𝑾𝒆 𝑨𝒓𝒆 𝑭𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 (Book 2)

Chapter 9: Memories of the Past

FRANK

The atmosphere crackled with tension as Apollo's words hung in the air. "I'm your brother, Alex. I've been searching for you for years," he said, his voice thick with emotion.

Alex's response was sharp, skepticism etched into every line of his face. "You're crazy. I don't know who you are, but I'm not your brother."

I couldn't help but interject, trying to add a touch of humor to defuse the situation. "Well, this is one family reunion I wasn't expecting. Are you sure you're not lost, Apollo? Maybe this is some cosmic mix-up."

Apollo's eyes, filled with pain, met mine. His story spilled out, painting a tragic picture of loss and separation. "Our parents died before they even knew they were Beings. Alex and I grew up on the streets. When they found out we were Beings, they took us away and put us in different facilities. I was in Facility Apollo. I escaped when everything shut down, but I couldn't find Alex."

Eleanor's eyes welled with tears, her own past tragedies resonating with Apollo's story. I placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, offering silent support.

Alex, however, remained dismissive, his disbelief a palpable force. "This sounds like a cheap sob story. I'm not buying it."

Apollo's eyes flashed with frustration. "I don't need your pity, Alex. I just want my brother back."

The pain in Apollo's voice was undeniable, and I knew there was something more to this than met the eye. "Maybe there's something wrong with your memories, Alex. This can't just be a coincidence."

Eleanor nodded, her mind already racing with possibilities. "We need to find out what happened to Alex in the facility. They might have manipulated his memories or planted false ones."

With determination, we escorted Alex to the lab, where a scientist stood by, ready to unravel the enigma of his memories. The scientist conducted a series of tests, confirming our suspicions of tampering.

"It appears that his memories have been tampered with," the scientist revealed. I gasped, the implications sinking in. This was unheard of in our experiences; nobody in our facilities had undergone memory manipulation.

The scientist explained the experimental nature of the technique. "We can attempt to bring his memories back, but we need a safe word, something significant to him."

The room fell silent, the weight of the situation pressing down on us. Eleanor, using her Telekinesis, delved into the depths of Alex's consciousness. "Uncharted," she whispered, her voice unwavering.

"Uncharted?" Alex repeated, his eyes wide with confusion. Suddenly, a surge of emotions overwhelmed him, and he clutched his head, as if trying to ward off a torrent of memories.

"I remember," Alex said, his voice cracking with emotion. "I remember everything."

In the midst of our relief, Apollo's hope clashed with Alex's turmoil. "Do you remember me, Alex? Do you remember being my brother?"

Tears glistened in Alex's eyes as he met Apollo's gaze. "I do," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "I remember you, Apollo."

The room fell silent, the intensity of their reunion rippling through us all. It was a bittersweet moment, tainted by the knowledge of Alex's manipulated memories. Our group, bound by shared trials and unwavering unity, stood strong. Together, we faced the uncertain path ahead, armed with the truth and newfound clarity, ready to confront whatever challenges lay in wait.