The Return

Chapter 3

I stood there, naked, looking at my reflection. I didn't see any scars. I just continued to stare at myself. I never knew what I looked like. Maybe I did before, but I felt like I was staring at a stranger. I poked my face; my flesh was soft. It didn't feel the same as Yoongi's skin. His was colder, more synthetic.

My eyes looked like his in the sense that they looked robotic. Maybe I needed better eyes to see?

I went into the shower. The warm water trickling down my body felt so nice. I only remember feeling cold.

Images of that cyborg smiling down at me freaked me out. I almost slipped but caught myself. I don't what him to find me. Yoongi seemed like a good man. Maybe I can trust him to help me...

It's stupid to trust a stranger so quickly, but he seemed to respect my boundaries. And that genuine look of concern on his face must be difficult for a cyborg to fake.

I still should be careful. I don't know where I am. For all I know he could be like that other cyborg.

I let the water go onto my face to wash away those thoughts. I just need to feel safe. I need to believe in that possibility.

I got out of the shower and dried my hair. My hair went down to my lower back and I wanted it to be out of my face. I Tied my hair in two top buns keeping my blue and black hair separated from each other. I opened the bathroom door just a crack, to peek and make sure Yoongi wasn't there.

The room was empty.

I walked to the bed and found clothes neatly folded on it, just like where he said they'd be.

I got dressed, the jeans were a little large on me, but he had left a belt out just in case I'd need it. I put on the warm black sweater too since the room temperature was a bit chilly.

"You're not real." I could hear his voice muffled from out in the hallway.

Panic set in and I stealthily ran to the door to peek through the peep hole.

I could see Yoongi but no one else.

Was he talking to himself?

I slowly opened the door and took a step out.

There really wasn't anyone else around.

"um... Yoongi?" He turned to face me pain in his eyes.

"Tell me you can't see him." He pleaded.

I looked around again. Still, no one was around.

"I don't see anyone..." I was starting to be concerned. This isn't normal behavior. At least I don't think it is.

He let out a sigh and leaned his back against the wall. He slid down to the floor covering his face with his hands. He was quietly sobbing.

I wasn't sure what was going on, but I felt bad for him. So far, he seemed decent. I delicately sat next to him and sat in silence. I don't really know what to do in this situation. I awkwardly put my hand on his shoulder. I don't know if it would help ease his pain at all.

He seemed to not be so tense anymore and he looked at me.

"I should be trying to comfort you..." He half joked.

"What... what just happened?" I didn't mean to be so forward, but I'm really concerned.

He sighed again. "Today's the anniversary of my friend's death."

"oh." That friend must have been important for a cyborg to hallucinate like this. "I'm sorry"

"It's fine. Happened years ago..." He stood up and offered to help me up. I shyly declined and stood up myself.

We walked back to his office and I sat down in the chair across from his desk.

"I-I don't have any scars." I answered his question he asked me earlier.

His brows furrowed as he tried to think about where I came from.

"I could try to make some tests. Just to make sure you have everything. I just want to rule out any black-market activity."

"No tests!" fear hit me as some memories came back. That cyborg...

"They wouldn't hurt you, I would just take some scans. There isn't much I can do for a human here anyways."

"He did tests too. Too many of them. I don't want anymore. Not now."

"Alright. When you're ready then."

"I'm sorry..." I did want to know what happened to me. But I'm too terrified.

"I understand. Maybe when you trust me enough." He let out a comforting smile which put me at ease. I felt like I had a choice with him. A feeling I haven't felt in a while.

"Do you-" He was cut off by the sound of a doorbell. I stood up frightened by it. Could it be those men?

Yoongi stood up and motioned for me to relax.

He walked to the front door and I was close enough to see him but far enough to have a head start to escape if necessary.

He turned on the screen to see through the front door security camera.

I squinted my eyes to see who it was.

I felt my heart drop to my stomach as adrenaline was kicking in.

It was them.

They found me...