The Guard Post (Sequel to The Guard Job)

Chapter 6

Chapter 6
The scene was very blurry. It was white but something stood out to me. Green. Not the color of grass or wasabi but like a vibrant green. It was so vibrant that it seemed to have a glow to it. No I was wrong it wasn't vibrant. It was the opposite. It was a vile color. Everything became disfigured and oddly colored. I didn't know what to believe. I heard some talking but it seemed like gibberish. I tried to listen but the memory went by and I looked around this time.

The sky was amazing. It was beautiful and eerie. I looked beside me. The face was blurry but it was a guy, for sure. I reached out for the guy but my hand went straight through him. I looked at what was in my hand. It was soft and velvety but I didn't know what it was. It became dark, once again.

There was a paper in my hand. It had writing on it but I couldn't make out anything it said. I squinted but nothing came out clear. Dark. It was dark again.

Someone stood there. A girl. She was talking but I couldn't see anything but her figure. Something was familiar about her though. I squinted as the image bacame clearer. I walked towards the image but stumbled back. It was me but it wasn't. I looked at the body horrified. I fell onto my butt but the memory was gone and a new one was replaced with it.

A girl stood there. Her hair was vibrant red but her face, like all of them, were blurred out. Something about her gave off a bad feeling. I edged towards the figure and her hand came down on my face. That hit hurt. I clutched my face but I realized my eyes was shut. My eyes snapped open and I clutched my throbbing cheek. "What the hell was that?" I hissed. They shrugged and looked at me.

"What happened anyways?" Crash asked. I didn't want to remember it. I sat up, carrying my legs. I shook my head and looked away. I heard a sigh. "Ok but if you want to talk, we're here," Crash said and I nodded.

"Did a girl with fiery red hair have a grudge on me?" I asked in a meek voice. Everything went still and quiet and I realized what I asked. It came out of nowhere. I covered my mouth, in surprise. Crash's eyes went wide while Dallas stood there confused.

"You remembered something?" Crash asked. I shrugged as the answer. "Me?" He asked. I looked at him suggesting I don't know what he's asking. He sucked in a breath before repeating what he asked. "Do you remember me?" He asked. I sook my head, slowly. He let out a sigh of disappointment.

"Well I'm sorry. Jeez. Give a girl some time," I said. I watched as their faces went from their initial reaction to a cocked eyebrow.

"Time? I think we're out of it. You had two weeks," Dallas exclaimed. I sat there with my jaw hitting the floor.

"Excuse me?" I said, defensively.

"It's been two weeks. Why haven't you gotten back your memories?" Dallas answered me. My anger started to flare and I clenched my hands at my side.

"Well, I'm sorry that I don't remember anything," I said in an overly sarcastic voice. Dallas flinched and Crash sighed.

"Will you guys stop fighting? We are in this situation together," Crash remarked in an irritated voice.

"She's just being sensitive," Dallas whined.

"Says the boy who's acting like a five year old girl," I snapped and Dallas made a weird face. He started mocking me.

"God, it doesn't matter about your memories. You are still exactly the same," Dallas groaned.

"Will you guys shut up for a second? We need to find a way to save my sister or else we can't leave," Crash warned. I rested my hands on my hip.

"How can I trust you guys? You can kill me in a second," I said as I got up and squatted.

"We would have killed you by now," Crash said.

"True. But why do you guys need me?" I asked, in curiosity.

"We need you because you are not supposed to be be here. Your mom abandoned you when you were a child," Crash backed up himself. My mom left me?

"W-what do you mean?" I stuttered and was shocked from the sudden news.

"She left you when you were nine or ten. I don't know the full details and about the person you're living with but the person you're living with is crazy and sick," he sneered at the last part. "We managed to get a few pictures to check on my sister and I-I wish I hadn't," he cleared his throat.

"Can I see the pictures?" I asked, using a softer voice than before. He nodded and pulled out a phone, assuming it was his. He handed me the phone as it lit up my face and hands. The picture made me sick and I sucked in a breath. There was a girl laying in a white room, on a black bed mattress thing. She was strapped down, honestly it looked like some kinky shit was going on if it weren't for her condition. Her hair was in a wild tangle and dried blood in her scalp. She laid there unconscious and stick thin. Her arms dangled down and I feel like if I were to hold it, it'd break. Her arms were covered in scars and burns. She no longer fit her clothes. My eyes blurred at the sight. I gave the phone back to Crash. "When?" I asked almost in a whisper.

"Tomorrow," Crash said, confident.

"Well, we have a lot to get ready," Dallas said with his hands behind his head.
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