Your only CHOICE

Memory for Revenge

((Saeran's POV))

I've worked long and hard without many breaks since what happened a few days ago, trying to keep my mind off of everything that happened. Luckily, nothing else has been on my mind but revenge for the one that I hate most, the one that took all my hope from me. I've been planing this whole operation for years now and now we have a weakness in the RFA that we can take.

First, plant the phone with the messenger app on the select person he chooses who he think will fit into the RFA group and steer things in the direction I want them to go in.

Second, monitor the RFAs movements and statuses to see if the mission is going well, and if it isn't then I'll have to take measures into his own hands.

That's all the solid steps I have so far, there are to many variables to come up with a hard plan on what to do. Even the first and second steps are extremely moldable to the situation at hand.

The dark room around me keeps me focused on the work at hand, trying to find a person that he thinks is fit for the job, scanning though and thoroughly in digital files in look for that one perfect match. A girl like Mc was, maybe with just a little less common sense. Mc was to perfect for this job, I took that risk and absolutely ruined her. The thoughts that I've been trying to avoid for the past few days were flooded in my mind, maybe it's past overdue to maybe visit her? No, that's just a distraction, she's just a distraction. She must be totally different then who she was before now, since that snake the 'savior' filled her mind with those lies. The screen goes fuzzy before my eyes, and I press the palms of my hands to my eyes, taking deep breaths to help me calm down. What the savior took away from Mc was especially important to me, because if I lost my memory of before this place, I would have no purpose staying here, my revenge, my memory of my brother, all that is keeping me going now would be gone.

Maybe I should take a break from all of this. I was the one who did this to Mc, it's my fault, so I should go see her.

When I left the tech room, the light from the hall was almost blinding to me, looking down and squinting my eyes hoping that they will soon adjust to the sudden brightness change. I walked down the hall looking down, turning down the many different routes to head to the medical wing, hoping that the savior doesn't find out that he's not working to go check on Mc, knowing that I was already on the fence from getting majorly punished from her.

I make it to the hospital room and look around the many beds to see if Mc was in her, and she was. In the vary back, she was laying in the sterile white sheets, sleeping peacefully. I quickly walk over to her, kneeling beside the low hospital bed to be at eye level with her. She looked so at peace sleeping, almost reminding me of who she use to be before I got involved in her. It was vary bittersweet, seeing her with such peace and innocence, but knowing that I took that away from her.

I softly take her hand into both of mine, her small and cool hand barely filling mine. Taking a deep breath, I softly press my forehead against our hands, a strong urge to do what I grew up doing with my brother, something that I've abandoned once I joined this 'paradise'. With the thought of plea for Mc to get better, as well as wanting forgiveness, I start to pray silently in my head, keeping my hands tightly and comfortably around hers.

I don't know how long I stayed there, maybe close to an hour? I really wanted to talk with her, but it seemed like she wasn't going to wake up from her quiet rest. Hesitantly, I let go of her hand, knowing that I probably shouldn't be trying to help her. I stands up and softly brush my fingers across her hair to push away a stray strand that was in her face,

"I'll see you later, maybe" I mumbled softly to her before making my way to the exit. What does she remember? What did she forget? Did she regain her memory or did Rika keep feeding her lies?

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(( MC's POV))

I woke up in time to hear the door to the hospital wing start to close, seeing the white haired boy with the tattoo starting to walk away. It was him again. The first person that I saw and how he was acting strangely when the Savior was talking with me, that boy who kept showing up in her weird mishmashed dreams of things she didn't recognize, the boy that the Savior told her wasn't important. Who was he?