I woke, expecting to see gray concrete ceiling, flooring and walls. Instead, I am greeted with bright lights in my eyes, a terrible pain in my neck, head, arm and chest, and blurry vision. Once my vision fixed itself, I realized I was still leaning against the wall. Subject 11 lay passed out on the floor in front of me. I couldn't see his face, he was just a small heap on the ground.

I pushed myself to my feet, wobbling a little, placing a hand on the wall to re-gain balance. A bit of fog was left over, and morning light filtered through the windows. I grabbed my Walki Talki and went to the correct station.

"This is 121, do you copy? Over," I said into the Walki.

"This is 182, what do you need? Over," A voice responded.

"Can you get me to Washington? Over," I asked.

"Sure, Over," They responded.

I waited a minute, before a new voice talked through the Walki.

"121, you are supposed to report on a certain time and day, Over," Washington said.

"This is urgent. The vile exploded, Over," I said.

"Are you okay?" Washington asked, his voice worried.

"Yes DAD I'm fine," I smirked. "Anyway, Subject 11 is currently passed out on the floor. I breathed in the serum, but I don't feel anything strange, Over."

"Whatever you do, don't look at the subject, Over," Washington ordered.

"Alright, now that I have him, what do I do? Over," I asked, a bit confused at why I shouldn't look at him.

"Stay where you are, do not move, and do not look at another human, we will come and get you, over," Washington said.

"Alright, Over and out," I said, setting down my walki talki.

I heard some noise, and realized Subject 11 must be waking up. I turned towards him, then remembered not to look at him and turned away. 

"What the hell-" I heard his voice say, but he cut himself off. "John?"

It was very hand not to look at him.

"How do you know my name?" I asked.

"I-," He said, cutting himself off again. "How would I not know you? We've been together forever."

"What?" I was utterly confused.

"You're John Laurens in the place to be, two pints of Sam Adams but I'm working on three," Subject 11 said.

I had only ever said that once, in front of Hercules and Lafayette. Nobody else in the world could have heard that.

"How do you know this?" I questioned.

"I- Don't know. I feel like I've been there the whole time," He said.

"I have never met you," I hissed, looking out the window.

"Yes you have. I know everything about you. You are kind and caring and compassionate..." Subject 11 said.

I took a quick glance at him.

Oops. 

Something happened inside my brain. It flooded with memories- memories I never remembered having. A hurricane, a small office, days without sleep, crying alone on a bench. I suddenly knew all these things. I knew all these things as if I had been there, like I had experienced everything with subject 11. 

I saw his current emotions. He was bewildered, nervous, worried, proud, scared, and I also felt my own emotions coming off of him in waves.

"Alexander?" I asked.

"John-" Alexander said.

We stared at each other for a couple minutes. All these new memories sinking into my brain. Something inside me told me these memories were not mine, but something else told me i had been there the entire time.

"You are incredible," Alexander whispered.

"You wen't through so much," I responded.

Years of college flooded my brain. I was writing huge essays. I was crying alone in the bathroom. I felt every emotion he had ever felt. I suddenly feel like I knew him forever, like I was the person always there to be beside him.

"I would have never tried to shoot you if I knew what happened to you," I spoke.

We sat in silence for a bit longer. Then I heard helicopter propellers. 

"There coming for us," Me and Alexander said at the same time.

I felt a sudden surge of fear, from me and from him.

"They can't separate us," Alexander stated. "We have to stick together."

Figures burst into the room. Washington himself is there. He noticed me and Alexander, standing not to far apart, glaring into each others eyes. I look at Washington, and I can tell something changed on his face. 

"I told you not to look at him!" He scolded me.

Some soldiers grabbed Alexanders arms and tied them together. They started roughly pulling him away.

"JOHN!" He screeched. "HELP!"

"Don't," Washington said, grabbing my shoulder.

"He did nothing wrong!" I exclaimed.

"You have been affected by the serum," Washington said. "You aren't thinking straight." 

I don't think straight, I'm gay. I thought to myself.

"So? Now I know everything he's done is for a reason, and he is not a bad person!" I protested.

"Its lies. You are being tricked by your brain, this man has killed," Washington pointed at Alexander.

I searched through his memories. He has killed. I just realized something, everything doesn't add up. His memories make him this mean, lonely sad person. And currently, he just wants to be with me, hes acting all nice and different from every one of his memories. 

"JOHN," Alexander screeched again.

I was pulled away by Washington and someone else. I was brought away from Alexander. 

*~*

I laid on my bed, thinking of Alexander. He was brought into an interrogation room not to far from me. I could feel his emotions. I was flooded with fear, and sometimes I felt surges of pain. 

After a long search through his memories, I found out he had always been hated by everyone. He was a cold hearted selfish person. He had killed three people before, all for personal selfish  reasons. Like Aaron Burr, his middle-school bully. He killed Burr. Because of something years ago.

Alexander has never warmed up to anyone. He doesn't talk to people, he only leaves his house to buy food, he only ever felt happy a couple times. Most of those memories where from before his mother died, the only happy memory that hadn't been from way back then was when he saw me.

Something inside him had changed when he looked at me. I can actually see the memory through his eyes, his side of the waking up. The first thing he had looked at was me. And once he did, memories flooded his brain and he changed.

Now he was a cinnamon-roll. I had a conversation with him on the helicopter ride home. He was so sweet. Because his current actions where a memory, technically, I can see through his eyes right now. I can see someone wearing a mask glaring into my eyes while I am tied to a chair in a white room, lights shining in my eyes.

I can hear a voice,

"Who hired you to invent the serum? What where your plans with it?" The demanding voice said.

"I made it for personal reasons, I was never going to harm anyone!" I said, but my voice was not my own. It was Alexanders.

"That's a lie. We know you have killed," The interrogator hissed.

I felt something tap my shoulder. I shifted out of Alexanders eyes, and looked up to see Lafayette. He was still waiting on his next mission. His mission needed special timing, so he might even have to wait a month before the right time to leave.

"Mon amie, you okay?" He asked worriedly.

"Yeah," I lied.

"You where successful on your first solo mission, you should be, how you say, proud," He said.

"Its complicated," I mumbled.

"Where is my happy cheery best friend?" Lafayette asked.

"Gone," I grunted.

"Lets go have some fun," Lafayette said. "Lets go get some gross American cheeseburgers!"

"Fine," I yawned, standing up.

I followed Lafayette out of our room. I suddenly felt something inside my brain- some kind of presence. I knew, somehow, that Alexander was watching through my eyes. I tried to project a happy memory in my mind, one of the only happy memories I could find in Alexanders brain. It was of his mother and brother, hanging out at a pair of swing sets. A wave of happiness washed over me, it came from the interrogation room.

"Did you know one of Hawaii island is completely flooded over now?" Lafayette asked.

"That was fast," I exclaimed.

"Oui. Only the top of volcano are visible now. All the resident have evacuated," Lafayette said. "With all the ocean flooding, Florida is almost empty now. Most of the resident moved away."

"Smart, that place is already half under the sea," I said.

"Oui, the state in the middle of the U.S. are getting flooded with people. There isn't enough room for everyone," Lafayette sighed.

"At least us up here in South Dakota are fine," I pointed out.

"You had stayed in South Carolina, you would have been doomed," Lafayette added.

I reminded myself again to find a way to get my siblings out of my home state. Global warming has caused the oceans to flood, and my state is flooding with it. Soon the entire globe might be gone. 

Seriously, people really shoulda started listening to economists way back in 2020.