The Other One(STOPPED WRITING)

Chapter 77: Grumpy..?

I have no idea where I'm going, or who I even am. I was told my name is Sarah Adams, but why can't I remember a single thing that happened before I woke up? I woke up in a terribly unsanitary cell, with a random guy hovering over me. He knows who I am, somehow. He told me who I am, but it's so confusing. My head hurts, too, which is making everything worse.
I must be staring, because the guy named Loki taps me on the shoulder.
"Are you alright?" He asks. I know he means well to ask, but I wanted to ask if he's alright. He looks like he's been through a lot.
"I think." I answer.
I wish I could remember who he was, or who any body here was. I just see faces that don't seem familiar. They're new to me.
He nods, and looks down. He's doing this weird thing with his hands, almost as though he's nervous or stressed. I don't know.
"Well, then, that's good." He mutters.
I wanted to ask how he knew me, but it seems weird to ask. What if they were all lying? They don't look like they are, though.
I mean, they came all this way on this weird ship, just for me. That has to mean something, right?

I look out the window of this ship, and just stare out. What else would I do the whole time? I didn't even know where I was going. I reach my hand up to the window, but scare myself a bit as I realize my hand wasn't really my hand. It was metal.
"What the hell?" I whisper.
"Your arm is metal because Hydra took your actual one from you..." Loki mutters.
How does he know? I wish I knew.
"Why?" I ask. Maybe he knows.
"They needed you to be a weapon for them." He answers.
Well, that's definitely not the answer I was expecting. Who would want to make someone a weapon? Isn't that was guns are for?
"That's not at all terrifying." I mention, sarcastically.
And I haven't heard it yet, but it sounds familiar. He chuckles at the sarcasm. Why does it sound like I've heard it before? I mean, he knows me, but I have no idea who he is.
"So," I begin, "How do you guys know me?"
He sighs, and frowns, "We've all met each other before, but Hydra took your memories from you."
"Oh," I mutter, "So I'll never know what happened before all this?"
This wasn't so lucky for me. I would never know.
"Not exactly. When you were, well, aware of what happened before this happened, you were slowly remembering things."
Oh?
That's good news, I suppose.
"How long will it take for me to remember everything that happened?" I wonder.
"That's the problem. I don't know."
I sigh, and look back out the window. If I was remembering things slowly, before, wouldn't it be even harder now? I mean, I had memories to remember then, but now I need to know all that I remembered, and the memories I made. It's confusing to even think about.
"Here, take this," he says, handing me a letter, "Perhaps this will trigger a memory?"
I take the note from his hands, and unfold the paper. On it, was a whole note that filled the page. And it was signed by me. I must've written it.
I read the letter, and now I'm even more confused. But not all confused, I guess. Now I know why this guy was so upset to find out I had no clue who he was. I loved him? Wouldn't I remember that? Wouldn't I remember love? It's weird though, because I kind of can. When I'm even looking at this guy, I feel like I somehow know him. I just have that feeling that won't go away. I feel some sort of connection. I can't trace that feeling back to a memory, though.
I look up from the letter, and see how desperate he looks for me to remember something. His eyes say it all, really. That must be why I feel so much guilt rushing over me. I wanted to be who I used to be, even if I have no idea who that is.
"I'm sorry." I say, looking back down at the letter.
He lets out a small sigh, "Don't be. I didn't expect you to remember so soon."
But he hoped I would.
I read the last paragraph of the letter, and finally the last sentence.
"Oh, and Loki? Don't get too grumpy," I read.
Grumpy.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, I see something.
"He's not an actual spider, Grumpy." I joke.
"Who's grumpy?" He asks.
"You are, now."
"Oh, please."
What the fuck was that?
Loki's eyes narrow, "Are you alright?"
"Yeah, yeah I am. I just saw something." I answer.
He sits up a bit, "What did you see?"
"I didn't see anybody, but I was in a room, and I was talking to someone, I think..."
"What were you talking about?"
"Something about someone not being a spider, and a guy named Grumpy? Who.. who's that?" I ask, curious.
He smiles. I don't know if he's in this memory, but he must be.
"The person who's not a spider would be him." Loki says, pointing to a boy in a spider-like suit.
Then why
the hell does he dress like one?
"And who's this Grumpy guy?" I ask.
He looks down, and smiles, "That would be me." He answers.
"I thought your name was Loki?"
"It is... but, you nicknamed me Grumpy."
"Why?" I chuckle.
He didn't seem grumpy.
"I couldn't even answer that one," He says, "I don't know what made you call me Grumpy."
"Me either, you don't seem grumpy."
I hope I remember more about this guy. He seems to really like me, even if I don't know him. Because I did know him, according to him... and everybody else.