Conundrum

Part 6

JessLainsley

"But sir! You know I work better alone!"

"Agent Hidsen! Enough! You are working with those two whether you like it or not! I do not care what you say. I am your boss and you follow my orders, yes?"

"Yes... sir."

"Good, now go find them."

Hidsen walked out of her boss' office and sighed, this day was just going to get longer and longer wasn't it? She stormed to the elevator and jabbed the button with her thumb, wincing as the button didn't take much force to condense and she used too much. Hidsen counted to ten and took a deep breath. She got off on her floor and wormed her way between desks and counters to get to the office she was looking for. She knocked and stepped in.

"Agent Danh, Vincent, my name is Agent Cecily Hidsen, level 5. My boss assigned me to work with you and share what I have on my subject, Robin Smith. If I could, may I present my work?"

.........

Robin sighed and stared at the dull brick ceiling, wondering what lay in store for her since she was different. She didn't choose this, she didn't want any powers. Robin just wanted her memories back and to figure out what happened to her in the first 19 years of her life. Who was her family? What was her real name? Did she have a family? Was she loved by anyone? How could she forget about people who loved her? Robin sat up quickly, her head pounding as a memory flashed of a woman's face. Who was she? Robin thought about it, ignoring the splitting pain that was building up in her skull. Green eyes... red lipstick... Roman nose and freckles.

"Ugh... who are you...?" Robin muttered to herself.

The woman in the memory looked nothing like herself. Robin had black hair that was already turning gray from stress... although when she woke up two years ago, it had mostly been gray, but over time it resorted back to its usual color. Her eyes were brown with hints of black and she had a rather small nose and no freckles. She looked nothing like the woman in the memory... So who was she? A friend? Her mother? An enemy? Robin sat with her legs crossed and pondered this memory. Maybe she had made it up? Shortly after she woke up two years ago, she had made false people in her life to appear normal... Was this woman the one who had been there when she woke up? No... she had red hair and... well... it could have been... All this thinking was hurting Robin's head and so she stopped. She lied back down and stared at the ceiling again, its patterns getting etched in her mind. Robin closed her eyes and slowly drifted off to sleep.

"See? That wasn't so bad... just a pinch, my dear... just some blood. It'll help you in the long run. Just relax and let the kind doctor do his work. Go back to sleep..." A woman's voice lulled as her face grew blurry. Green eyes... red lipstick.

Robin shot up straight, breathing heavy and gripping her head again.

"Uhhh... you alright, love?" a British voice asked.

Robin looked over and saw a man staring at her through the bars on her cell.

"Couldn't help but notice you seemed to be having a nightmare."

A nightmare? About what? Robin couldn't remember.

"I'm fine."

"Hi Fine, I'm Chase," the man chuckled, "But jokes aside, you alright love? You look pale..."

"I'm always pale. Vitamin D deficiency."

"Oi, that sucks. Anyways, what are you in there for? You don't seem dangerous, just disturbed."

Robin stared at the man... Chase right? She rolled her eyes and lied back down, her back to him.

"Oi, love, that hurts you know. I was trying to give you some company, you look lonely."

"I'm a prisoner, that's the point I think."

"Fair enough, listen love, what's your name?"

Robin stayed silent, when would this British man leave?

"Alright then... I'll talk about myself. I am a new guard hired to protect you until we know what your deal is, so get used to me."

Robin groaned and continued to stay silent as Chase rambled on.

"As you can probably tell, I am from Great Britain. My name is Chase Lockfeld and I have been assigned to you, mate. And I already know your name, but I was hoping you would tell me yourself," Chase stared at the back of the girl, wondering why her hair was already turning gray, "Your hair is cool. Dye it yourself?"

Robin stayed silent.

"Right... well... uh, Robin. Do you like tea? I found this great place so when you get out of this depression hole here, maybe I could take you?" Chase continued to stare at the silent girl, "You seem... quiet."

"You don't say."

"Ahha! She speaks! By Jove, I believe it lives!" Chase smiled, but Robin continued to face the wall.

Chase narrowed his eyes and smirked, "Well... I brought you a muffin from said tea shop, but you need to talk to me to get it."

That got Robin's attention and she sat up and turned to face Chase.

"I do not want your muffin. Keep it."

"Wow... you seem fierce, not at all like what Agent Hidsen was saying about you. Why so defensive?"

Robin looked down and started to mess with her chipped nail polish, "I'm... not feeling well."

"Well... muffins help."

"I said I did not want your stupid muffin."

"Yikes, what did the muffin do to you, love? Listen... I understand that you don't want to be here or anything, but you are fascinating."

"So you want to study me like an experiment again?"

"Again? How do you mean?"

"Never mind," Robin sighed and curled into a ball in the shadows, as far away from Chase as this cell would let her.

"Well... I heard you could make stuff, from your body, yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Could you show me?"

"I'll get in trouble."

"Nah, you won't. I'll take the blame for you, eh? Now, let's see it."

Robin sighed and decided on something small. She stood up and walked to the bars where Chase was standing and opened her palm to reveal a small, smooth marble, made of water.

"You made that?"

"Yes."

"Wicked cool. I think we're going to get along!" Chase smiled, only to receive a huff in response as Robin went back to lie down again.