Won't You Please Remember Me? (ON HOLD)

Chapter 4 - The Price for Answers

I'm sorry, okay? But i've been out of it these days and I finally got my self working when Andreaaa28 posted at my profile. Thanks for that. Well, I'll TRY to make my self work. Maybe I can force my self working if i'm not so caught up at mangas and 9gags. well, hope you have fun reading this.

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Santa Claus’s Son is My Master?! WTF!!!

Recap:

When I opened that door and ran through the corridor beside a whole lot of people and I passed by one of the big windows, I was shocked.

Actually, it was more dangerous than I imagined.

Some people love swimming. Okay, maybe it’s not some and a whole lot of people like to swim. Who can blame them? Whether it’s in a swimming pool, sea, or a bath tub (I wonder how that’s possible), many find it a very relaxing or sporty recreation activity. I myself was fond of swimming years ago when Joe was invited by a friend to a pool party for a… uh… high school reunion and since he was allowed to bring family (gosh, my boss is so sweet to treat me as one), he brought me. I had the time of my life there.

But I doubt anyone would like to swim when there’s a tsunami though. Who could be dumb enough to do that?

Yeah, and right now I’m wondering if I would have to prepare for a swim ‘cause about fifty kilometers from the building where I’m in, there’s a gigantic, enormous, huge, massive and whatever other synonyms for big is out there TSUNAMI coming our way. In a very, very fast pace.

Uh-oh.

I quickly sped down the corridor, bumping a lot of people in the process. I ignored all the wonderful paintings and decorations and headed straight right for the elevator. There’s no one in because most of the people took the stairs for a safety measure, probably going to the bottom floor to evacuate. And why am I going in the elevator then? That’s an easy question to answer. I pressed the topmost button and immediately the elevator rocketed to the top floor. I felt myself going light and for a moment, I floated in air, almost hitting the ceiling. When the elevator came to an abrupt stop, I hit the ceiling. I rubbed my stomach, careful not to vomit after that ride. I really am never going to get used to using that elevator.

Oh yeah, here’s my answer: it’s the quickest way to get to my boss’s ‘networking’ room.

I slowly walked into the dark room and the atmosphere is really different to the first one. The first one held a mysterious, cool atmosphere; this one holds more of a… emergency atmosphere.

All monitors are filled with different images of the whole city. The workers are all making reports to the boss, shouting every incident that happened and are typing at an incredibly fast pace. There are a lot who are running around, distributing papers and there’s also one who’s speaking into a microphone which I believe is for the paging system. Yup, it definitely holds an ‘emergency!’ atmosphere.

And would you believe it? My boss is actually looking anxious! He was ordering some people to check the situation in different parts of the city and stuff like those. But I don’t care about that really. All I care about now is answers. I want them. NOW.

I walked towards the circular platform where he is standing. He was in front of his chair and he didn’t notice me coming up in the middle of the chaos.

Once I got in front of him, his eyes widened.

“Forwon? What are you-“ he started.

I didn’t listen to what he was saying and I don’t care. I placed my left hand on his chest and pushed him really hard into the chair. He landed with a ‘thump’ and was shocked for my actions. I was surprised too. I didn’t think I could so something so daring.

“That’s it.” I said with the confidence I’m not feeling right now.

He looked at me at the eye. And for that one moment, I have a feeling he knows what I’m going to ask.

“Answers. I want them RIGHT NOW.”

“Can’t you see we’re in the middle of an emergency?”

“Big Man is right-hand, isn’t he? He can take over for a few minutes?”

“Still, it will better to talk in a calmer atmosphere.”

“So what? You can make excuses again later?” I retorted.

This time he didn’t answer back. So he was going to make excuses again.

“I can’t take it anymore, ok? I’m confused. I want something to clear it up. And I know that you have all the answers.” I said.

He stared at me.

In that moment, I can feel that he’s struggling to keep in control. He wants to say it. I saw his hands clenching. But, why is he holding back?

…

He opened his mouth and asked me, “What exactly are your questions?”

I snapped.

“YOU should know that better than anyone else! Who are you? And why am I here? Am I really just here to be an assistant? Where am I? Why is everyone wearing weird clothes? And last of all…”

I breathed in.

“What are you talking about me forgetting something important?”

Bam! I just said it. All those hours where I’m struggling with myself, forcing my brain to remember. It all ends here. That is, if he decides to say it.

He pointed to himself and answered simply, “I’m Sammy Claus.”

Claus? Hmm. I’ve heard that somewhere before. Oh yeah, Santa Claus! Pfft. I don’t really know but I found the idea that a guy like with the ‘Claus’ name is rather well…

Sammy Claus…Sammy Claus…

“I’m Sammy Claus: the one and only son of Santa Claus.”

A blurry image appeared in my head. I rubbed my temples. A face… blue eyes… blonde hair…someone that looks like… that looks like… I looked at Sammy. Someone that looks like Sam-

My head suddenly hurt as if someone hit me back in the head. The memory is disappearing.

No.

Wait!

The face…it’s…

Then everything blacked out. The last thing I saw was…what was it again? ...  my boss’s face… and strong arms that held me as I crashed to the floor.

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Hmm.... maybe it will be better if I make goals for my self so i can appease you guys. How 'bout if I set my deadline at next Thursday? Okay then, my deadline for the next chap is next week. Look forward to it.