The Chosen.

Unlucky

"With your phase of the trial, something different happened. Something that we have never experienced before. We need to figure out how and why you were able to come out of the serum on your own."

"THIS IS FUCKING BULLSHIT YOU CAN'T KEEP US HERE!!" I scream, startling the rest of the room from their unwavering attention to the lady at the front of the room. I even slightly startle myself because it is so unlike me to scream at someone so authoritative.

"Please-" she says softly attempting to calm me down. Her tone is that of a mothers, reminding me of my own that she took me from.

"She's right. let us go home." Mia glares at the woman, having my back. My eyes meet hers as a thank you for standing behind me.

Tom turns from facing the lady, taking matters into his own hands he heads straight for the door. Several of the uniformed men working for the laboratories step in and attempt to restrain Tom forcefully. The room erupts in yells and chaos as we are swiftly at his side pushing the workers back from their grasp on Tom. Sounds cliche but you mess with one of us, you mess with all of us.

"I think we all need a much needed break, we will meet again soon." Says the head woman as she and the others in long white coats disappear out of a door in the corner of the room shutting it firmly behind them.

Our attention once again falls to the workers and continue our screams as they refuse to remove their hands from Tom. In my turmoil of yelling and pushing my eyes catch movement in the corner.

Bill.

I swiftly walk up to him, his step staggers back with how forceful and aggressively i approach him.

"You seriously have no idea who i am??" I ask, studying his face as he backs himself into the felt lined wall. He seems confused and frail. I feel like a snarling coyote that has cornered an innocent little bunny.

"No... I- I don't." He looks around to our group. Tom has now made his way behind me, ready to be reunited with his brother. God knows how much he longed for this moment before we knew what we know now.

Bill looks at Tom and murmurs, "I don't know you people." Shaking his head, he pushes between us. Our group watches him as he quickly runs between the workers and through the doors we were dragged through.

I stand there as i watch the former love of my life run away from me, having no earthly idea of the moments we once shared. No earthly idea of how passionately and intensely we once loved each other.

I watch as Tom's bottom lip quivers, his broken voice finally attempting to speak. "He forgot me. My other half... forgot me." He whispers, turning his head to meet my eyes. Tom already lost Bill once, now he just lost him all over again. He barely handled it the first time, i can't help but to wonder how the hell he will make it through this time.

I take a deep breath in as i pull him into my arms. He loses it as his body hits against mine, he sobs as he begins to grieve his twin all over again.

My eyes trail up from the ground to find Mia and Zeke watching us fall apart. Their eyes look on in horror as they must have heard what Bill said. I see a few tears paint across Mia's soft face as she hurts for Tom and i.

The uniformed men watch on but kindly give us some space as we've been through so much in so little time.

Without noticing they've started, i suddenly feel the hot tears as the pour down my face. My mind races as i begin to think about everything of our former lives that never actually happened. The memories we made, the pain we felt, none of it.

Thoughts of my family flood my mind as i painfully realize how worried they must be about me. Before, it was i who worried and wished for them but now i realize. They never left, it was me who disappeared all along.

***

I sit with my knees tucked firmly into my chest and my back against the wall in my laboratory issued bed. They brought us into a little pod type community area, giving each of us a room.

From the looks of it, Bill has been here a little while longer than us. His room appears to be more lived in than ours. He comes and goes from the pod as he pleases but from what i've gathered, the rest of our group does not have that freedom.

The pod has a central community shared space with tables and a few couches. A few decorations are scattered about the room, i'm guessing to make this place feel less like the prison it is.

"i'm afraid that won't be possible." The woman's words linger heavily on my mind as my eyes trail over my designated concrete box of a room. My bed sits in the back left corner, a nightstand directly beside it. A simple white desk sits against the right hand wall and a wardrobe adorns the wall that holds the door directly across from my bed.

For hours my mind has been recollecting the events as i try to piece things together. I know the information they seek to learn must be valuable but why me? From what i understand there are thousands upon thousands of people with experiences like me. Why. me.

Just unlucky i guess.

My fingers have delicately traced the pastel shapes on my hospital gown for the hours that i've been sitting here. When suddenly, my mind remembers the wardrobe in front of me. I rise from the bed, my knees buckling underneath me as i lost muscle strength from being in the chamber for so long.

Taking the petite wooden nobs into my hands, i pull open the double doors revealing several pieces of clothes in my size, hung up on a rack. I place my hand on a gray long sleeve shirt, feeling the soft cotton fabric between my fingers.

After slipping on my clothes, i make my way out of my room. Peaking my head into Toms room i find his swollen eyes shut as he has cried himself to sleep some time ago. Quietly i shut his door, letting him get some more rest. He can't hurt for the absence of Bills memory if he's asleep.

I pass Zeke's room and am about to make my way into Mia's as i catch a glimpse of Bill sitting at his desk. His back faces me but i hover in place for a moment as i soak up his presence. Though he may not remember who i am, i'm so fucking glad he's back. Having a hard time pulling my eyes away i try to stifle the feelings that grow in my chest. Finally ripping my eyes away, i stride into Mia's room.

"What the hell, where did you get clothes?" she asks with wide eyes as she examines me in my light gray long sleeve and dark colored jeans. I walk casually over to her identical wardrobe and pull the handles revealing it's contents.

"Thank god, this is so not my color." she says with a sigh of relief. I chuckle under my breath at how she worried she seems about clothes in a situation like this. Typical Mia though, i've got to admit. I sit down on her bed as she changes into an outfit just like the one i wear.

"So... Bills back." she mentions casually as she runs her fingers through her long blonde hair.

I sigh a big breath and shake my head. I know what she's implying and i can't even bring myself to let my mind wander there. I don't know what to tell her if i'm being honest.

"Yeah, doesn't know who we are though. It's different." i murmur

"Yeah but how you feel probably isn't different." she adds bluntly, my nose crinkles wishing she just hadn't said that.

"i know, i know. I'll drop it." She says watching my face. She knows damn well how i feel about talking about my feelings.

"I'm with Tom. I don't- i cant love Bill... like that anymore." i say sternly to her and more importantly to myself.

"Okay." she nods accepting my answer.

"Am i interrupting something?" Zeke asks from the door way of Mia's room.

I nod no and force a little smile as my insides scream at the mention of loving Bill. I hate to admit it but seeing him again did bring something back inside of me.