When there were you and I ~ a 707/Luciel/Saeyoung x MC story

Chapter 3 - What he did

707/ Luciel Point of View

He just stood there. In the shower. Doing absolutely nothing. He needed to cool down. NOW. He knew if he crossed that line even once, if he touched himself thinking of her, then everything would go downhill from there. Of course she wouldn't know that. She was just a girl who had one too many unfortunate circumstances that put her in bad situations. He certainly wasn't going to put her through more.

DAMN THAT WOMAN! She was hot as fuck. She was going out in the rain again. She always did that. And she would come home drenched. GOD she looked hot drenched. His mind wandered imagining her wet, everywhere, clothes clinging to her body, trembling, in need of warmth. NO ! NOPE! NO NADAH!  NOT GOING THERE!, his mind yelled. He knew his mind was right. If he crossed that line, he might not be able to stop himself. But those banished thoughts wandered back again, as he towel-dried himself. She didn't know about the CCTV camera installed in the hallway. Or the one in her room. He never turned that on, it was only for emergencies. This woman looked like she was touching herself in the flipping hallway. He hadn't even said anything, just made some completely embarrassing noises trying to control his own voice and breath. It was the strangest reaction. Almost, as though he had turned her on. Yea right. He knew women. He knew the worst and the best. There was no way something as idiotic as some rasping noise would turn her on.

She was a mystery. When he initially hacked into her records, he saw nothing of great interest. She was a safe enough person to not put the RFA, or herself, in any danger. Until he did a deeper check. He reopened her file, towel drying his hair. It was one of those ones, with enough mystery and strangeness to lure in a curious kitty and then let it go again, probably with a broken leg or two. Most of her records were buried deep, destroyed or missing. There wasn't much known about her life before the age of 10. Her first records were from a hospital. Admitted as a hit and run, she had no ID. No one knew who she was. Multiple fractures, chances of survival minimum and woke up with no memory, not even her name. From there she went to an agency, for 'gifted children'. She would still be visiting hospitals. Until she was 13. Then she went from being Sandra Louis to Vini Fae. The agency disappeared, it's offices burnt to a crisp, with no survivors. She worked for and helped a local doctor and nurse  with special cases. Living off the streets, motel to motel. No fixed residence. No family, no name. Still no memory. He got that information by hacking the doctor's files. She was healthy enough. But still took part in clinical trials and tests. All off the records. To get her memory back. And then they reduced slowly over time. Finally, there weren't any records of her taking any medications at all. Just a happy healthy girl.

Some days she would just stand in the hallway, looking at a bottle of alcohol, or at the phone. Her work was commendable. She spoke to dying children. Those whose parents couldn't or didn't want to deal with the sadness of the last few months. And when the time came, she would step back and let the parents take over, guiding them. She went to every funeral and spoke a few words of kindness. However, over the last few days, her work load had reduced. She had enough money put away, for what though, he didn't know.

He was curious. He wanted to sometimes follow her out, watch her in action. It would be interesting. But he knew he shouldn't. And wouldn't. It was dangerous getting too close. As he popped open another pack of Honey Budha Chips, he looked at his phone. The conversation from earlier that night, it was almost frightening. Started strange enough, until she started making those noises. She was in pain, physical pain. He had heard those noises before, from being in the field. When an agent tried to suppress his own pain by holding his hand against his mouth. Her hand was bandaged when she walked out. She had remembered something, she had taken some medication that was off the record. Which meant she had someone she could rely on to give it to her. He didn't like that. Who could she be communicating with? And how? He'd never seen anyone come to her, and she rarely went out these days, except running.

He didn't want her to know he'd heard her screams. Her pleads and whimpers for help. She would yell out gibberish, describing everything around her in detail. Maybe she usually recorded herself, but wasn't ready for the assault the medication took on her system. So he began to edit the audio file. He would only take out the painful parts. The rest was for her to decide. There was still more he needed to know about her. He turned his screens back on and started hammering down on the keyboard when he got the alert. Someone was trying to mess with the camera in her room. This time panic hit him. He thought he'd hidden it well enough inside the ceiling fan and lights. He quickly activated the safety system, and the cam turned on. It was Vini. She looked tired, and wet from the rain. She also looked desperate. Her eyebrows furrowed, and everything went dark. After a few seconds the lights came back on, brightening her face and room more. She was holding a bulb in her hand. She seemed happy with the adjustment of light and climbed back down off the bed.