to allow it to take me up on its own, I needed to go faster. It wasn't long before I was standing in front of a large brown door and straightening myself out before I knocked. *Knock.* The door opened before I got a second chance to knock or the chance to turn around and run away.

"Hello Emily and…?" He was looking past me. I almost forgot about the person who was following me.

"Cook." The boy pushed past me, slightly protective over me. Sure he was up for anything crazy but he was still skeptical of what was about to happen to us.

"I see. What can I do for you Cook?" Sid was standing with the door open just a little bit, not allowing us to see inside yet.

"I want the same thing as Emily." He was confident and stern.

"You want to forget?"

"Yes."

"What do you want to forget?"

Cook stood there silent, he didn't like sharing his problems with other people, if he could do this without having to share anything he would try.

"You need to tell me so I don't make you forget anything you want to remember."

"My life is shit. I want a new life. My mum kicked me out. I'm a bad influence on my little brother. My friends Freddie and JJ hate me. And the girl I love doesn't really love me back. Just make me forget everything."

"Are you both sure you want to do this?" Sid raised his eyebrow, his beanie raised along with it. Skepticism.

"Yes." Both of us were going to do this. It was comforting to know that Cook was doing this with me. I was feeling so alone now that Naomi had torn us apart, but Cook was going to help me stay not frightened of how I was about to make everything better for myself.

"Alright, take a seat." He opened the door and waved to a leather couch. The inside looked like a normal loft however there were a few metal doors in the hallway that looked a bit dodgy. "Emily, I'll take care of you first, follow me." I gave one last look at Cook who nodded, sending a wave of confidence through me. I hardly hesitated as he opened one of the doors and took us inside, shutting it behind us.

The room was all white, empty aside from a chair that was reclining a bit in the center of the room.

"Take a seat Emily."

I listened to him, and fidgeted trying to get comfortable, finally settling down. It was making me uncomfortable that he was standing while I was sitting down.

"How do you um, do it?"

"Well first I inject you with a sedative, and then I do a small operation. I'm going to spare you the details, because if you actually want to go through with this, knowing exactly what I do will completely change your mind."

"I don't know if I trust you." Honesty.

"How badly do you want to forget?"

I remembered the book that told me the truth instead of Naomi telling me herself. I remembered the standing on the ledge of the building willing so hard for everything to go away.

"Ok. Do it." My voice was small, there was no way to hide that I was scared. I was hurting too much to care how I was going to forget, I just needed it to happen. The sooner it happened, the better.

He pulled out a needle that I'd be lying if I didn't say it scared the shit out of me. He told me to relax as he took my arm and slowly injected the liquid. It wasn't long before my mind faded to black. When the light came back, I screamed. The first thing I noticed was that I was now chained to a chair. Then slowly I remembered there was supposed to be an operation. I realized something was wrong, I was awake and I still remembered everything I wanted to forget. This isn't what was supposed to happen. I shouted 'Cook' at the top of my lungs, the only answer I got was when Sid came back into the room.

"Relax Emily. The operation is going to be starting in a minute." He was pulling a trolley behind him until it was next to me. My eyes went wide, and my breath got stuck inside my throat when I saw what was on it. "This is going to be painful Emily. But remember why you came here. Remember that you want this."

"I don't want this." I started trying to pull at the chains but it was no use. "Please, let me go. I don't want to forget like this. This isn't how I want to do it." I shouted Cook's name a few times. Still no answer. "Where is Cook?"

"He's in the other room; my assistant will be doing the operation on him at the same time."

"No, please. Just let me leave."

"I can't Emily. I know how bad you want this. I'm doing this for your own good." Sid started picking up a small metal piece connected to a wire. I tried to shake away when he attached it to the back of my head. My tears were freely streaming down my face even though the pain hadn't started yet. "I'm going to start in a minute Emily."

"Please, please don't."

"The piece I just attached to you is right above the limbic system of your brain, specifically the hippocampus, which is primarily responsible for memory. The shocks will slowly reduce your ability to remember and cause just enough damage to make them all go away, probably for good. I'm going to start now Emily. I'm going to make your broken heart all better."

"Please, it's not that bad, really. I'll move on." I was whispering.

"I need you Emily; I need you to do this for me."

*ZZZT* Emily's body started shaking against the chains. She couldn't think, her head was burning. There was no train of thought passing through her mind. All her nerves were on full volume blasting the pain. As each numerous shock crashed through her body she just felt it. She was screaming, until she had no control over her voice anymore. She couldn't move her limbs between shocks, they just trembled of their own will. She can't remember how long it lasted, how long each volt that passed through her was, but she knew it hurt.

I opened my eyes. My body was in immense pain, but I was too numb to move anything. My body was shaking lightly and I couldn't make it stop. As a result my vision was bouncing and I couldn't see anything clearly. I just tried to breath, which was a hard task in itself. I felt a heavy pressure pressing on me as my head was tilted to the side. There was a man in front of me. I had no idea who he was but he was talking to me, and waving his hand in front of my eyes.

"Nine. Wake up. Nine."

"Who's Nine?" I asked.

"You are."

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Emily's body was once again thrashing and she could see that Sid was reaching out to give her the sedative again. However as much pain as she was in, she didn't want the sedative in her anymore, she was sick of darkness she wanted to remember everything, no matter how much it hurt. She couldn't bear to allow that sedative to be put into her, the very same one that ended up leaving her chained to the chair the first time, the first time of the torturous electrocution.

"Don't. I don't want it."

"You must be in a lot of pain. Are you sure?"

"Yes, please just let me go."

"I believe we've been through this before Emily. Silly me, you probably don't remember…" He let out an evil laugh. "I need you Emily; I can't just let you return to your normal life, not after what I know you can do for me."

"NO. I won't. I won't do anything for you anymore. You're sick. A very SICK person." Emily was trying her hardest to give him her full attention and stay harsh in tone, but her voice got higher and muffled when she whined in the strong pain in her head.

"What's… wrong with me?" She cried when the shaking and jerking got stronger, she was sure the chains were cutting into her skin the way her body was trying to pull away from them.

"It's the remembering, a sensory reflect that's reacting beyond your control. Your body remembers the shock it went through the first time, and by actually remembering it remembers all the pain that went through it to get rid of it, and right now that everything is returning to you, it's experiencing the same thing it went through to make them go away. Complicated thing, the human body is. When you can manipulate it, you can be very powerful." He chuckled to himself; she so badly wanted to rip away and kick him hard to the floor. Or at least make him feel at least an ounce of what she was feeling.

She tried hard to think about everything he was saying to her. Maybe there was something that could help her in the situation. Emily remembered what Naomi had said earlier, whether it was today or yesterday or a week ago, she had no concept of time in the room she was stuck in. Words are more powerful than actions, that's what Naomi said to her, to Cook really, but it still meant something.

"What do you mean you need me?" Emily choked out.

"Ah. Trying to put the pieces together? You see Emily; you walked right into my arms that day by the bench. I too was going through a very difficult time, and you've helped make everything right in the world for me. Rather, you are helping make everything right."

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"You've been doing things for me that I couldn't possibly go out and do. Not to mention I have a warrant out for my arrest. It made things easier to have little people like you and Cook to take care of all my business."

"Why Freddie, why those people from that company? Why Naomi?"

"Hmm." He paused a minute in thought before deciding to continue. "I guess I can tell you because you won't be remembering anything for very long."

Nine understood what he meant, he was probably going to make her forget all over again. He'd just do the torturous operation to her once more, it's not like he had anything to lose. She was deathly afraid of the electrocuting and was going to do anything to avoid it. She listened carefully when he started to tell her his reasoning.

"Love and Peace is one of the largest organizations that are fighting for the disgraceful gay community. For a long time I've been trying to work something out to get rid of them but I didn't have the means to do so, until I met you. When you mentioned your girlfriend, you seemed to be the perfect person to fulfill my maniacal plan. Yes I admit, it's rather crazy and it was a bit chancy but it worked didn't it? So I recruited you, and was more than happy to have your friend tag along, considering he was strong looking and could help make sure you got the job done."

"What do you have against them?"

"They are terrible and ruin everything and they don't belong in this world."

"I'm gay too, why didn't you just kill me?"

"Because I had sympathy for you. By helping you I was already helping myself. The girl I loved told me she loved me back, like you said yours had. And then when I realized I was ready for her and I to be together, she ran away and fell in love with another girl. Cassie was her name; she works for the Love and Peace organization in Scotland. You were going to help me get rid of the organization piece by piece. Naomi happened to be in charge of the one in New York, the central headquarters of theirs, and so I was going to have you absentmindedly get your revenge on her. But something triggered in you, I haven't figured out what to make you change your motives. Perhaps you still have feelings for her deep in that brain of yours."

"You can't have done this all on your own. You're too stupid." Emily was trying to make him angry, to try and get him to talk more because he looked as if he intended to stop.

"I'm not stupid." He hit her over the head, bringing the throbbing back to her attention. "Although I did have help. Michelle, a different friend of mine, I thought I loved her at first but we were just meant to be friends. She loved someone else, Tony. And you know what Tony did? He broke her heart same way as mine. He went down on a boy named Maxxie right in front of her. Thought she was sleeping. She hated them both so much after that. We both had an increasing anger for you gays. She harassed Maxxie everyday with my help calling him a man-slut and boyfriend-stealer. It worked, one day we found out he had kicked the bucket, offed himself before we had to do anything to get our revenge. It wasn't enough for Michelle though, she couldn't be happy unless Tony was taken care of as well. Which also is why I have a warrant right now. It was right before my senior year, Anwar was throwing a party, while everyone thought I was out looking for Cassie."

Emily's mild jolted when he said Anwar. She remembered the lanky cab driver in the city who took them to the hotel from the airport. Maybe he could help her make some of this make sense. She stopped planning ahead so she could listen closely to the rest of Sid's monologue.

"Instead I was in a public transportation company car lot messing with the brakes on a city bus. Someone saw me which is why there is a warrant out for me. But you know what that bus did? It hit Tony and now he's stuck in the mental home for the rest of his life. Traumatic brain injuries don't just go away. So once Michelle found out, she came to me and told me that somehow she still wasn't happy. I told her I wasn't satisfied either, and that is why we are both using you. That is why we need you and Cook to carry out the rest of the job. Happiness isn't easy to come by and you are our easiest chance to get some. Once the gays are gone everyone will be able to be happy."

"You're a terrible person. That's why she left you. I can see why anyone would want to be gay because of you." Emily was seething with anger. She couldn't fathom how someone could do such terrible things. And he was getting away with it too, using her to get things accomplished against her own will. It was human cruelty and he didn't give a shit because he was starving for happiness. But happiness never comes out of something so dark and deathly. This was sheer madness and horrifying.

Sid's face turned red with rage, he wasn't going to be spoken to like that. He was the powerful one; he was the one who was brilliant and taking control of everything. He was the one who everyone was going to be begging for mercy when he sent them all to their deaths. Even if it was Emily who was pulling the trigger, it was him who was telling her to do it.

He took out the sedative and injected it into her arm despite her cries and trying to shake away. He needed silence and to cool down after talking so much. He had never told Emily that much before, he was absolutely positive he would have to give her the treatment again after that revealing discussion. The treatment or kill her. Sid walked out of the room to consult the only other girl who was on the same page as him, Michelle.

SO, I don't really love how it's all kind of turned out, I mean yes it was always going to be kind of like that, but I suppose I just wanted it to be better. Anyhow what did you think of the reasons that it was Michelle and Sid? I thought it made brilliant sense. I love tying the actual story line and twisting it to fit in my own. Just makes everything like wow.

If you have time, I'd really appreciate a review, thank you so much for reading, even if I think it's a load of rubbish.

-Shira

PS. Don't worry Naomi and Cook will be returning to the story shortly. Probably next chapter. Incase the Sid/Emily is starting to get on your nerves.

(And wow, an update or 2 everyday so far… I wasn't originally going to today, just got bored.)