"What did you say your name was again?." The voice of an aged man, who sat behind a wheel in his fifties at most, inquired. His deep rooted voice was enough to snap the young man at the back to jolt out of his thoughts.
"Addie."
{I take it he has no last name?.} Were his companion's thoughts.
Addie raised his head from it's slumped position, his gaze now fixated on the rear view mirror of the Kia Forte the man was driving.
All Addie remembered was crossing his arms trying to block the high speeding car from knocking him off his feet. He was supposed to be dead, but fate was a twisted fucker.
The crashing sound of a collision forced Addie to open his petrified eyes and witness first hand what had happened.
"Addie, you've got a freakishly strong arm, you sent my car flying straight towards that tree if am not mistaken." Said the man behind the wheel, he took a quick glance at the rear view mirror watching Addie's reaction.
"No, it's impossible for me to have caused that, it's more of you being able to crash into that tree saving my ass." Addie deadpanned.
"I think am too old now to have pulled that off. Plus, you came out of nowhere, I barely even saw you. But you saw me." He asserted.
"You must have felt it, your skin making contact with my car, there's no denying that." The aged man said in a tone that spoke depths of seriousness.
Addie raised both his hands to eye level, the hairs on his skin were still out, though it had been at least twenty minutes past that near death experience.
The fear of the moving car almost crashing into him wasn't the majority of his concern, no, it ran deeper than that. It was the realisation that he indeed felt a sensation build up within him. And not just that, an undeniable strength within him, a strength that caused his body to become a steel wall.
Addie felt it at that second, his elbows and arms against the metal of the car, the heat resulting from the speed of the car against his skin. And then in a flash, it was as though he actually did something, but just without realising it.
"Where are you headed Addie?."
"Libertà City." Was his reply, he tucked his hands back, he was shirtless still, his phone charging silently.
"Then I guess we'll be seeing each other pretty often." The man said, meaning something else, Addie just knew it.
No normal human who believed that he was capable of stopping a speeding car would keep him with him for a second. This man was not normal, that was for certain.
{If not normal then what else could he afford to be?.} Addie thought to himself, bothered by how quickly things were running, and how he still had no memory of the previous night to fall back on.
What would he tell Karla?!.
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"Check the vitals of the patients in ward 7 and give me a full rundown of the results from the lab." A thick decisive voice echoed, it belonged to a female no doubt.
"They all seem to have zero to no bruises and are all perfectly healthy. It doesn't make any sense." A timid and more tensed voiced pointed out.
They were both doctors belongings to the city hospital debating over the current situation at hand. No part of the staff wasn't transfixed at the pandemonium of the mass admitted patients.
All unconscious and having zero memory of how exactly they came to be in their current state.
"She's waking up." The frail voice cried out, alerting her companion gaining her attention.
{Why is it so damn bright?} Were Karla's thoughts exactly.
"Thirsty." She let out, her hand roaming around the bed, throwing her into an ocean of doubt. Hers wasn't so soft, and it definitely didn't emit such a repelling odour.
Karla's eyes flickered open, and for some unknown reason she sprang out of bed ready to pounce on somebody. She was furious, it was obvious from her curled lip and her hostile glare, not to mention her tightly clenched jaw.
"Damn you bastard!." She ferociously screamed, her eyebrows lowered, her eyes bulging out.
The doctors were swift to not waste time in retrieving their syringe, to probably calm her down.
Karla was quick to notice their distinct movements, and promptly calmed herself down, she had been unconscious long enough.
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The doctors had tried their best in walking her through her current state, not leaving any details out.
And now, several hours later, she was face to face with a LCPD detective, giving her statement, just like everyone else had done.
"Miss Andersen, someone placed a call to the police department, claiming that a gang was clashing with the bodyguards of prominent politicians at a night club. The candy Angels am I right?." He interrogated, staring into his folder intently.
He had light brown skin, splattered with wrinkles, that highlighted his black hair with brown highlights, which he packed in a neat little bun behind his head. Both sides of his head neatly shaved above his ears. He raised his honey brown almond eyes at her, staring at her as if he would devour her that minute. But yet, there was this sense of familiarity in his eyes, and unexpected warmth surrounding his round face. His grey smig moustache made his we defined chin stand out.
He didn't have huge workout muscles, his muscles were chiseled and adequate to fit his body stature.
"Yes..."
"Detective Bardrick." He sharply cut in, dropping the folder abruptly on the cold desk between the both of them. Creating tension in the room, his gaze was solely on her appearance.
"I work there." Karla said, he wasn't a young man, he knew that far enough, but something about this girl pulled him to want to question her, her eyes seemed as though they held answers.
"Do you mind retelling me exactly what happened three nights ago?." Detective Bardrick asked in a very professional tone, he didn't beat around the bush with her, but yet he was being gentle.
{Three nights ago? It felt like just today I put on that wig to work, how the hell was I out for two nights?}
"I can't really remember much of the details, but I do recall being told that I had a special client to entertain. We were short that night, so I was sent to the wolves unprepared." Karla started off.
She didn't miss how the Detective's face contorted at the sound of the word wolf. His eyes were unreadable at that moment, and his expression was simply singular.
"Do you remember the name of the client? Anything interesting about him? Did you see him act suspiciously at all that night?." The detective queried, his focus diverted to his notebook.
{Why is a detective doing the interrogations himself? Something about this man seems a bit extra.} Karla voiced to herself. Keeping her own observation skills at it's peak.
"No. Am afraid that my memory is a blur after that, I can't even remember how he looked like." She sadly informed him.
{It's like, the answer is at the tip of my tongue, but I can't quite get it out right!.} This not knowing getup was starting to take a serious toll on Karla. Now, she was keen on also knowing what was going on.
"Maybe asking someone else could help point you in the right direction." She offered, desperation written all over her face.
The detective turned off the recorder, and inched closer to her, he looked much more serious now than moments ago.
"You were out the longest, everyone else at the scene woke up at almost the same time the next morning. From the hours of nine am to eleven am. But you woke up three nights later, that means you're the variant. So if you know that you're withholding any sort of vital information, then you might as well tell me now." Detective Bardrick sedately uttered mixed with a daunting gaze at Karla.
Karla withdrew her hand from the table, fear washed all over her at the solemn approach the captain decided to use against her.
As though he wanted her to know something she didn't.
"I honestly have no memory of what happened, am in the same condition as everyone else here." Karla voiced out, staring back at him.
Once their eyes met, the Detective's gaze was the first to falter and flicker, he looked away as though a force was pulling him back.
"Swing by the station if you remember anything at all Miss Andersen." The detective let out, grabbing his things from the desk and walking out of the hospital as though he was being chased by something.
Leaving Karla drowned in her own pool of thoughts, she buried her face in her palms trying hard to remember what actually did happen. Or why she woke up so frickin angry, but her attempts were futile.
"Hold up." She said, her eyes gazing at her right palm, she was shocked at what she saw.
"A cut? How the hell did I slice my palm like this?." Were her thoughts exactly.