Remember Me

〃24〃

The only thing we're allowed to do is to believe we won't regret the choices we've made.

Cry doesn't jump or startle, just continues to slowly eat his soup. "You have some nerve," He says and he dips his spoon back into the can to get more. "You're the one who's still eating as if I don't have a gun to your head," The girl behind him snarls.

"You wouldn't pull the trigger," Cry sighs and puts down his can, leans back in his chair, the gun digging into the back of his head. "If you wanted to, you would have already. This is merely a safety precaution, you know how much I hate you," He says, in a matter-of-fact way.

"You shot me!" Amanda says, bewildered, and walks around him so she can see his face. "And you have more than a bullet wound coming to you," Cry says, stares at the woman in front of him. What is she thinking?

"What happened before wasn't my fault," She says, holds her head up high as if she deserves it.

"You shouldn't hold your head up so high, I'll slit your throat. And, don't bullshit me."

"Who said I'm bullshitting? It wasn't my fault that your girl died."

Cry stands up, can feel the rage boil inside of him, but he remains calm. "How can you say that when you killed her? Made her know that you killed her baby first, then leave her to die?" Cry says, and then hysterical laughter is just pouring out through his lips. "And people call ME crazy!"

Amanda's face is stone, but in her eyes are fear and it only makes Cry laugh harder. "There used to be two things I cared about in this world. Mareith, the closet thing I've ever had to a mother, and her baby. Both of those are gone because you felt like joining another group and helping them raid our camp. I shouldn't kill you." Cry thinks, suddenly. The smile remains on his face.

"Ohh, no. I'm not gonna kill you. That would be too easy wouldn't it?" He asks, tilts his head to the side.

"Listen!" Amanda interrupts. "You're in danger!" She says, which makes Cry snort.

"Hon we're all in danger." Cry says, sits down again. He picks up his soup. Amanda doesn't move from her spot, just eyes the man in front of him, not speaking a word.

Its obvious she's not leaving anytime soon.

He grabs the spoon and shovels more noodles into his mouth. Jesus, when was the last time he ate again?

"Alright, enlighten me. Danger from what? The Military? Groups? Towns? Unless you saw Cthulhu rise from the ocean and say 'I'm coming for you, Cryaotic' then I have nothing to worry about," Cry says, finishes off the last of his soup dissatisfied. His short meal has been ruined.

"Probably something worse than Cthulhu..." Amanda strays off, eyes drifting from Cry's face to the windows behind him. He almost wants to turn around and see what she's looking at, but he doesn't, instead focuses on her.

"Anyways," She says, her eyes snapping back to Cry. "I just want to warn you that something dangerous is coming your way. Probably soon."

He narrows his eyes are her in suspicion, says "Why?"

She gives him a curious look, but doesn't say anything. Instead her eyes stray back to the window, and she stalks off towards where she came from. "Are you going to answer me?" Cry asks, turns in his chair to see where she's going.