Author: aquayao PM
It was the reason you went into a room. Something so important, that it slipped your mind and you had to leave it be. Something nagging at the back of your mind, begging to be remembered...AURated: Fiction T - English - Sci-Fi/Supernatural - Gabe G. - Chapters: 13 - Words: 22,941 - Reviews: 46 - Favs: 11 - Follows: 8 - Updated: 07-16-11 - Published: 02-05-11 - Status: Complete - id: 6719697
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"This is what you want, isn't it?" The woman was obviously mocking him, her left eyebrow arched and arms crossed. Gabe tried to display every emotion he wasn't feeling: courage, cocky, confident and self-assured. In fact he matched the woman's cocky attitude by smirking and raising his own eyebrow.
"Of course this is." He replied, keeping his demenor even though his voice gave an unattractive and cowardly crack.
"Then sign." He woman's voice floated across the attic, reverburating like a ghostly shimmer of the moon's glow across a midnight-engulfed lake. Gabe stuck his chin into the air and kept his smirk upon his face. Without another word, he snatched the pen from the woman's relaxed grip. She had no reason to be tense or uptight…she wasn't losing anything from this deal. She would be safe if everything fell apart.
"You've heard the consequence. You understand what will happen." The woman wasn't asking for clairification. She was demanding him to sign in words that made her seem concerned.
After the two shared a nod, the contract was given to Gabe, kept safe by the metal of a silver clipboard, the chilled metal no doubt a direct result of the cold air wafting through the attic. Once Gabe signed, a single snap of her fingers made the pen and clipboard disappear into thin air. She didn't flinch as Gabe fell to the ground, unconcious and face to the ceiling.
"Remember our deal," The woman said nonchalantly as she pulled on black leather gloves. She smiled to herself and spared a glance at the teenager. "Or rather…don't." Her little warning amused her enough to give a small chuckle before disappearing just like the pen and clipboard had.
Memories were mixing themselves into the already complex mix of Gabe's mind. Forcing themselves, replacing memories of never being seen by his father by his father putting his hand on his shoulder after being diagnosed with…with…
A memory forcing himself into his mind again, replacing his mother downing countless pills to him being the one taking countless pills. More memories shoved their way into his subconscious and then – silence. The calm before the storm.
Sudden pain. A feeling of numbness. A voice repeating the same word, over and over again…bothering him. Angering him.