Boys, basketball and losing my memories

Just came to say goodbye

“what do you want?!” I snarl at him, still holding the lamp like a weapon.

“nothing, just came back to say goodbye.”

“for what?” I ask sarcastically.

He opens his mouth to respond, but I cut him off.

“for kicking me? Knocking me unconscious? Tricking me into thinking I could trust you? Leading me to Cain? Handing me over without a second thought? Or just flat out betraying me?!” I  demand more than question.

He grins sheepishly and scratches the back of his neck, “Yeah, well, for all of that and anything else that annoyed you, I also wanted to say-”

“oh yeah, haven't you come back to give me my knife?” I ask scornfully.

His face immediately hardens, and he's all serious now, not one bit apologetic. “I can't give it back to you.” he replies curtly.

“why?” I question.

“because.”

“Fine then, if you don't give it back to me, I'll just have to take it back by force!” I say matter-of-factly.

His face twists into a cruel leet.  “as if you would, you're too scared, anyway what can you do with a lamp? You gonna hit me with it, go ahead.” he holds out his arms, standing with his legs together, his back straight and his chin held high.

I take that as a sort of welcome and spring forward, holding the lamp out in front of me. The blow knocks Finn off if his feet, causing him to fall back first onto the ground.

I jump on top of him, clawing at his face and continuously punching him.

I pull my fist back for the finishing blow, and hesitate.

Finn's just laying under me, his hands at his side and his eyes closed, taking everything I'm throwing at him. His face is covered in purple-ing bruises. Both of his eyes are black welts and his lips are caked in the blood from his most likely broken nose.

He forced his eyes open and stares at me with his intense eyes. Last time I looked at them this closely was in the cell, and they were a dark brown then, but now they were a light hazel, with bits of honey coloured gold.

“had enough have you?” he sneers, his smile causing his lip to split and more blood roll down his chin.

But i ignore him, my eyes still trained on his face.

I had never realised how pale his skin was, and how much you could see his veins.

That wasn't the thing that alarmed me though, the alarming thing was how fast he was healing.

His black eyes were now returning to their usual form. His bruises were slowly fading back into his normal pale skin tone. His lips was closing up, not even leaving a scar.

I ran my hand over his cheek, feeling no bruises.

Suddenly I'm scared, and jump of him and onto the ground a few meters from the door, landing in a crouch, ready to grab the handle and yank if open a the first sign of danger.

Why does this scare me so much when I've seen a portal?

Finn slowly rises,  a slow smile tugging the edges of his lips, his blood red lips.

I rise with him, reaching my hand out behind me for the door knob, but not once tearing away from his gaze.

“oh, I wouldn't do that if I was you.” he warns almost playfully, almost.

I finally tear my eyes away from his and bolt for the door, only to stopped short by him.

He somehow got from the other side of the room to in front of me in a matter of milliseconds.