The Other One(STOPPED WRITING)

Chapter 78: Before it happened..

They dragged me into a room. I didn't want them to wipe my memories, but I knew that's what was about to happen. Hopefully, one day, I'll remember. I mean, I've been remembering things slowly already. The only difference now, is that I needed to remember my past and my very recent past. It doesn't make a lot of sense when I say it, I know, but it's just different this time.
"Sit down." One of the guards says, as he pushes me onto the chair. I mean, it's not exactly like I wasn't going to sit. What was the point in saying 'sit down' if your just going to be forced to sit down anyways?
They strap me to the chair, and soon, my father comes walking in. Great.
"You remember how this works, don't you? Or can you still not remember anything." He says, putting on a fake frown.
"I remember.." I mutter, quietly.
"Well, unfortunately for you, you won't very soon."
Yeah, I kind of figured.
"Turn it on." He tells one of the guards.
Before he actually starts it, I have to ask him something. I mean, it's not like he was actually going to answer me, but I had to try.
"What made you like this?" I mutter, "You were my dad. You used to love me."
It seemed like he did, anyways. Recently, I didn't mention it to Loki, I remembered something that included him. I was sitting in the living room, probably around thanksgiving time, and he was sitting next to me reading the newspaper, while I watched the black and white television. He was talking to me about something, but he actually smiled at me and hugged me. He cared about me, at one point. So what made him change?
"Dear, the world isn't like the fairytales you used to read. Not everyone gets a happy ending, and not everybody lives a perfect life. You should start to realize that." He says, standing in front of me.
Well, I don't exactly remember reading the fairytales, but I get the idea.
"But that doesn't answer my question. Please answer it. I'm going to forget anyways." I say, genuinely. I wanted to know.
He stays silent, not answering me. He probably didn't even have a real reason, he just loved to torture people.
"Why me?" I ask.
He killed my mom and my brother. What made me different? Why did I get to live through this?
"Darling, I didn't love anybody. I didn't love your mother nor your brother. But you were different. You had potential for too much, so I helped you by making you a part of Hydra."
"Well, I sure do wish you pulled that trigger when you put the gun to my head, instead."
"And why would I waste that potential?"
I shrug, "And why do you think it was okay to end lives that loved you? You could've had anything you ever needed, if you'd loved them back."
"What's this thing with love all of a sudden, hm? Surely it couldn't be that arrogant God I've heard so much about. What's his name again? Locket? Lock?" He chuckles.
"Loki." I mutter.
"Oh, well. It's too bad you won't remember him. I mean, it's not like he loves you anyways. Who could love you? You're worth nothing to everybody."
"He's does." I say. I don't know if I'm telling him, or trying to convince myself.
"Then why hasn't he come for you?" He laughs.
"Oh, I don't know. You kind of threatened to make me kill him if he did."
"That's right, I did."
I roll my eyes, and tug at the straps on the seat.
"Start up the machine." He says, as if it didn't effect him one bit.
"No, no, no. Please don't." I tremble, as the machine neared the temples of my head.
"Should've said that earlier."
Yeah, right. Sure, it would've worked. Sure it would have. He doesn't let anything good happen to me, and when he does, it's a plan so he could rip it away.
"I don't wanna forget!" i shout, as the machine presses against my head.
My screams are probably like an echo in the building. It hurts. It hurts to have everything you need ripped away from you in an instance. It hurts to be forced to move on from what you had.
Maybe the letter I wrote would help me remember, later. Maybe not. It was my only hope. That, and Loki. If anybody could get me to remember, it'd be him. It had to be him. Our paths intertwined a long time ago, and again not too long ago. It wasn't a coincidence, it couldn't have been. He saved me from drowning, and he saved me from myself.
That was never a coincidence, it had to be fate right? How did he just so happen to be in the same exact forest, at the exact time I was? He should've been on ass guard, or Asgard, but he wasn't. And then he happened to be exactly where I was when I fell into the water. Then, many years later, he's back. I didn't remember him, because I never saw him. But then it came to me, and he realized too. It was never some odd coincidence, it was a destiny. And if that continues to live on, then I know he'll get me to remember. He did once, he could do it again. And I know damn well he won't give me up. Because no matter what my father wants to tell me, he loves me. And that's all I need.
"And your boyfriend's next." I hear, faintly.
...
I sit up, fast, waking in a sweat. I almost forgot where I was, but it's apparently my room. I just remembered what happened before I forgot everything. Like, the moment before. And somehow, I felt what I was remembering. I had the thoughts and feelings. It was so odd, and terrifying. I could feel the pain in my head.
Why was I remembering so fast?
Did this guy want me to remember, so I could be hurt? Or did he want me to not remember, so I could be hurt? Either way, I think they both hurt.
I think back to the last moment of my dream, or memory. "And your boyfriends next."
Was he talking about Loki? I mean, I don't know if he's my boyfriend, but it was clear I loved him before, and he loves me.
If he was talking about him, then he could be in danger.
I pull the blankets off of myself, and sit up. I had to warn Loki, just incase. Even if I didn't know what he was going to do.
It was still dark out, and only 3:57am, but it's fine. He'd fall back to sleep.
I kneel down to where Loki slept, and gently shake him awake.
His eyes open quickly, and he sits up fast. Whoops.
I probably freaked him out.
"What is it?" He asks, when he realizes it's just me, "Was it a nightmare?"
Wow, this guy really does know me.
I nod, "Yeah, and I think you're in danger." I say, quickly.
"What?"
"Yeah... yeah I kind of remembered what happened the moment before I forgot everything."
"But how do you know I'm in danger?" He asks, rubbing his eyes.
"The guy kind of said it."
"The guy?"
"The guy that I called my dad." I inform him.
"Damn." He mutters.
"Is he really my dad?" I ask.
"Unfortunately, yes. And if he threatens someone, it's not a threat, it's a warning."
"So, what? He's coming for you?"
His eyes narrow, and it looks like he's thinking.
"Yes, but- have you heard anything in your head at all?" He asks.
"No?" I answer. What kind of question is that?
"Strange." He mutters.
"What's strange?"
"Well, you see, the reason why you went back to him in the first place was because he could control you with these words. He threatened to use them on you if you disobeyed him."
"But isn't escaping disobeying him?" I ask.
"Not unless he wanted it to happen."
"But why would he want me to escape?"
"I'm not sure. Perhaps for the pure enjoyment of seeing others in pain."
There was definitely a reason as to why he's not controlling me. I trust Loki, and if he said there's a reason, then there's a reason.
We'd just have to figure it out.
I nod, and sit next to him in silence.
He looked exhausted.
"We should talk about it in the morning, you should sleep." I mutter, as I get up and walk back over to the bed.
"Let me guess, you're not going back to sleep, are you?"
This guy really knows me. If I was just any random person to him, it'd be creepy. But, apparently, I know him. So it's not really that creepy. I mean, it is in a way, but it isn't.
"No," I answer, "I don't think I can after what I saw. It's weird."
He nods, about to say something, but he doesn't. He doesn't know what to say. I don't remember what he'd do if I had a nightmare, and couldn't sleep, before all of this. But he doesn't know what to do now that I don't remember.
"Perhaps this could help." He says, somehow just revealing something out of thin air. A sock monkey?
"This is yours." He says, and hands it to me.
...
"I'm going to name him Willie. Willie Norman Adams." I say, hugging the sock monkey.
"I'm glad you like it, dear." Aunt Sherry says.
"Thank you, guys." I smile.
"Of course, dear." Granny says.
...
"Willie." I say, as I hold the monkey in my hands. Why was it that these little things were giving me memories?
"You remember?" He asks.
"As soon as I touched it, I saw something with this sock monkey in it. Is it important?"
"I do believe it represents a happy time in your life. So, yes. Yes it is important." He answers.
I smile a bit, as I sit back down on the bed, holding the sock monkey.
"Thank you." I say to Loki.
"For what?"
"Keeping this sock monkey safe, or whatever." I say, as I continue to hold it, while I pull the blankets over myself again.
He smiles, "Of course."
I rest my head back on the pillow, as I hold the sock monkey tightly. I close my eyes, and I almost begin to drift off to sleep. But then, there's a slight scratching on the door.
I sit up, quickly, "What's that?" I ask Loki, who seemed unbothered.
"It's your cat." He answers.
"I have a cat?"
"His name is Sam, and you named him after your brother."
"Oh. Can I let him in?" I ask.
"Well, he's your cat, not mine. Do as you will."
I stand up, and quickly creep over to the door, letting him inside. He's absolutely adorable. And he's like me. I don't remember what happened with this cat, but he had a metal arm and paw like me. I already love this cat.
He immediately rushed over to my bed, and I follow. He jumps on the bed, as I lay back down.
"Hi, Sam." I whisper, as he lays down at the bottom of my bed.
..
Loki looks over the bed, looking down at the cat.
"I still don't trust it."
"Well, I do. So, what should we name him?"
"I could care less about the name of a pet."
I look down at the cat, and he comes over to me.
He lays down, asking for attention.
I smile a bit, "I'm gonna call him Sam."
Loki looks up at me, looking as though he were sad for me.
I look up at Loki, give him a quick smile, and look back down to Sam.
Sam was my brothers name.
Loki knew that, too.
"That's a nice name." Loki says, trying to clear the sadness I now felt.
I didn't even remember him much, but I knew who he was.
And that was enough.
I'm just glad I remember him.
"I'll protect you, Sam," I smile, looking down at the cat, "No harm will ever come your way."
..
I like remembering.