So I was randomly searching stuff online and I came across an interesting post. Apparently Piers didn't lose his arm O.O I played the campaign in Chris' POV so honestly, I'm not sure because the entire time my mouth was open from shock and I was cringing from the awfulness of the entire situation….so I can't necessarily say what happened, after thinking about it. Also, last I remembered….it was Piers' left arm that was severed…. I ask my boyfriend and he was no help. But yeah, another chapter.

(It was his right arm. Found out through Google pics . )

Chapter 5

Piers closed the door behind him once they were in a motel room. He double locked the door and ran over to the windows. He closed the blinds and turned on a small lamp. Then he sat Chris down on the side of the bed. Piers climbed on the bed, taking his back pack off, and quickly took off the grey t-shirt he was wearing.

Chris looked at him confusingly as he watched all of this play out in in front of him.

Piers looked up at Chris again and started, "I woke up in a facility where I'm not exactly sure where it is currently. I can't tell you the entire story because I only remember certain parts. " Piers took a deep breath and started talking again, "I remember waking up on a table somewhere being strapped down. I'm not sure what they were doing but, I sometimes have flashbacks and they usually fill me in what happened in the facility. I'm not sure why my memory is so fuzzy, but between me escaping from the place and meeting you , something happened which erased all of my memories of the place. Everything is so foggy to me. I remember you but I don't remember the small details. I remember the times we spent together in Edonia and China, but I don't remember the minor details."

Chris arch a brow and asked, "What do you mean by minor details?"

Piers thought about it because he wasn't all too sure himself. He was just guessing that there could be things that he doesn't remember but they weren't big enough for him to notice. "For example, I don't remember the name of the virus we were battling against, or I don't remember any of our comrades' names."

"But you remember me, you remember my name?"

Piers glared at Chris. "It's only fair that I remember the name of the guy I sacrificed myself for."

"Well…" Chris sighed. "That makes sense. Continue."

"Well, I was in pretty bad shape. I remember feeling the virus spreading over my body. Body parts stopped functioning the way they were supposed to, and I felt slimy all over. They kept on sticking needles into me and doing a lot of tests. I lost count after a while. I stopped caring too. I just wanted to die. What was the point in everything when I just kept on falling in and out of sleep all day? And being experimented on at their expense? But, one day, I apparently met the chairman. I only remember his voice and a female's voice. He was yelling at someone about something. I don't remember much, but I do remember they wanted to 'upgrade' me, by making a brand new me. They cut off my arm because that was the main reason why they couldn't progress in their experimentation. My mutated arm would take over anything that was dispense into my body. Then they reapplied a mechanical arm, that didn't react well with my body at all. After injecting me with a billion syringes and excruciatingly slow days that probably eventually turned into weeks, I became to what I am today. I am still 'unstable'. Or so I heard from their conversations. I don't necessarily understand much of what they were talking about."

Piers, opened up his backpack and poured everything out of it. Out came out the handgun, some clips, a brown envelope, and a black plastic box. "This brown envelope supposedly explains everything about me. But I only understand certain parts of it, but majority of the times, I can never finish reading it before I have another flashback to the facility." Piers opened the black box and showed the leftover syringes he had left. "And this is what I have to inject myself every two weeks. But I don't know if that's an educated guess or a definite fact. They would put me through these tests in order to test my improved abilities. I don't necessarily understand any of them myself, or what they are trying to achieve with me, but I just feel jacked up all together. And I would have severe symptoms too, and I'm not sure if that's from the lack of medicine in my system or because of the medicine in my system."

Chris looked down at everything and processing all of the information he just heard. He picked up the envelope and pulled out the papers. This was a lot to process. It was a detailed report on everything that probably happened to him so far. There were pictures of him and even drawings. The only problem was that it was in a different language. "You were able to understand this?"

"No, the pictures explain everything to me."

"I don't even think I know this language…"

"Neither do I. It doesn't look familiar at all."

Chris looked up at Piers who was now leaning back against the headboard of the bed. He looked tired and mainly calm. Then he finally noticed that he was shirtless. Chris looked over at his right arm. "…So that's the new arm they gave you."

Piers looked down at it. He balled his right hand into a fist. "…Yeah, it is. I heard that it was integrated with my heart and my nervous system. That's the most I was able to comprehend from them."

Besides the healing scars and stitches on his chest, Piers looked completely normal. "Does it bother you now?"

"I experience chest pains from time to time…" Piers looked away at the closed blind window. The room was dark, except for the area where the small lamp was illuminating.

"How are you feeling?"

"Does it matter? …You should call Jill, she might be in danger."

Chris jumped at the realization and pulled out his phone. He opened his wife's contact and pushed the send button. The phone rang three times before she picked up. "Chris? Are you alright?" Chris could hear the worry and panic in her voice.

"Jill, what's wrong? Did something happened?"

"Did something happened?! The house was destroyed! The neighbors called and told me that someone broke into our house and ransacked through the entire place. I came home immediately after finding out. The police are here. I don't understand why would someone do this? Where are you?"

Chris looked over at Piers momentarily. "I-I went out for a bit and am on my way back home. Stay there and don't move. I'm a little ways out, but I'll be there shortly."

"Okay… I'll wait here. Be safe alright?"

"I will."

"Bye." Chris ended the call with Jill and looked back up to Piers.

Piers sighed and placed everything back into his bag. "Well, I guess we won't see each other from this point on."

Chris swallowed and thought for a moment. "Come with me."

Piers' gave him a bewildered look and said, "Are you crazy? I'm not going back there. The longer I stick around, the more chance of you getting hurt. Forget about me. Go back to your wife."

"Piers, you can start your life over."

"What life is there to start over when I'm dead?"

"Stop it! Stop being so negative and just… just look at the positive here. Yes, there are people after you, but you can't run for the rest of your life."

"No, but I can run far enough where they won't find me ever again. Being here and being with you won't accomplish any of that unless you're willing to do the same for me. I'm not dead. So relax and pretend I don't exist anymore. That's the only smart thing to do."

"I absolutely refuse to believe in that."

"Theres no other option. I'm not the same Piers who you use to know. I'm not your partner anymore. We don't have to look out for each other anymore."

"… I'm still worried about you."

Piers glared at Chris. "Get over it." Piers got up and swiftly put his bag on his back and secured the straps tightly. "Go back home and act like I don't exist. I'll be fine. Live your happy life. It's what you deserve." Piers started to walk out of the room.

Chris got up and grabbed Piers wrist. "Is that it? Just get over it?" Chris walked around and stood in front of him. "How hard is it to believe that I care about you? You act like we never worked together."

Piers looked away from Chris and explained, "Just because we work together doesn't mean we have to care for each other."

Chris looked at the man in front of him and finally realized just how broken he was. There was a lot going through his head, and Chris wasn't too sure where the problems begins. Piers was shutting down and building up a wall. A wall that made Chris feel… helpless. Chris felt…heartbroken, realizing just how much pain Piers much be feeling right now. No family…no friends…. Chris turned Piers head in order to face him. "Whether you want to believe it or not, I really do care about you Piers. If you want to leave… then go. But, I don't want you going out there alone. I don't want you to feel like you're alone." Chris placed his hand on his shoulder and gave him a reassuring squeeze. "I want to be here to support you Piers whether it means putting myself in danger or not."

Piers heart fluttered at Chris' sincerity. He didn't want to leave his ex-captain behind, but dammit… He didn't want to be the reason why he'd get hurt. Piers breath hitched at the contact Chris made with his shoulder….and his heart beat faster at the reassuring squeeze. He wanted to believe and not run away, but Piers knew it was the right thing to do. He knew that by staying he would be putting him and his family in danger. Piers felt light headed all of a sudden and closed his eyes.

Chris noticed Piers growing pale. Chris called out his name and held him up, "Piers!"

Piers opened his eyes immediately and looked around like he was lost. "What happened?"

"It looked like you were about to pass out."

Piers shook his head as it clicked in. "Oh, right, I was leaving. Thanks for your concern but I have to go." Piers started to walk around Chris, but Chris held him back.

"Woah there buddy. After what just happened, I'm not letting you out of my sight."

Piers sighed heavily. "Let me go Chris."

"When was the last time you ate something?"

"I'm not hungry."

"I didn't ask that."

"I said I'm not hungry. Can you let me go and leave me the hell alone? I'm not interested and want to be left alone."

"You're coming back with me."

Piers was starting to feel irritated with this argument. Piers tried pushing Chris off of him, but Chris picked him up in a heartbeat and Piers yelped at the sudden movement. "Let go of me!"

"You're coming with me, whether you like it or not. Now you don't have a choice." Chris opened the door to the hotel room and was met with a spring cool breeze."

"So instead of respecting my wishes you decide to kidnap me?"

"No, Piers. I'm not kidnapping you."

"Then what the hell do you call this?!"

"Trying to prevent you from killing yourself, slowly."

"You think I can't take care of myself?"

"Honestly no. I think you're mentally and physically incapable of taking care of yourself right now."

The nerve of this guy. "Fuck you!"

"Being an ass won't convince me otherwise Piers. Dammit!" Chris looked around in the parking lot realizing that he left his car back at the cemetery.

Piers rolled his eyes. "Looks who's incapable of taking care of themselves now?"

"Are you ever going to shut up?"

Piers sighed. "Put me down."

"No."

"I promise I won't run away! I'll even get us a car…"

Chris looked around to see if anyone was outside with them. Once he verified this, he put Piers down. "How are you going to do that?"

Piers pulled out a knife from his pocket and walked over to a volkswagon. First he tried to the locks.

Chris looked at Piers confusedly. "What are you doing?"

"I'm getting us a car." Once he realized the doors wouldn't open, he pulled out a bobby pin to unlock the door.

"But… you're stealing a car."

"No shit Sherlock." Once he was able to unlock the door he got in, in order to hot wire the car. "Are you coming, or are you going to stand out there all day getting your panties in a bunch?" The car finally started and Piers closed the door.

Chris growled and got into the passenger side of the volks wagon. Piers smiled and looked over at him, "Glad you can join me captain."

Chris shook his head and closed the passenger side door. "Just take me home so we can figure out what the hell is going on."

"Whatever." Piers backed out of the parking space and started to drive back to Chris' house.

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So, heres another chapter! Lol. Read and review. Hope you enjoyed lol. . Starting this chapter was hard, but ending it was pretty fun. Can't wait to start writing the next.