Chapter 2: Dead Memories

It's black, I can't see a thing. I think I might be dreaming. I can't be sure, might this be my after life. Eternal blackness, or is this just a dream. I see something now. I see my father, and my mother on a boat. They look scared, it is night. My father is holding my mother close. They look out of breath. They are holding something. I think they are holding me in there arms. My beautiful mother is crying. My father is pulled away by a man in a black coat. It feels so cold now.

"Sir, please just let my family stay on this boat."

"If I let you stay on then I will be in trouble with the Americans."

"I don't want them experimenting on my son!"

"Fine, you can stay, but if you brought any unwanted attention from Louisiana I will not hesitate to tell them where you are."

"I understand, thank you again, Sir."

My father rushes back to comfort my mom. What did this mean, am I from the country I so long to move to. Was I born an American. My accent it was French, but could it have been adopted by so many years here. Was I a fugitive at birth. I am so confused, nothing made sense anymore. All this time living here. It was just to hide from our government, or was it the government at all could it have been something much worse something that they would never want me to know about. Something that if I learned what it was it could rupture my life forever.

The dreamlike state I was in faded. I opened my eyes to see I am in a hospital. Had I survived a gunshot wound? I looked down to realize I wasn't shot. I wasn't even hurt, as far as a I could see. I did seem to be in another sort of predicament. I was in a bubble like contraption. Was this hospital a regular hospital. I yelled and cussed at the top of my lungs for help. I couldn't tear it open. While in the midst of my attempts, he walked out. He was six foot and five inches. Not what you would think of a doctor. He looked more like a mad scientist.

"Hello, young man. My name is Dr. Mario Dimallio. You must be Remy, am I correct?"

"Where the hell am I?" I sounded almost out of breathe. I was astonished at myself. "Where is Alvira?"

"Oh, the gentleman with the rather long facial hair? He is currently on a mission. He sends his best wishes to you though."

"Where am I, you fucking twit?!"

"Oh my a mouth like that will never do. You see I am a man of the simple things in life. Charming and beautiful music, a fine glass of wine, a puff of my favorite cigarette, but most of all people that don't swear."

"Okay, what does anything you like have to do with me?"

"That is also quite simple. I like money, and I don't get my money unless I do my job. My job is to get you back to your creator, Mister Sinister."

"I was created by my parents. And who the fuck is Mister Sinister?"

"What did I just say about language! Mister Sinister is a very delightful man. And you weren't conceived by your parents."

"Then how was I conceived?"
"Your parents as you call them were two operatives that worked under a militia group known as S.H.I.E.L.D. Their job was to make sure any new experiments of Mr. S's, was brought back for examination. What they didn't expect was to fall in love with the perfect testing experiment, You. You are a product of science. You are literally the perfect specimen, to our standards. Those people that stole you though, they loved you and your, so called beauty, so much that they risked their lives with Sinister Industries and S.H.I.E.L.D. They fled here to France in hopes that these people would take your Louisianian accent as their own."
"Those are lies, all lies. I was a perfectly normal birth. My mother even had photo's of that day they we're at the hospital."

"The woman you called your mother. She died supposedly giving birth to you. What if I told you that those photo's were taken at the hospital your mother died at after being shot."

"How would you know that would of happened."
"Because my dear boy, I am the one who shot her. Back then I was just a trainee for the medical position."

"If I am that important to you then why haven't you taken my friends hostage to get me to come with you all."

"We thought of that. Where do you think Alvira is. He thinks he is to be killing some random woman. I approached him after they dumped you out back when you were unconcious. He is at the super market your wife is at. He is about to make this game a little more interesting."

"You wouldn't dare do that. If you did that there would be no way I would come with you."

"Of course there is, if we kill her and you are set free you won't stop till you get revenge. It's in your nature to be insitant upon certain things."

"I'll kill you I swear to it!"

"Mr. S wants you to be set free so that you will come to him, but I say lets start the process now."