I Can't Remember...

Chapter 6: First Mission

        Guys, I must say I am very sorry about the very looooooooooong wait. Life has just been hectic and I haven't been writing much. But here's the next chapter!

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             I tried going back to bed that night, but I just couldn't. There had to be a reason why this dream wasn't just one of those nights where you completely forget what you imagined. And when it comes down to a dream, it doesn't leave you real scars.

        For the rest of the night, I just skimmed my fingers over my scar and let the thoughts fly through my head. Cooper lied to me. He shot me. I was never his soldier.

           When I think of that, my fingers freeze. Was I not one of his soldiers? Now everything is a fuzzy blur as I put pieces together. I was not wearing the same uniform. The one Cooper was wearing, was green. I strain my brain to remember some more details. Then, it clicks.

           I was wearing a grey uniform. By what I have learned here, it is that grey is the uniform color of a Rebel. Plus, I was shot by Cooper, a pure. Was I a Rebel? No, maybe it was some stupid dream, because why would Cooper bring me here? Save me from dying out there on the battlefield when I am an enemy?

           With such lack of information, it's not like I'm left with many options. I'll just stay weary of everyone without raising suspicions. My dream may just be a small thing, something I can't hold much trust on, but it's better than trusting these people, who may just be using me.

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            That morning, I packed up all the rest my clothes that I haven't already packed into a black backpack. I changed into dark blue jeans and a black crop top, putting a red flannel over that. My jeans are high waisted, so you really do not see my stomach.

             I yawn, tired from the long night of restlessly stirring in my bed as my mind traveled constantly from one thought to another. I no longer trust anyone. I don't even know the truth about myself. I just know I'm some girl who fought on the side of the Rebel's, and for some strange reason, was taken here by Cooper and saved. I just do not understand why he'd save my life and why he'd work so hard on making me into a Pure soldier. I don't even know what this war is truly even being fought for. 

             I lose track of time until a knock is made at my door. I shake myself out of my frozen form and grab my backpack, slinging one of the straps over my shoulder.

             I open the door and push away the feeling of repulsion from my body. I must not let him know I heard anything last night, or that I'm starting to get some of my memories back. 

             "Ah Alex, it's good to see you're awake and ready. Good, now, we can see top at the cafiteria, then the Shop and no then we'll get you to your safe house." 

             I scrunch up my eyebrows confused. "Shop?" I ask. 

             He smiles, a smile that now makes me want to smack him. "You were a famous soldier after all. We're just going to change some of your features so people do not entirely recognize you right from the start." I nod, looking up at him and putting on a fake smile. I start cursing at him in my head, knowing he probably wants to change what I look like so that he doesn't have my fellow Rebel's recognize me. What a peice of shit. 

             I eat breakfast and we make our way to the Shop. The Shop is like a salon, where hair can be cut and dyed. I'm put into a chair and Cooper tells them to make me look the opposite of myself. 

             After a few hours of sitting in a chair, watching as they change my curly brown hair into straight blonde hair with some brown highlights by my roots. My hair wasn't too long, but she used a device to give me extensions, making my hair thicker and end at the middle of my back. Then she scanned some device over my eyes, making me have to blink the spots out of my eyes from the bright light it produced. 

             Finally, the stylist steps out of the way, turning my chair so I can face the window. I stare at the reflection shocked. My hair is now thicker and longer, being now blonde with the brown at my roots. It's also not curly anymore, being a straight and more control able looking. My eyes are no longer they're striking blue and green, but a dark brown. I run my hand through my hair, marveled by how much some simple changes can make such a difference.

            "Now, all of this should last about 3 months, long enough for you to be out on your mission." I nod, stunned. I thank her and we walk to the auto mechanic room where we keep all the vehicles. Cooper brings me up to black sports car, looking way too nice for me to even be near. 

             "Now Alex, your new identity is this. Your name is Destiny King. Your family is quite wealthy, your father owning his own computer company and your mother being a doctor. You have no siblings,  and having old enough to leave the house, you moved out into the house you are living in to be alone and to do online college as you major in computer technology and economics so that you can some day run your father's buisness. You can make up the rest. We have you near one of the Rebel hang outs, so that you can pass them when you go to the store to buy food or the post office, or whatever you plan on doing. We taught you our coding system. So when you have a report, act like you're emailing your father or mother so that if they hack the system, they won't be suspisious. You got that?" He asks.

             I nod, looking at the car. He opens the door for me and I put my bag in the passenger seat. The seats are completely black leather, with three seats in the back. While training, they also taught me how to drive a car, along with some techniques I may need if I'm trying to get away or get rid of someone who is following me. 

             "Now, be safe. The GPS will guide you to your safe house. Please report at least once every two weeks. We have cameras and  microphones in your house and in the car, so if something happens, we can pull you out of there quickly." I nod, and I step into the car, taking my spot in the drivers seat. "Good luck." He says, smiling. I shut my door and slowly drive out of the garage and down the road. Good. I'm out of that building. Now all I have to do is get them off my trail....