Deilson Joy

Chains

The morning sunlight between the curtains made Deilson woke up from an unpleasant sleep. He felt dizzy as he tried to sit. Looking around, he realised this wasn't his room. He was still in his white collared shirt, but a button was missing. A car key was in his pants and a smartphone on the nightstand next to the bed. He took the phone and found a message from an unknown number.
"I've already upload the list. Once you're ready, contact me."
Deilson was confused, he didn't knew what it meant.
"Right, i was at the bar." Deilson talked to himself as he tried to remember. "I was at the sidewalk... and... a car..." Deilson stood up and opened the door.
He walked out and realised he was in a motel. He grinned.
"Why... why does this feel familiar... this feeling..." His words stopped as the phone vibrated in his hand.
The phone's battery had almost depleted.
"Five percent?" Deilson sighed. "Phone companies need to make better phone batteries."
He view the pine trees around the motel, and a lake not too far.
He smiled. "I needed this." He walks back into the room and lay on the bed. "Some peace and quiet."
He knew he'll have to break the quietness later, but since he had some time to spare, he decided to continue his sleep.

Deilson went to the parking spot and tapped the car keys. A black medium sized car responded with a beep noise. It was an expensive car, very.
"Not bad, not bad all." He grinned as he opened the door and checked the car.
There was a bag in the passenger seat. He grabbed and unzipped the bag. There was a pair of white trousers, a red t-shirt, some toiletries, and stainless steel watch.
"Hmm.. fresh clothes.. white pants? Why white pants? Who even wears white pants?" Deilson shrugged to himself. "Fancy watch.. toothbrush and the toothpaste.. a mouth washer? At least give me a gun." He complained.
Deilson wasn't very happy with what was supplied in the bag. He took the bag and when back to his room and took a cold shower. After feeling refreshed, he took a moment to stare at the lake. Deilson's mind starts to float away, but it was different that before. His memory was clearer, but still blurry.
"Hey!" Deilson turned around, looking at a man wearing a hoodie, his face was a fox's.
Deilson took a step back. "W-what the bloody hell are you!?"
The man gave a questioning expression through his face. "Did you drank alcohol? Dammit, what the hell is wrong with you?"
"The hell is wrong with me!? You're the one with a fox faced freak!"
The man closed Deilson's mouth. He could see the man's hand was all black like a fox's.
"Don't yell! Otherwise, people are gonna notice me, now get in the car."
Deilson, still confused, followed him to the car. The man sat in the driver and took off his hoodie.
"Tell me," the man twitched his fox ears, "Did you actually drank alcohol? And how much?"
"I pretty sure i drank enough to be imaging a humanoid fox is sitting in my car."
The man closed his eyes and placed his hand on his forehead. "Alright, first this is my car. Second, your brain needs a reboot."
"W-what...?" Deilson asked blankly.
"Just pinch your thumb repeatedly, then squeeze the side of your thumb."
Deilson did exactly what he said. While he was squeezing the side of his thumb, he felt a tingling sensation between his forehead, then blacked out.

Opening his eyes again, he saw he was in the car, parked at a restaurant.
"So, you done rebooting?" The man asked.
Deilson was dizzy, but he could remember the man's name, Kevin. "Kevin?"
"Well, atleast you know my name."
"What the hell happened?"
Kevin sighed. "When you were shot, your brain... well... went to auto mode."
Deilson held his head in confusion. "You mean, subconscious...?"
"Glad your brain is working... abit. Yes, subconscious. But since we're... evolved humans or something like that, your memories were effected in the process."
Deilson felt fear, losing his memories was something he fear since a child.
"I can see that, but you don't have to worry, subconscious remembers everything, literally everything."
Deilson grinned. "Lucky bastard."
Kevin chuckled. "So you know i can control my subconscious better than you."
"You bloody lucky bastard."
The both of them started laughing in the car.
Kevin started the car. "Glad to have you back... well, some of you."
Deilson couldn't remember most about Kevin or himself, but there was something that made him felt both of them had a long history together... a very long history.