TINY TINY TINY blood warning, I dunno if you guys care or not.

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Carmen remembered everything. Not just her past as Black Sheep, and her adventures across the world, but also the hard things. The scary things.

Falling through the bitter cold air of Stockholm.

Watching Ivy slip from the rocket in Australia.

Gray unconscious in New Zealand.

And the sound of her own bones cracking as Coach Brunt roared her revenge.

Things like this had unfortunately returned to Carmen's mind, but only the true terrors were able to shove their way into her sleep.

They seemed to enjoy doing that.

I was tired.

Blood was darkening the bandages on my arm yet again. Of course VILE wouldn't bother to clean the wound. What was the point of that? I still didn't understand Coach's words, but I knew I should be afraid of what the implanted microchip could do to me.

If only I could get an answer from any one of them...

They keep me locked up constantly. Not always in a cell. Sometimes I'll find myself tied to a chair or another table, and I just lay there for hours. They don't do anything to me, but it is as if they want me to be afraid, to know that they could hurt me.

I do know that. And I am afraid.

The food is terrible, but that was to be expected. I try to eat as little as I can, not always knowing if there's poison in it or not. They can only get me to eat when the pangs of hunger drive me either to my knees or my feet, if that makes sense. Luckily the water is always cold and clear, a small mercy for me. It seems to be a victory most of the time, really. Better a victory than poison.

But I'm so tired.

Sleep claims me when I let it, which is often. I've gotten used to straps holding me down, and I don't even notice the rashes they create on my skin. Most often I dream of my friends, if there might have been a way for that night to have gone differently.

A way that kept me safe with my family.

Today is strange already. An operative wakes me up and pulls me to my feet. I don't argue, I need to save my strength. They tie me up quickly and scoop me into their arms, then run to a separate room. I don't know why the running was necessary.

Probably to jostle me for fun. Just for the heck of it.

I'm placed in another chair, and I've been sitting here for so long I wonder if they are going to do something today. But no. Apparently I was wrong.

Dr. Bellum brings out a metal box and opens it, revealing her favorite piece of mind controlling equipment. I don't care to remember its name, but I know to fear it, as well.

Fear is suddenly all that I am.

There are people all around me, laughing as I struggle. The helmet is placed on my head, my shortened auburn hair tickling my cheeks. I almost like it that length, really. But it can't stop the headgear from turning on, humming and vibrating a horrible feeling through my skull. I'm yelling now, but it turns to screaming as it heats, and I watch my own memories disappear before me.

Ivy and Zack, gone.

VILE, gone.

The several other languages that I speak, gone.

"My name is Carmen Sandiego," I mutter, if only to keep myself sane. "My name is Carmen Sandiego!" It works for a second, and my name does not disappear. "My name is-" I cut off mid-sentence, shaking. My whole body is quivering like I'm being pounced on and tossed around by lions.

My name.

My name is...

No.

It's gone, too.

I am no one, and no one is me. We are the same, no one and I.

Both of us are hurting, and confused.

But I am much more tired than no one.

I'm just so tired.