(Don't) Forget Me.

Bonus chapter

POV ~ ???

"I hope you have good news this time, Alyssa. I don't want for you to feed me bullshit anymore.", my boss said, sipping whiskey from his crystal glass.

"It's not completely done yet but-", loud snap stops me. My eyes closed in an instant and when I opened them again, I didn't see glass in his hands anymore.

I put my fingers to my head, and when I bring them back to my face, I see thick red liquid running along them.

Blood.

"Jesus you're more useless than I thought. More useless than him!", he yells, standing up to take another glass, sipping more alcohol in it.

I try not to flinch. It'll pass, it'll pass, it has to.

"I mean, I don't understand, what is stopping you?! You've been trained for this for your whole life!", he frowns, ending his whole drink at once.

"It always starts good. I get into her head. But then something blocks me, I don't know what is it. It starts good, she gets terrified and just when I'm about to finish- a massive headache starts-"

"I don't care about stupid headache!", he screams from the top of his throat. I can feel blood from my head dripping down my face.

"Headache is not a problem,", I continue, "But somehow, I get blocked from her head completely, like something is protecting her. And when it's gone, she wakes up, and all I can do is get into the head of people near her.", I say in one breath.

He rubs his temple, crack his neck and fingers, and then look at me. Really look at me, "Listen. I don't care how you do it, but I want her on my door in a month! Month is all you get. So you better-", he stops, trying to collect all the anger. Hair on my neck stands up, "You better do your job well. Or else,", he laughs. Laughs. "I don't think I need to finish that sentence, right?"

"Yes sir", I blurt out before he's done.

"You're dismissed.", is all I get before I leave.

I pray to dear God this will be successful. I can't even think about what will happened to me otherwise.

I watch my reflection in the mirror. Brown hair falling over my shoulders. Brown eyes staring at its reflection, full with jealousy. He's out there, having best days of his life. I'm happy for him, but that fact still sticks up with me. He was never powerful enough for him. He let him live.

And me?

I'm too powerful to be left to live normal life. I'm too powerful to even be locked in the cell. All I can do is be beaten up nearly to death so I can't defend myself or manipulate anyone into letting me go. And every time I have opportunity like this, I'm supposed to be glad. I have more food. I don't get beaten up every day. I live "normally". As normal as you can call my life.

But this time. This opportunity is worse than getting killed. Worse than being tortured to death.

I have to work again person I love the most. Against the last person I saw before I was gone.

He doesn't know I even exist, but it doesn't hurt any less.

I have to work against my own brother.

*A/N*

Oop- sorry for that...

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I think I will leave you in suspense for a while... sorry bout that :))))

Till next chapter,

Andzexx <3