Total Recall Chapter Two
Heyy everyone! Sorry for the delay. I'm moving in about two weeks and I needed to start packing my stuff since I haven't started yet. Along with this story, I'm updating m other three stories Knockout, Assassination, and Total Recall. Because Total Recall is my newest story, I would highly recommend you all go check it out and tell me what you think. Though Kim is not in the beginning, well, not specifically anyways, she will be very soon. Besides that, I would like to delay you no further. Here is part two to the cliffy! I hope you all enjoy! REVIEW!
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Jack's POV
After I soon made my way home, I walked inside to hear that the household was as quiet as a mouse.
Guessing Lindsay was still at work, I walked over to the fridge to pour myself a glass of water.
I grabbed a glass from the cupboard and after filling it up at the fridge, I looked up to see a message across the hologram screen on the door.
Had a long day, went to bed early. Sweet dreams- XOXO
Realizing it could only be from Lindsay, I smirked to myself as I touch the door and swiped to the left, clearing the message from the fridge and replacing them with a collage of photos instead.
I walked over to my bed and looked down to see Lindsay, just like she wrote, knocked out.
Her figure was wrapped deeply in the blankets as I took a swig from my water glass, the cool sensation quenching my thirst as I chugged the rest of it down my throat.
Seeing her asleep led me to wonder.
I thought for a few moments before I quickly made my mind.
Ignoring the gut-wrenching feeling in my stomach, I hurriedly put the glass in the sink and left, locking the door as I left.
I walked at a somewhat-hassled pace and in less than ten minutes, I made my way to the area of interest.
I pushed open the door and after ignoring the odd looks from people, I looked at the bar's countertop to see Jerry taking a sip of his drink.
After seeing me enter the door, he motioned me over to him as I did exactly that.
I walked over to the empty seat beside him and as I took a seat, he greeted me.
"Hey Austin, how you holdin' up?"
I sat down in the chair and turned to face him as I responded.
"I've been better."
Just then, the bartender soon took notice of my arrival and before he could ask me what drink I wanted, I pointed to Jerry's drink and said "I'll take the same."
He then nodded and walked away, grabbing the specific ingredients necessary to make the drink.
As the silence got thicker and thicker between us, I looked over at the piano player who was currently playing a jazz tune on the piano.
That being mentioned, I thought about myself playing instead before I asked Jerry "You ever learn how to play the piano?"
He immediately furrowed his brows down in confusion as he turned to the player as I did.
He turned back to face me, did a double take, then looked at me with an abnormal look as I added on "I always wanted to learn how to play the piano."
His eyebrows rose up as a light grin played at his lips.
He scuffed as a full-out smile broke out across his face.
"What's with you today bro? I know it's not just about not getting the promotion. You've been zoned out all day, you've been acting all weird, so tell me… what's wrong man?"
I knew I couldn't hide it forever.
Because I refused to lie, I told him the truth.
"I've been having these dreams. It's the same exact one and every time, I feel like I'm doing something that actually matters. Something important, you know?"
I then turned to face him directly in the eye as he put a hand on his chin, assuming that he was thinking before he told me "Nope, not a clue."
We both laughed in amusement, but as soon as the laughter died down, I felt myself get serious again as he told me "What? You don't think what we do is important?"
"Really Jerry? Really? We commute halfway around the world for cruddy jobs, for cruddy pay, to come to this cruddy bar and get too much of this cruddy beer."
Realizing what I had said, I turned to the bartender as I saw him staring at me, his face showing partial offense at my words.
I quickly put my hand up at him as I told him "No offense."
He wiped a glass with a rag before throwing the rag over his shoulder, putting down the glass just moments later as he said "Non-taken."
I then resumed my protest after taking a swig of my drink I was given not long ago during our conversation.
"Jerry, do you really like how our lives have turned out?"
"Why? Is there something wrong with it?"
"No, no. You know what? You're right, forget I said anything."
An hour or two later, after we finally decided to stop drinking, we exited the door of the bar, stepping outside into the night breeze as we went to say our farewells.
I came at him, taking a step forward as we did our "Bro hug".
When we parted, he turned to face me as I began my retreat back home.
Before I could get even just a few feet away, Jerry called out for me.
I quickly turned around as he asked me "You want my advice?"
Seeing it wouldn't hurt to hear his opinion, I nodded as he continued on.
"Figure out a way to deal with whatever the hell it is you're going through before you mess yourself up for good."
Hearing this come from him surprised me greatly.
Usually anything to come out of Jerry's mouth is either sarcasm, a joke, or something stupid, so hearing him say something actually wise made me speechless.
As he took notice of my flabbergasted expression, he then added on "On the other hand it's possible I might have drank too much."
We both chuckled at his remark, making me lose my breath slightly as I soon collected myself moments later.
"Well, I'm gonna go throw up on something now. And you're gonna get your act together and go home, you hear me?" he said, making me turn around in my spot as I caught notice of all the people who were now staring.
In hopes to lose the attention, I then told Jerry "Yeah Jerry, I think everyone heard you."
He then looked around as well, looking at all the unfamiliar faces that he had attracted the awareness of as I put my hands in the front pockets of my jeans.
He then turned back to face me.
He swiftly popped the neck of his leather jacket, said his goodbye, then turned on his heel as he shuffled down the pavement, attempting not to run into anyone as he did so.
After chuckling in amusement at his stupidity, I then walked down the street until I ran into the area of the unknown.
I've only been to this area once with Jerry, but besides that, I've never been… reason being why I call it the area of the unknown.
I didn't like the area considering it was like a cloud nine for delinquents and rebels, both something I disliked greatly.
I passed through the crowd, a woman in a skimpy outfit bumping into me harshly on purpose as a smirk played across her lips.
As I turned around to see who pushed me, she looked at me, eyes full of devious thoughts as I ignored her, walking away as I forcefully forgot about what just happened.
As I looked to the road ahead of me, I saw the building.
On a golden screen above the building read Rekall.
After taking one last look at the sign, I quickly ascended the stairs and opened the door.
Ahead of me was a long, broad hallway that led to counter that I inferred was the front desk.
As I made my way to the desk, a tall, slim woman stepped behind the desk, turning to face me as I stopped at the foot of the counter.
In nervousness, I almost choked on the air in my lungs before she greeted me.
"Hi, welcome to Rekall. First time?"
I chuckled slightly as I asked "Is it that obvious?"
She then gave me a warm smile as assured me of the place.
"It's ok. There's nothing to be afraid of. This is a safe place."
Just hearing her say that made me even more uncomfortable.
I don't know what it was, but I just felt so out of place.
I felt myself begin to sweat in anxiety as I then ignored the feeling of a chill going down my spine.
"My friend gave me this care, told me to ask for Milton." I explained, showing her the card as she nodded.
She immediately showed me to a room, and when she opened the door, she motioned me inside.
After walking inside, she then told me moments later "Remember to have a good time."
Before pressing a button, commanding the door to slide shut to its original closed position.
When her figure vanished from my sight, I turned back around.
In front of me was a small set of stairs that led to a main floor.
In the center of the rectangular floor, there was a chair, along with a few other computers, gadgets and gismos surrounding it.
With slight hesitation, I walked down the steps to be greeted with a man, slightly smaller than me.
He was a bit skinnier than me width-wise and had short, light brownish-reddish hair that was spiked up slightly.
He had tan colored eyes, pasty white skin and his outfit made him look like a scientist rather than what he was.
After noticing me, he came over to me, a slight grin on his face as he came up to me.
"Welcome. I was told you're a friend of Marek's"
So, that's his name…
"Yeah, we work together."
I then averted my eyes to the chair I was previously looking at before.
As I took a closer look, I asked Milton "Is that it?"
I turned back to face him as I saw him nodding, telling me just moments later "Yep, that's it."
"And it feels real?"
"What is life but our brain's chemical perception of it? Your eyes see, your brain chemistry reacts... Here we just remove the middle man and go straight to the chemistry. Does that make it any less real?"
I sighed deeply before objecting.
"No matter how convincing it is, it's still just an illusion."
He then chuckled before countering "That's very good. You're right, objectively. But from the inside, subjectively, I assure you it's quite the opposite entirely."
Probably sensing my unease, he then added on "Listen, I get it. You're here because you feel like something's missing. You've got some tug, some longing for something more and we're going to give you that thing."
"Is that right?"
"It could be something you could never afford to do. Hm? Something secret you've always wanted to try, but you would never, ever dare to do?"
"What do you mean by secret?"
He then grinned widely and he put his hands together as he explained to me "Anything. Tell us your fantasy, we'll give you the memory. You want to be rich and famous? Worshiped by millions? Maybe something with a little more adrenaline, huh? A crime fighter? Or a world-class athlete? Secret agent? That's you isn't it?"
The moment he said secret agent, I felt the awkward, forced grin from my face disappeared.
It's like he read my mind.
"Secret agent, I could do that." I grinned widely as a non-forced smile of excitement appeared on my face.
"Yeah, maybe as an intelligence operative. You could be working for the Rudy and the Resistance. Oh, maybe you could be working for Chancellor Phil. Or why limit yourself? Why not both?"
The next thing I knew, I agreed to it and I was now currently sitting in the chair I was previously afraid of.
I was strapped down at the wrists and my head was held in between two prongs that attached to the corners of my forehead.
Due to the slight lack of blood circulation to my hands from the straps, I tried to move my hands slightly as I felt the chair move.
My steady breathing hitched slightly at the unexpected movement as the chair moved backwards, then tilted back slightly at a 45 degree angle as Milton began to speak.
"One last thing Austin. As a matter of full disclosure, none of the secret life elements you chose can actually be true. See, the thing is a lot of people come in here and they want the secret mistress trip when they already have one, a real one on the side. It would cause irreparable conflict and confusion. It's how brains get blown."
I silently scuffed to myself as I responded "Don't worry, I don't have any secrets."
"I'm sure you don't but just to be safe, we're going to run a psycho-polygraphic panel on you anyway."
Once he explained this to me, I nodded as he gave the go ahead to one of his assistants to begin the search.
In seconds, a trilling sound became noticeable as I saw something familiar.
Projected in 3-D rows to both my left and right were frames containing memories.
So apparently this was the psycho-polygraphic panel Milton was referring to.
Since I had really nothing else to do, my eyes flickered both right and left as I observed the woman and the man glancing through them as they checked my memories, which I was honestly ok about since it was just for safety precautions.
I mean, I surely wouldn't like my brain to be blown out, especially if what Jerry said was true.
I was then distracted from my contemplations when Milton informed me it was time.
"Ok, let's get this show on the road shall we?"
The woman to my right then grabbed a needle in her hand and stuck it into my arm.
Ignoring my mind's plea to look away, I looked straight at it as she plunged it right into my skin.
She gave me a comforting smile as she whispered a single sentence in my ear.
"Trust me, you're gonna have the time of your life."
She seemed to act to a similar fashion of someone else, the woman at the counter to be specific.
Just like at the counter, I felt an uncomfortable wave of regret and anguish wash over me as I tried my best to shake it off.
Just then as she connected the tube to me in which the chemical were to be transferred to, Milton grinned to me as he told me "Have fun Agent Hauser."
I watched the chemical move as if in slow-motion up the tube as I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, preparing myself for what would happen next.
I then heard Milton's voice say one last thing before I felt my eyes begin to flutter shut.
"Happy trails. You can tell me all about it when you get-"
Get what?
"Wait… gah!"
What the-?
My eyes immediately shot open as I looked to Milton.
"Wha- What's going on?" I asked, my breathing increasing as I felt a single droplet of sweat fall down my face in apprehension.
His bewildered expression made my stomach drop as he ordered the lady beside me "Yank that needle out before it takes!"
She immediately ripped it from my arm then unlocked my handcuffs as I sucked in air quickly from the twinge now lingering in my arm.
I quickly pushed my other hand up against the now-bleeding hole in my arm.
Ignoring the pain, I turned to Milton who glared at me fiercely.
"You lied. You son of a-"
"Look!" I yelled, cutting him off as I continued on.
"I don't have a mistress, I don't know what you're talking about!"
He then mumbled in just a barely audible tone, getting louder as he spoke "Holy Christmas nuts, you're a spy… You're a freakin' spy! Gah!"
He then walked over to his desk a few paces over and in seconds had a gun aimed at my head as he yelled "Why are you here? Why?!"
I immediately put my hands up in surrender from the startling action as he pulled back the loading trigger on his pistol in hand, loading the gun.
Just then before anything else could be said, the door I entered the room in was busted open as men in white, armored suits burst inside.
They all had machine guns in hand, pointing them upwards in a ready-to-fire position as one yelled "Federal police!"
The first few police members who entered immediately fired upon the three people around me as Milton turned to them with his gun loaded in hand.
Before he could even pull the trigger once, he was stopped as two men opened fire on him.
He collapsed to the floor, blood slowly oozing out as he dropped the gun.
I then turned my head as I heard a deep roar of agony erupt to my left, followed by a feminine scream of distress to my right.
As the large group of heavily armored police entered the room, they all aimed their guns at me as I now remained the only non-police member in the room.
As a reaction of panic, I pushed myself onto the floor as I quickly stumbled back up to my feet, my hands up in the air as I slowly stood back up.
The man closest to me aimed his weaponized gun at me as he yelled to me.
"Federal police! On your feet now!"
"No, wait! This is all a mistake! It's all- I'm nobody."
"Hands on your head now!"
I began to breathe heavily out of my mouth as I tried to calm down after what just happened.
Moments later, I soon grasped ahold of what they wanted me to do and immediately put my hands on my head.
Just after doing so, he then yelled at me "Turn around, now!"
Without any real hesitation, I complied and did as I was told.
Just then as I heard a gun click behind me, my mind seemed to click.
Before I could even understand what I was doing, I suddenly turned around.
I punched the soldier closest to me as I continued turning, hitting the other person as I saw I only had one more close to me.
Grabbing the person that I just hit, I took him and gripped him from behind as I used my other hand to grab his hand with his pistol in it.
I instantly used that hand and bent it oddly as I kicked the last man who stood closest to me just before shooting him not even a second later.
I then swung his arm in the opposite direction, shooting the other man who I punched on the floor before shooting the other man a second time, sending the two both to their deaths.
I then took the man in my grip, turned him to face me as I forced his hand into pulling the trigger right into his chest.
He screamed in severe pain as I let go, him falling to the floor just mere seconds later.
I then took on the next man who was rapidly advancing towards me.
I quickly punched him as I took him by the next, turned him around in the opposite direction, then turned him to my left to another advancing combatant as I grabbed the gun through his hand.
After pulling the trigger for him, I snapped his neck as I took a few steps towards the next upcoming guard.
I punched him before pushing him down, having him slam into my rising knee as he instantly went limp in my arms.
I gripped him around the neck from behind as I took his machine gun.
While using his body as a shield, I shot the remaining men from left to right, only to shoot him last after my work was done.
Once I watched the last man fall to the floor, my eyes dilated as I realized what I had just done.
I dropped the gun to the floor as I ran my hands through my hair.
My mind seemed to be running on overload as I muttered to myself "Oh my god."
I looked at the result of my actions around me as I took a few steps back in disbelief.
My first reaction after realizing this was to run, so that's exactly what I did.
I ran forwards to the exit, only to stop at the sight of another man in white armor approaching me from around the corner of the hall.
He aimed his gun at me as he fired several rounds.
Luckily for me, I was able to dodge out of the way and put my back against the wall beside the doorframe.
I then heard another group of combat boots hit the hard, smooth floor as I heard several guns click, most likely loading with ammunition.
Just before noticing the control panel to the door on the wall, I heard them holler "Federal police!" as I hit the panel, making the doors both close and lock.
Once the door was shut, I ran back to the main floor of the room, stumbling down the stairs in the process.
As I fell beside one of the men, I picked up his unused pistol from his holster just before a soldier's receiver spoke aloud "Team one, advise. Let me know what's going on in there."
Recognizing the device in which the audio was being transmitted from, I ran over to who I assumed was the team leader as I picked up the walkie-talkie.
It began to speak "Team one, advise! Are you there-?" but was cut off when I smashed the device to the ground, shattering it into pieces.
Just then, I felt a faint breeze brush past me followed by whooshing noise swooping above my head.
I looked to the wall behind me to see a tiny, silver device in the wall spinning rapidly.
Just seconds after it began to spin, it began to launch little, tiny balls all over the room.
Whether it be on the floor, ceiling, walls, or any of the pieces of décor, they all lit up a blue color as they landed on the object.
I put my hands up to my head, shielding me from any of them as I ducked down.
Seconds later, the sound of the launching balls stopped and I slowly looked up from my confined position.
What were now blue, were now a blinking red light as the balls all made a barely audible beeping noise.
Just then, I noticed an odd feeling on my arm.
I looked down and on my left arm was one of those tiny devices.
I looked at it for a few moments before ripping it off my skin, then throwing it to the floor, crushing it with my foot just after doing so.
I then looked to my left at the bodies of people who lied, dead on the floor.
That being seen, an idea immediately came to mind. I crouched down to the closest man, grabbed his belt then moved on to the next and repeated this until I had the belts from over half of the men.
I then put them all in a pile as I took a one of the few grenades from each belt and twisted them, causing them to activate.
Once about a sixth of the grenades were activated, I left the pile of grenades in the middle of the room as I looked around.
To my left I saw a bookshelf.
After thinking for a moment, I flipped it forwards with little effort, causing the backside of it to facing upwards.
Knowing I only had seconds until the grenades would go off, I ran to the side of the room and took shelter behind the wall of the storage room.
The glass above me shattered everywhere as I braced for the impact.
Just when I began to debate whether to leave the room or not, I heard one of the men from the squad yell out "Fall back! Fall back!" giving me my cue to exit.
I quickly ascended the few stairs that led to the room as I took shelter behind one of the pillars in the room.
As I looked at the bookshelf before me, I saw the floor beneath it where the grenades previously sat was revealed.
A hole in the floor from the explosion caused the floor to cave in and the bookshelf that was previously lying flat, now led to the lower level of the building.
Taking a risk, I then ran out into the open, avoiding gun fire as I did so.
Just when I was close enough, I jumped at the shelf and I slid down the backside of it as I rolled across the floor only to fall again, only this time, I would have preferred not to fall down this hole.
The impact from my weight hitting the metal door at the bottom caused it to drop, swinging open as I grabbed ahold of the bar at the end of it.
For a few moments I dangled in mid-air, hanging over what I saw was some homes several thousands of feet in the air as I fought to hang on.
As I looked back up at the room above me, I saw peeking through the hole two soldiers with their guns aimed at me.
Seeing I had no choice, I then swung my weight forwards and let go of the bar, propelling myself forwards just enough to barely grab ahold of a building's outdoor walkway next to me.
With a grunt of effort, I pulled myself up and over the railing and jumped onto the building just a few feet away.
I then ran down the side of the building's roof as I another railing came into view.
That being said, I ran to it, using my arms to launch myself up and over only to fall in the cloth roofing of a shop owner's stand.
Then just to make things worse, the fabric ripped and I fell through, making me crush the wooden stand below me as my force caused the structure to collapse.
After noticing the odd looks from the nearby people and the screaming from the person who most likely owned the shop, I got up and ran in the direction of my house.
In minutes, I arrived at the foot of my door and quickly entered, shutting the door behind me as I did so.
The first thing my eyes laid in contact with was Lindsay's as I saw she was on the phone.
A concerned look was plastered across her face as she disregarded the caller on the other line as she called out to me "Oh my god, Austin!"
She then began to wrap up her phone call, I presumed so she could talk to me.
As she did so, I ran to my desk towards the middle of the room and grabbed my wallet and any money I had left in my drawer and shoved them in my pocket.
By the time I finished doing that, she was off her phone and I ran up to her, giving her a hug as I whispered in her ear "Lindsay, I'm so glad you're here."
She too embraced me in the deep hug as she told me "Of course I'm here. I've been going out of my mind. Where have you been?"
"Something bad happened." I explained as I separated from her, only to move to the closest window for any signs of the police.
As I pushed the blinds of the window to the side to observe the outside world, she told me "Yeah, I know. I just got the call. We've been put on standby-"
"No, you don't understand."
"Understand what? What's going on?"
As she asked this question, I was already looking out the other set of windows as I stopped in place.
I then turned to the television projected on the wall behind her as I ran up to get a closer look.
Though the TV was on mute, the pictures and videos from the event I just caused were shown.
It said underneath that twenty people we're confirmed dead and it showed the damages from the scene.
Just then, I turned the volume up to a low level as the news caster explained the situation.
"From what is now being described as a terrorist attack, a solitary gunman opened fire on a squadron of federal police at the Rekall Lounge in downtown Fremont. We are still awaiting word on precisely how many casualties there are, but officials are now confirming that at least twenty officers have been killed or injured."
Most likely seeing that what happened was more serious than believed, Lindsay came up in front of me and asked "Austin, what happened?"
I averted my eyes from the TV as I looked down to face her as I began to explain.
"Lindsay, it wasn't the Resistance who killed these sentries. It wasn't the terrorists…"
After taking a deep breath to help calm myself, I then told her "It was me."
A small, forced smirk appeared on her face as an eyebrow went up at me.
She looked at me in uncertainty as she asked again "Wait, what was you?"
"Lindsay, I'm the one who killed them!"
She then glanced at the TV for a second, reading the small side note I read earlier about the amount of kills confirmed when she then asked moments later "You killed twenty armed men?"
"No, it was more like ten-"
"But you killed them?" she asked again, cutting me off from responding before I could even speak.
"With what honey, you're book?"
"Look, Lindsay, I'm serious-" I began as I gripped her shoulders, gripping her with a tighter grip than preferred.
She then removed my hands from her shoulders as she jerked away, taking a step back as she told me "Austin you're scaring me!"
Understanding that I was being a bit frantic, I took a breath as I told her "Lindsay, this is gonna sound pretty crazy, but you have to believe me. I went to Rekall after work-"
"What?! What did they do to you?" she asked, worry written across her face as she eyed me with an extremely big amount of alarm.
"Nothing. I sat in the chair, they hooked me up, and before they could do anything, the police burst in. They tried to take me and I just… reacted… and killed them."
She then shook her head side to side, taking a few steps closer to me as she put my head in her hands.
She looked me deep in the eye as she they explained to me "Listen, Austin, you didn't kill anyone."
"No, trust me. I killed them."
"No honey, don't you see? Whatever you think you did had nothing to do with any of this. Those morons screwed with your mind and now you're having some kind of a paranoid delusion."
After hearing her say this, I seemed to calm down at the fact that she was probably right.
Though it seemed so real, I knew it was plausible.
"Whatever it is that happened, we're going to get through it. Okay?"
I then muttered "Ok." in response as she then motioned me into a hug.
Listening to her, I wrapped my arms around her tightly as I felt her wrap both arms around my neck.
I then felt her grip constrict to a deadly level as I couldn't breathe anymore.
I felt the blood rush to my head as I managed to choke out seconds later "Lindsay, I can't breathe."
My vision soon began to falter as I began to slowly lose consciousness.