Alex Start- The Start Of It All

Alex Start (part 11)

*I FINALLY GOT IT UP!! Sorry again that I took so long : ) hope you enjoy!!!)

If I looked half as different as they did I might die from the shock. Molly for one looked the most changed. She didn't look like the petite little girl I knew. Her short blond hair was now at least twice as long, reaching her butt, it was bright and shiny (the kind of hair you get from hours of shampooing and brushing). Her face had lost the little girl quality, its roundness replaced by sharp angles and fair skin. Intense blue eyes set under perfectly arched eyebrows, looked out at me without recognition. She was taller too, with longer legs and a body guys drooled over, all curves.

Paul was even bigger, if that was at all possible! His muscles had doubled in size and he was even taller too! His face held none of the boyish charm or childish humor that I had loved. Now he was all seriousness and anger. Like a body guard on a bad night. His curly black hair was now shorter and styled with stiff spikes.

Sam, oh Sam. He looked relatively the same, except that his beautiful eyes (did I just call his eyes beautiful? Uh oops) were now black, I could no longer see the pupils. And he had a lip ring at the right corner of his lip. He looked stronger, and leaner to, like a panther ready to spring. He looked dangerous, like he was about to pounce on his helpless prey. But he looked innocent at the same time. A dangerous predator inviting his victims in for the kill. One flash of that smile and he could get anyone to do anything for him. That was something the same about them all, that predatory quality. Like all of them couldn't wait for someone to let them loose upon a sleepy city. All of them were dangerous; did I look like that too? Like I wanted nothing more than to rip out your throat and bleed you dry?

It felt like I had stood there and watched them for hours, but in reality it was only like five seconds. Spooky much? The guy turned to me and said, "Go relax with you team, you all have training at five thirty tomorrow morning." And he turned and left, closing the door after him. I stood there another few seconds, wondering whether or not they recognized me or if they were like pod people or something.

Finally I said, "Remember me?" they all kind of blinked at me and didn't reply. I walked up to them and moved my hands in front of Sam's face, trying to get a response. He grabbed my wrist and twisted it painfully, well it would have been painful, but for some odd reason it was just annoying. Reflexes I didn't know I even had drove me forward. I yanked my hand back, breaking his grip easily and shoved him back, kicking out at him at the same time. He grabbed my leg and swung me against a wall, unfazed I got up and for a full five minutes, we went at it. Hand to hand combat, him punching, me blocking, or me swinging, and him barley managing to block. But finally with a swift kick to the face I dropped to the ground and swiped his legs out from under him. On his back and vonerable I pinned him down with my body. I could have ended him right then. But my bloodlust was tempered by Sam saying "I surrender Alex." His voice was different too, deep and intoxicating.

"Do you know who you are?" I asked, I wasn't even winded; I could have kept fighting if I wanted to.

He looked at me and smiled, "Sure." His voice was way different, intoxicating. I got off him and we both stood up, facing each other. Molly and Paul were looking at us curiously.

"What is your name?" now that I thought about it my voice sounded different too. Kinda sing songish. Eew.

"Whatever you want it to be." He seemed robotic.

"Who am I?"

"You're Alex, leader of our team."

"How did we meet?" He looked at the ground for what seemed like forever, with a look of pure concentration. "Don't hurt you self." I muttered sarcastically. He smiled and looked back up at me.

"I remember," he whispered. His face crumbled into a look of pain. He clutched his head and when he finally looked up he said, "What going on? Who are you? Who am I?" he looked around confused. This was like it was for me right before Ray said my name. I wonder if that would work for these guys. I lead Sam to the sofa, along with Paul, and Molly. I was scared that maybe they would try to fight me to but they just quietly walked over and sat on the coach without a word, they smiled but that was it, they might have their souls still, but what was a soul without its identity? Ok, so how was I going to do this? I'll start with Sam.

"Sam?" he just looked at me.

"What?" he whispered.

"I need you Sam! Come on! Remember!" I half shouted at him.

"That's me! Holly shit! What's going on?" he was concentrating so hard that little beads of sweat popped out on his forehead.

"Do you know who you are?" I asked anxiously.

"Yea, do you?" he said sarcastically. Yep, he's back.

"What do you remember?" I asked

"I can't remember much before the plane, and even that's fuzzy. What's going on? Why couldn't I remember who I was? It was like I lost myself."

"The doctors, I don't know how they did it, but they found a way to take away our Self, and control us without completely taking away our soul. We're little more than machines with a brain." I explained.

"How come you didn't forget yourself?" he asked skeptically.

"I did, but Ray came to me before it was too late. He helped me remember, like I helped you. So be thankful." I said with a frown.

He smiled, "I am. Now how do we help them?" he asked pointing to were Molly was looking at her fingernails and Paul was cracking his knuckles. Hmm, about that.

"I guess we can try the way I did with you, try to trigger a memory, that's when you looked like you were in some serous pain, then start trying to get them to remember their names and ours too." I walked over to Molly and kneeled down, looking her in the eyes.

"What's my name?" I asked her, she gave the same answer as Sam did.

"Alex, the leader of our team."

"Do you remember me? From the plane? How about Warling, you old psychiatrist, Mr. Whitfield?" I listed, trying to get her to remember.

Her face twisted and she whispered, "Warling? Whitfield? I hate him."

I smiled, "Good sweetie, that's good, why do you hate him?"

"He betrayed me. He made me into a freak, he made me too smart for my own good." Her eyes filled with tears that spilled over and slid down her cheeks. She covered her face with her hands and started sobbing. I put my hand on her shoulder.

"Hey, look at me." When she finally looked me in my eyes I asked, "What's your name?" her face twisted with pain, but after awhile she said, "I don't know!"

"Molly, your name is Molly. And I made you a promise that I would get you back to your family didn't I?"

She nodded her head, unsurely. "Yea, I remember now."

"Good, cause I fully intend to do just that! Now what your name?"

"Molly." She said with a smile.

"And who do you hate?"

"Warling." She said with a scowl that managed to still look beautiful on her face.