IdentityUnknown

D: DDDDDDDDDDDDD: YOU DELETED THE ORIGINAL POLL!!! D:

Hi everybody! Here's KKLT! She's pretending she doesn't know anything about what you guys were talking about earlier...but we all know it's a fluke.

Not me! :V :V :V I contradict myself. :V

10 years later I'll still be thinking. :V

*finds* *drags out into open*

All right. *sighs* I'll stop being lazy and write a chunk. Won't include myself too much because that would just hinder the story. ------ "Let's start with the easiest one...the one I know the best," John started. His spun around in his chair, settling his gaze upon four eager, yet slightly apprehensive eyes. The chair finally stopped moving as John turned towards Krev. Krev seemed a little surprised and the bored look on his face disappeared immediately. "Krev, though you may not remember, you joined the Organization at the age of..." John took out a file and placed it on his desk. "Ten. "Most of you were recruited around that age," John added, "with the exception of one of you. You all had shown great potential -- and connections. In fact, Krev, you were never intended to be recruited. You were initially...kidnapped." Krev stiffened, as did the others in the room. Brise sent a slightly sympathetic look towards him. Krev focused his gaze on John and did not comment. "Your name was Joshua (though you were called Josh) and your father was an enemy of the Organization. They thought perhaps they could eliminate him with you in their hands," John continued. IdentityUnknown looked worriedly at Krev. His face betrayed no emotion, but IdentityUnknown was sure that inside, he was a mess. She wondered why John had started everything off this way...and why he had the file on his desk yet never looked into it. Perhaps it was just that he knew the material rather well...though IdentityUnknown had her own suspicions. "Your memories remained intact for a period of a month. The Organization was unwilling to kill you as your father simply wouldn't give up on chasing them. Meanwhile, you were crafty. You had been trained from a young age by your father in case anything like this were to happen. You picked locks, escaped, and tried to get in contact with your family. After the first two escapes, your security was high and the guards had threatened you several times with death. The Boss, however, took this as an opportunity. He called in the memory-wiping team and managed to pull off a successful job. You were the lab rat of that experiment, and apparently it was successful. "Now, does any of this strike anything in your memory?" Krev seemed uncertain. "I...don't know," he said, shifting slightly from foot to foot. "Some of it sounds like I could've done it, but it doesn't seem to be striking any chords." "Well then," John said, looking slightly disappointed, "I suppose we'll have to show you what was produced by the Organization at the time." He waved his hand at Sarah who was standing off to the side. She turned off the light and pressed a button on a remote control. It was a video of a young boy who looked exactly like Krev, just younger. He stared defiantly into the camera, his mouth gagged and his arms tied behind his back. He seemed a little worn and beaten up but oddly enough, calm. His arms shifted left and right and IdentityUnknown thought she recognized the action. "This is Joshua. He has been at our base for over 2 weeks now. Abandon your efforts immediately and he may be spared. Currently he is in a relatively good state. However, he may not remain that way for long -- kid! What are you doing?!" The camera clattered to the ground. There was yelling and scuffling, the sound of a door opening, the patter of feet. Then the video turned off. "One of your escape attempts," Josh said calmly. "I remember your father was proud of you when it happened." Krev stood there, rigid, his face slightly pale. "That seemed...so...familiar..." he whispered under his breath. John looked at him for a while, an unreadable expression on his face. Then he turned away. "Brise, let's handle your story next." ------ Have fun with the story.

D: How dare you! He broke up with xpon for you! *spots*

I thought I was meeting Mark and you guys were being shot at...

Just got annoyed at the baka. <3 :V Mark! <3 (even though you've probably disappeared by now)

...I have just been reaffirmed in my belief that all the guys in my school are just plain stupid. I hate you, M.

I wish I hadn't missed Mark...

Still, we have to (attempt) to stay on track. Don't get too sidetracked by romance.

Disappointed, a little annoyed, but too busy to ponder about it.

Ello.

...I don't kill people for hugging people. *sighs* 5 minutes...

D: I missed Mark?

Great job Aeyra. I like the final part.

*feels slightly OOC* I call Tsukiko...Tsukiko. :V I wouldn't hug Mark under such circumstances since in the story everything is at a different pace. I wouldn't directly ask Mark about Tsukiko with her standing next to me. I'd most likely go in alone. I wouldn't call Tsukiko suspicious right there. I would've either told her to go ahead or I would've asked Mark in private some time later. And...(this might be my neglect) was Tsukiko investigating and how did I know? Not in the mood to murder. :V

*tosses down pencil* In your face, Math!

Thanks for the tip.

*turns red* Shut up.