Monster

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Okay lets get this fucking over with....

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So Maya had just had me sit back down.. I'm still bleeding... and I just tried to murder her....

Let me make myself clear, Hoody, deserved what happened to him, the fucking bastard wrecked my life, and god knows how many others before, he's a blatant proxy's displaying  powerful slender-skills, and yeah...

Maya hasn't done shit against me, except be a "friend" of Hoody... and I almost killed her for that...

She came back into the room from the bathroom with some more Gauss and some rubbing Alcohol... She looks at me slightly shaking like I'm going to strike at her again...

That just makes me feel worse....

"You don't have to help me anymore.... you already know that I'm on to the two of you" I say with a bit of bile...

Maya just sits down "Paul... I don't know what the hell your talking about, just sit down and shut up so I can get the bleeding to stop."

I didn't deserve this...... We sat silent while she worked on Re-wrapping my head, the rubbing alcohol burned like a son of  a bitch...

"How do you know him...." I asked while she worked.

"How do you not Paul.... I can understand forgetting little things, but I don't understand how you forgot about Antonio"

So that's the Proxy's real name... "There's allot of things I don't know"

"I can see that... Paul.... when did the memory loss start?"

I look at her "My memory is fine thank you, it's the rest of the god damn world that's wrong!"

With sad eyes she asks a question that I didn't want to answer "Do you remember me at all?"

I look at the table, at my wrecked hand... "No.... I remember.... something else... I'm not ready to tell you what I do remember."

She stands up and walks to the fridge, there's a blankness in her face I can't quite place, she grabs a couple beers for us, I get the impression she's going to push for details.

She sits back down, not looking me in the eyes... "I figured as much to be honest, when you bought the fake story about our tattoo's"

I struggle to pop the top off my beer, she had to pop it for me.

I look at her... "What's the real story?...."

She looks at me... she struggles with the question, I'm getting answers, but to all the wrong questions.

"This is not the first time one of us lost our memory Paul, Antonio is... Well he is what you called a 'Proxy'... But he used to be... with me... before I met you."

I hide my shock at this... shit I knew she knows allot about Him, but to hear her speak openly of it is... dubious.

"He was kidnapped... years ago... were were still kids... I didn't see him till about 8 months ago, he was different, he was traumatized, he had... He had strange abilities.... you helped me Paul, helped me pull him back together, you might not know this, but he has the same tattoo as us"

"Maya he might have killed people... I mean my-"

I cut myself off, She wouldn't remember my family, she wouldn't remember my friends... how could she, the rest of the world doesn't....

At this point she gets up walks over to me, I'm still sitting..... my guard is down, I'm so very tired at this point. I can faintly see the marks of my fingers on her neck still...

"I don't know what you remember Paul, what they made you remember instead of Antonio and I, but were real god dammit!"

On that note... She slaps me... Hard... I deserved it....
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Then she hugs me.... Crying.... I hug her back, the bastard that I am, still comforting her....
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Maya will be her in a few moments, she doesn't know about the blog, I plan on keeping it that way... I'm not sure what's real anymore... There's no way my family was fake...  but Maya is real, and were on the same side now....

I tried to kill her, might have killed Hoody/Antonio....  But if she's right, someone else is pulling the strings here... and we plan on finding out who....