I'll Always Come Back for You

Chapter 2

Y/N's POV:

?: "Y/N?" The mystery guy I had shot says confused as I tower over him. Feelings of anger, shock, and confusion consume me. How and why does he know my name? I freak out and knock him out.
Q(Y/N): "Who are you?" I say crouching down beside him moving a strand of his hair away from his face with the tip of my gun.
AH: "Good job Quinn you caught up to him. Did you get the box?" Hunt says as he approaches me, and I stand up quickly turning to face him as I fiddle with the necklace around my neck. He studies my body language and notices something he's never seen in my eyes before. Fear. "What? What's wrong Quinn?" He asks as his brow furrows in confusion.
Q(Y/N): "He knew my name. My real name," I say diverting my attention from the man on the ground and Hunt.
AH: "What?!" He says angrily. 
Q(Y/N): "He called me Y/N, not Quinn." I see Hunt's eyes look down at the man and see his eyes widen a little bit, and he pulls out his phone and starts dialing a number. "What are you doing? Do you know who he is? Who is he?" I say walking to him, but he ignores me.
AH: "No one of your concern just get him in the van," he says turning away from me.
Q(Y/N): "Don't ignore me Alex because it certainly is my concern since he knew my real name!" I say raising my voice at him, and I grab onto his arm. His eyes darken as he looks from my hand to where our eyes meet and lock.
AH: "Get back in the van with him," I don't respond and stand there silent, "Now!" He says through gritted teeth in his harsh tone. I let go of his arm and walk back over to the man laying on the ground.
Q(Y/N): "Z pull the van around I need your help," I say speaking into my earpiece.
Z: "Coming to you Q." I then see Z pull up the van to where we are, and she rolls down the window. "What happened here," she chuckles.
Q(Y/N): "Just help me put him in the back of the van. I'm not in the mood," I say as Z gets out of the van and helps me out, tying up the guy in the back. We try and find the black box, but we found nothing. No trace of it on him or in the area. The drive back to Phantom was long and quiet. All I could think about and look at was him. Whoever he is. The same questions ran through my mind over and over again. Who is he? And how does he know my name, my real name? Though I didn't know the answers to either of these questions, I was sure to figure them out once we get back to Phantom. The reason I had to change my name was simple I guess, but also left a mystery to me. Ten years ago Hunt told me an incident happened at Phantom that endangered my life, but he never told me what happened. I also can't remember what happened to save my life. He said that it was "best" that I didn't know or remember, and from that day on, at the age of 14, I should go by the name Quinn Pearson and not my real name, Y/N Y/L/N. The only people who knew my real name were those who worked for Phantom, and so I wondered how did he know my name? Because I know for sure I would've remembered a face like his. We arrived at Phantom and everyone stopped in their conversations as we walked through the doors. All eyes were on us as we brought in the guy as he was still knocked out. Regular toned conversations turned to whispers. Did people know who he was? Was I the only one who thought of this man as a mystery? We brought him into one of our many interrogation rooms and strapped him to the metal chair and placed wires against his temples and hooked wires and straps around his fingers and attached a strap across his chest which connected up to the machines that we would use later to interrogate him to see if he will tell the truth and if not, well I think you know. We made sure to patch up his bullet wound on his shoulder just good enough so he wouldn't bleed out because after he tells us where the black box is, he's useless. I couldn't wait any longer as it was just him and I in the room, and Hunt was gone who knows where doing who knows what, so I was going to use that to my advantage. I was determined to get some information out of this guy by myself because I needed answers and lots of them. I go over to the control panel that controlled the electric waves that flowed through the wires which hooked up to him,  and I hovered my pointer finger over the button and flipped on the switch.
Q(Y/N): "Wakey, wakey," I say as a devilish smirk forms on my lips as I press the button which sent a sudden jolt through his body. "Time for me to get some answers."