Hello lovelies! I know it's been forever since I even mentioned DS, but I promise I have been working on it.

Since a big project of mine that was school-related and involved a lot of my free time is finally done, I am now able to focus more on my writing.

And because my co-written project is put on a shelf for December, that also gives me a lot of extra writing time.

All this week I will be writing various chapters, promised (but tragically late) one-shots, and other things that I hope get posted Friday night through Sunday night. Basically, all this weekend will be writing updates for me.

Lucky for you guys, that starts with a new chapter of DS!

I hope to have this finished with at least twelve chapters and a short, but somehow meaningful epilogue.

Like usual, a recap and more information on my writing will be in the bottom A/N.

Okay, I'll shut up now.

"Davenport hit me with his car?" is what I manage to say, because it's the most shocking thing to me, surprisingly.

Leo's eyebrows shoot up. "Huh, the visions are more frequent; that's a good thing."

Between us, Bree groans. "Accident..." she whispers, her voice a pant as she struggles for breath.

My stomach clenches as she continues to wheeze. It's brief, but an image flashes before my eyes-a broad body, sprawled on cement ground with a leg oozing a dark stream. My voice cried out to him, but it's gone before I reach out and grasp it.

Was that guy the one I am looking for? The last piece of my team?

You're team is bigger now, a voice rebels in my head. It's quiet, but factual. I frown. Mysterious voices and bloody images are the last thing I need.

Bree gives another moan, her mouth opening as if she wants to say something else.

"I'd save my breath if I were you," Leo warns his sister. He must have heard her intake of breath."They probably know you're awake by now and I don't know how much time we have."

Bree's mouth closes, but she doesn't look too happy about it.

"What are we going to do?" I ask him, because I stumble around this, clueless, robbed of any value I could've offered.

Leo's face screws up in a smirk and he meets my general direction. I meet his sightless, milky-eyed gaze."Oh, the irony. Our mission leader is asking for help."

{~~~~~~~~}

I don't sleep that night.

Leo's even breaths and my thoughts fill the cavernous space of our cell.

We need a plan. And soon.

Leo's words strike a cord in me, and that cord still hums in movement hours later. Bree, Leo Adam—they don't need me. They need the guy who their father nearly killed with his car; the one they look up to as a mission leader. I am not that guy. That guy vanished with his memories of that summer, leaving behind his shell and past.

My family—what has happened to them? Is my little sister safe? Does my mother still read Aubrey to sleep when she's scared at night? Does my father still smell like coffee and bleach when he gets home from work? Do they know what happened to me that summer? Or are they blissfully ignorant to what has been done to their only son?Are they even my family? Or is my team and this man they trust their life with my new one? I can have both, can't I? I'm almost sure the me that remembers would have known how to do that, but I can hardly recall my full name when they load me with drugs.

How can I possibly ever be a team leader again with a gaping part of me missing? I sigh, staring at the ceiling of me cell. So many questions, so many mysteries, and no answers, too many dead ends.

I turn, putting my back to the wall.

Maybe I am the problem. I could be asking all the wrong questions, and the answers to the right ones are staring me in the face, laughing at my stupidity.

What did Leo say earlier? He heard something. Something about a son.

Maybe he is the key. The key to freedom; the key to my memories. After all, a kid is the weakness to every parent.

A parent who cares, anyway.

It would be sad if my parent didn't care.

I shudder, and flip onto my stomach again, burying my face into the dirtiness of the cot.

I must have had reasons to stay with my team. What if those reasons involved my parents not caring? Not wanting my presence, not wanting how their son's day was or what they did with who.

They took away a lot more than the things They wanted to hide.

They took away my answers—the answers that unlocked all the reasons why I was where I am now.

Why would They do that?

What importance could I hold to them?

I flip again, this time on my side so I would've been staring at Leo if I could see them in the dark.

What did he do? What could someone as good as they come like Leo do to be robbed of his permission to see?

What did my team do? What did we, as a unit, a team, allies in a war that fights all around me, do to deserves where we are now? Do we know who we're working for—or were working for?

The thud in my chest and ache in my stomach convinces me I would trust these three with my life. But the voice in my head—so stoic and commanding - brings nothing but a chill to my bones, a coldness that seeps into my blood stream.

I don't care anymore.

Whatever risks I have to take, I'm doing them; no questions asked.

This clueless fog I am forced to sulk in is driving me crazy.

I need answers.

And soon.

{~~~~~~~~}

I sleep enough hours to count on one hand. They are full of nightmares and doubts, darkness and shadows that frustrate me to no end.

I wake up to Leo's empty cot and my hair damp with sweat and grime.

My heart is too loud in the small space of the this shitty cramped cell. I stand from my cot. I walk six paces exactly to the right, turn on my heel, worn shoes rubbing friction against the filthy cement floor, then walk six paces to my left.

I do this again and again and again. My heart slows, my thoughts calmly sort themselves out. But unfortunately, the calm pattern of my paces doesn't get rid of the tormenting images in my head.

My sister, sobbing her heart out as thunder storm rages on outside her bedroom window, blood dripping down her face and limbs from unexplainable injuries; my parents, locked up and restrained somewhere cold, the life draining out of them; someone my mind screamed was my brother, repeatedly beaten and drugged, looking up at the world with lifeless eyes.

I don't have a brother.

Or do I?

I groan, wishing to slam my fists over and over again in the cement walls that lock me in. Wishing to tear apart the bars that serve as my windows to Them as they pass.

Minutes later—or maybe hours, who knows in this damned place except the ones who holds all the cards?—Leo is dragged back in, roughly released as the gray, baggy faced man shows himself out.

I watch his figure as it disappears from my sight, his hunched figure and slow, clomping footsteps burned into my brain.

They walk like zombies.

Drugged zombies.

I shudder at the thought. There are so many of us here; could They be walking pictures of our future? Or are there worse things in store for me? For us?

"I passed by the room again," Leo says.

I frown, stopping.

"The office with the boss guy and his kid in it," Leo reminds me. "They are definitely the key."

I bark a humorless laugh. "The key to what?"

Leo's face twists up. "I don't know."

I can tell by the bitterness that sweeps in his voice that he doesn't like admitting that.

I sigh and sit back on my cot.

Right when I woke up one of Them—a withered woman with blank eyes and a missing front tooth—walked in to claim that General Whitman was away and would not be meeting with me today.

I bit back the snap that wanted to correct her. I could hardly call locking me in a room for hours with that screaming idiot a meeting, but I wasn't going to be the stupid one to go against them and land myself a punishment worse than what I suffer through now.

But if Leo can find his way to the office he passes where the voices come from as well as he can lead me to Bree's room, this could work in our favor. I don't see how much it could, because we are clueless to when the room is empty and whose office it is exactly, but still, it's better than what we had days ago.

Lunch comes after I relay a plan of sorts to Leo, an action that oddly enough doesn't provide any emotion from one of Them as we sit closely to each other Leo's cot, bony, weak shoulders brushing against each other as they set our trays on the ground in front of us with a clatter.

They have already proven themselves to hear and speak, but their words are clipped and edgy, like a script they say over and over again, no matter what.

I decide this. A plan forms quick and smoothly in my head, coming to me the moment I catch the lady ( from this morning, oddly enough).

"Excuse me," I say, making my voice loud and clear.

The lady turns, staring at me with empty, blank eyes. "Yes?"

I grab Leo by his shirtfront and kiss him.

It's a quick, simple touch and I pull away, releasing him within three seconds time. Leo freezes as I drop him back on the couch.

The lady doesn't even bat an eye. "All questions and confession will be given to your mentor."

Mentor? For god sakes.

When she walks out of the room and the bar close behind her with a rusty slam, Leo sucks in a breath and stares in what he assumes is my general direction. "Dude, what the hell was that?"

I stand in front of him, grinning. "They have the same thing drilled into their head. I think They are plagued with simulators so that They say exactly what their boss wants them to."

"And suddenly raping my face proved that how?"

I roll my eyes, shoving his shoulder. "Dude, chill. I hardly even touched you. When I did that, though, she didn't even bat an eye."

"Maybe she's cool with gays. You don't know."

"Irrelevant!" I insist. "Either way, these freaks don't show emotion. They only react to what they're programmed to react to."

"So?" Leo says, still not having the pieces click.

I roll my eyes. "So we find the most uncommon way possible to get ourselves to that office to get the information we need."

"And that would be?"

I pause. "Ah, I still don't know yet. But, it's better than where we were last night so I'm gonna go with it."

So, I finally managed to finish this chapter. I know it's pretty short, but I think it worked out pretty well considering my laptop situation sucks ass and I literally had no time to write this, so.

As for story news, I am planning two new Mighty Med one-shots, very possibly a Liv and Maddie one-shot, a second chapter to my DWAB story, and maybe the beginning to my A&A story.

I know, I'm a busy, busy bee. But hey, it works out. I can't promise any updates earlier than this weekend, but I'll try my hardest.

Reviews are cool.