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Chapter Four - Alyx

Getting her memory taken away, waking up in the middle of a forest, only having two items on her and covered in tattoos and scars, was not her idea.

At first, it was fine. She earned money by helping out the fire and police department with catching criminals and saving people, helping ones in need and stopping robberies and muggings.

And then the monsters begin to attack. She didn't remember the names at all, but some were half-snakes and half-human, some were giants and others were too hard to explain, mostly because they were fast and disappeared as soon as she sliced them.

Weird part: she couldn't get hurt. No matter what, if they clawed her or hit her, their claws or hands would shatter and she'd be unaffected by it. Her clothes ripped of course.

Then she met Carlos. Thanks to her fast reflexes and good eyes, she spotted him as soon as she blasted through that wall. She had landed in front of him, grabbed him and lifted him into the air and then pushed him behind her to protect him. And like a hero, passed out in front of him.

And then when she came to, she found him lying on the desk in the room she was in, asleep and looking like an angel. Seriously. His curly black hair was neatly kept, his skin sun-kissed and dark freckles were prominent on his face. To say the least, he was incredibly cute and handsome. So she just stared at him until he woke up and freaked out.

And finally, meeting Silena and Charles. Something tugged on the back of her brain, like a memory trying to grasp the names and remember. Then it disappeared as soon as it came.

To say the least again, she was ticked off. But she hid it so that way Carlos or Pearl (who was like an absolute sweetheart) wouldn't get scared or think of her wrongly.

Friday morning, checking the time read 5:00. She took a hot shower, using the scentless soap. She dressed in black jeans and a black skin tight tank top, pulling on her socks and slightly combing her hair before heading downstairs. She started to cook, making eggs and toast and bacon. She heard the shower turn on, signaling that Carlos was awake. She got a plate out, setting it down and moving around.

"What are you doing awake?" She looked over to see him yawning, rubbing his eyes. He came in the kitchen and sat down.

"I couldn't sleep." She replied, setting the plate in front of him and getting a fork.

"Oh." He glanced at the food. "You cook?" She nodded.

"Yeah, I used to cook all the time for the firefighters and cops." He picked up his fork and cut into the eggs, taking a bite. His eyes widened and a small blush erupted across his freckle covered cheeks.

"Oh wow…" He moaned. The blush darkened and he patted his lips with his napkin. "Sorry."

"It's okay." She smiled and went back to finishing up cooking. "I made your family breakfast so Silena doesn't need to stress over it."

"Thanks, Alyx…" She turned and smiled at him, then served her plate and sat across from him. He devoured the food, sighing in happiness as he leaned back.

"Man that was good…" He licked his lips, eyeing the bacon on the stove before blushing and getting up, picking up his plate and setting it in the sink.

"There's an extra piece or two if you want it." She said, wondering why he was acting so weird.

"No, no. Pearl and Dad will probably want them so." He glanced at them again. "I'm gonna go brush my teeth." He quickly left. She frowned, finishing her food and leaving a note, since they wouldn't be up for a while. She quietly walked up the stairs, spotting him in the bathroom, sighing and putting his toothbrush away, a frown on his face.

"You okay?" She asked, making him jump.

"U-Uh… Y-Yeah!" He quickly ran into his room, shutting the door then coming back out with his backpack.

"I'm going to walk you to school." She said. "Wait for me."

"You don't have to-"

"It's early and dark, lemme come." He pursed his lips, his blue eyes dull.

"Fine…" She brushed her teeth, going into the room she was staying in and pulling on her gloves, making sure Riptide was in her pocket. Then she followed him downstairs, pulling on her shoes and hoodie. He did the same, looking a bit annoyed but letting her out and then locking up the house.

She breathed in the air.

"Ah…" She sighed. Fresh snow covered the ground, the sun barely in the sky at the moment, but she could tell it'd be one of those days; sunny and slightly warm. But at the moment, it was freezing. They walked down the sidewalk, silence in the air. She glanced at him. He wore loose jeans and a loose hoodie, his hands stuffed in his hoodie pockets.

"Are you shy about your body or something?" She asked suddenly without thinking. He scowled.

"Yes."

"Why?"

"I'm fat."

"No you're not." She furrowed her eyebrows. Why would he think he was fat?

"Yes, I am." He looked at the ground. "I have way too much fat on me."

"You're not fat, Carlos."

"Yes I am."

She grabbed his shoulders, startling him.

"One, you're not fat. You have meat on you, but that's muscle, not fat. Two, if anyone calls you fat, knee them in the crotch as hard as you can. Same goes for someone who's hitting on you." He turned red.

"I've never hurt anybody in my life." She shrugged, squeezing his shoulders gently.

"We'll make it work."

Once they got to the school, she patted his curls.

"Remember, knee anyone in the crotch." He deadpanned.

"Uh, thanks…" She nodded.

"I'll pick you up after school." She patted his head, turned and started to walk away.

"A-Alyx?" He said. She turned a bit, seeing him fidgeting with his jeans. "Can we talk more after school?"

"Sure." She smiled and walked around the corner.

She went back to the house, seeing the cars in the driveway gone. She frowned and headed toward the ocean, something that comforted her most. She stood on a hill that overlooked the ocean, the Golden Gate Bridge covered in fog, morning mist overlaying on the water. Sailboats, cruise ships and fishermen boats were docked.

She pulled out Riptide, the only thing other than the dagger that was connected to who she really was. She shut her eyes, hoping something would come to her if she said it.

Please, send me something. Anything. A clue maybe.

Of course.

Nothing. She sighed, putting the pen in her pocket and raising her eyes to the sky. She closed her eyes as a breeze went by, cool and smelling like salt water.

Jackson…

Her eyes snapped open, looking around. A woman's voice said it. Jackson? Who in the world is that?

"Who's Jackson?" She asked, immediately feeling like she sounded stupid.

Silence.

She scowled, clenching her fists, about to turn around when it happened again.

Poor thing… Just like her father…

"What? Who's my father?" Whoever was speaking to her made a tsk-tsk sound.

That wouldn't be fun if I told you, now would it? I want to see you suffer, Alyx Perseus Jackson… I hope you do, so please, do a little quest and see how much you impress me. The woman laughed and everything settled down.

She roamed downtown until it was time to get Carlos, but the woman's laugh rung in her mind. So there was her full name. Alyx Perseus Jackson. She wondered who named her that. She wondered who her parents were.

Carlos was trying to avoid people at the pickup, ducking under people and maneuvering around them. She had to admit it, he was fast and flexible. Once a guy swung around to say hello to a girl, nearly hitting Carlos in the face but he quickly ducked and spotted her, taking up a jog. Some people gave her weird looks like yesterday, but she ignored them. He was about 7 feet away when the guy from yesterday and a few other guys surrounded him, blocking his path. She scowled and started walking toward them quietly, making people part away, gulping and shrinking. Carlos was visibly trembling, his eyes widening when Andrew, she believed his name was, lowered his hand and touched dangerously close to his bottom.

She tapped a guy's shoulder, making him turn. She smiled at him, like she did yesterday, tilting her head.

"Excuse me, that's my friend you're harassing." She said. Andrew sneered. Something about him nerved her ever since yesterday. He gave off a smell, sweet almost but at the same time sinister.

"And if I don't?" He lowered his hand, making Carlos stiffen, his blush overtaking his freckles. She narrowed her eyes.

"Take your hand off him. Now." Her tone lowered dangerously, taking on something that had struck fear into the criminals she caught.

Apparently it didn't work on him.

Carlos squeaked and covered his mouth, his eyes tearing up. That made her snap. She lunged, slamming her fist into his face and knocking him back a few feet, making people scatter. His gooney's backed away.

Andrew got up, spitting, a bruise forming on his cheek.

"A-Alyx, n-n-not here…" Carlos whimpered, grabbed her arm gently. Andrew grinned, black blood running down his chin.

"See, this is what happens when you don't obey Master."

"Master?" She asked, raising her eyebrow. Andrew lunged, his fingernails sprouting into claws, aiming for her chest. Carlos tugged on her arm.

"Alyx, dodge!" He cried. She narrowed her eyes, and Andrew's claws racked across her chest, then he howled, falling to the ground and putting his hands to his chest, panting. His eyes had dilated, his skin taking on a tiger like look.

"W-What in the world?" Carlos said, absolutely terrified now. Andrew's gooneys also sprouted claws, surrounding her and him. She backed up, keeping her arms outstretched to prevent him from getting out her grasp. She felt him trembling, and she didn't blame him. Andrew stood, snarling. By now, high schoolers were screaming and trying to get back inside, staying as far away as possible. She pulled out Riptide, making them slightly recoil, scowling at the blade.

It occurred to her that they've seen this blade before.

"You will perish." Andrew growled, lunging and raking his claws. She raised her sword upward, and his claws were sliced off. He wailed and with one more slice to his middle he evaporated in black smoke. The other monsters hesitated.

"Well?" She said. "I'm waiting." They backed off.

"We'll make sure you suffer." One hissed, and they vanished in puffs of smoke. She scowled, capping her sword and turning to Carlos, who still looked terrified and embarrassed.

"Come on, let's go home." She wrapped her arm around his shoulders, blocking the view for noisy people, and led him away.

When they were walking down the sidewalk, the same one they met on, he started to cry. She stopped and hugged him.

"It's okay…"

"I-I'm such a coward!" He sobbed into her shirt. "S-Second time I get groped. I cowered when they attacked! I'm so pathetic!" She rubbed his back, and then gently pushed him back, cupping his cheek and wiping his eye lid with her finger. He sniffled, leaning into her hand, tears falling down his cheeks.

"It's not your fault, Carlos…" She said gently. "You're not at fault at all." She sighed. "I brought this upon you and your family, so I'm at fault." He flicked his beautiful blue eyes up to her.

"You saved me again…" He whimpered. She ran her finger across his eye lid again, making his eyes flutter.

"And I plan to do it again and again."

To Be Continued...