Pj's surprisingly soft lips pressed against mine as he pushed me up against the metal wall. I stood there, frozen as he kissed me, rigid and unmoving.

"Danny, you have to kiss me back if you want to know more" he laughed slightly into my ear, his breath moving my hair.

I closed my eyes slowly as he returned his lips to mine, I kissed back gently, putting my hand on his shoulder.

As I did, thousands of images flooded my mind, too many to even see. But as I kissed him harder, pushing my lips against his, and he tangled his hand in the short hair at the back of my head, they began to clear.

Two boys, one obviously Pj, and another where driving along a country lane, the other had straight brown hair, his eye color unclear, he wore green converse, with black jeans and the same green hoodie that Pj was always wearing. Pj stared at the boy lovingly, they where chatting but the sound quality sounded hazy, so I couldn't pick out words. The video seemed to be changing alot, the way the boy looked, sometimes his hood was up, sometimes he wore a beanie, his position in the car flickered and changed. The scenery outside the car was just a blur of greens, Only one thing seemed clear, the boys hoodie.

"you're forgetting, you're forgetting, you're forgetting" the same woman's voice I'd heard seemed to chant in the background of the scene.

"I love you" Pj said to the boy, taking his eyes off the road he was driving along.

"I love you too" the boy smiled warmly, looking back at the road. His eyes quickly changed from love to horror as he screamed, "PJ LOOK OUT" his voice clear as day.

A lorry has lost control and was driving on the wrong side of the road, straight towards their car. The boy tried to grab the wheel to swerve the car out of the way but it was too late, to lorry hit the small car, crushing the front left side of it down around the boy's legs, he screamed, the blood curdling scream filled my head, something Pj could never forget.

"Chris!" Pj cried, battling the steering wheel, to no use, as the car spun off the road and down a hill, tumbling over itself and throwing the boys around the car. I watched in horror as Pj smashed his head against his window, blood matting his hair as he passed out. The car came to a stop upside down, blood pouring out of Pj's head as he died, but the other boy, Chris, was left hanging upside down by his trapped legs, crying and begging for help, trying to get Pj to wake up, slowly bleeding out.

I was confused, Pj had told me that he died after being impaled on the lorry's bumper, but he was, dying of being hit in the head. How did he get that huge hole in his chest?

The scenery changed, Pj was sat in a totally dark room, tied to a chair, with duck tape over his mouth so he couldn't speak. He turned to his left and saw Chris, still passed out but his legs seemed totally fine.

Suddenly, a door opened and a person walked in, what did their face look like? It kept changing and blurring. The person ripped off Pj's duck tape, and Pj immediately turned to Chris,

"Chris! Chris! Wake up!" He yelled, but received no response, the person punched Pj across the face,

"Did I say you could talk, reaper?" A female voice said. "Wake him up." She said to a person behind her who walked forwards and grabbed Chris by the hair.

"No!" Pj screamed "Leave him alone, hurt me, but please, leave him!" He begged, tears running down his face. The woman punched him again, this time causing Pj to spit blood on the floor.

The other person obliged and left Chris alone, Pj sighed a brief sigh of relief until the woman spoke again.

"You, what are you?" She said, sternly.

"I'm human, I'm Pj Ligouri." So that's his last name? He couldn't even remember it.

She hit him again, a bruise was starting to form on his cheek bone already.

"No." She said " you are a Reaper."

"A what?" Pj asked, outraged. Punch.

"You collect the soul's of the newly dead and cross them to the afterlife. As simple as that. So I'll ask you again, what are you?"

"Screw you" Pj glared at the woman. "I'm Pj Ligouri. Human. And I don't work for you."

This went on and on and on, the torture getting worse and worse and worse.

"What are you?" She asked him quietly.

Pj laughed insanely.

"Human. I'm Pj, and you are?" He smiled up at her.

She stabbed him in the thigh, but by now, that just caused him to smile harder.

They'd been periodically injecting Chris with Tranquilisers so he stayed asleep until now. But she, the evil woman hadn't given him any so he began to stir, and as soon as he did, she untied him, grabbed him by his hair and dragged him to his feet. She ripped the blade out of Pj's leg and pressed it up against Chris's throat, who looked terrified as he stared down at his bloody and beaten boyfriend.

"There's no rest for the wicked, Reaper." The woman said as she sliced the blade across Chris' throat, his blood pouring out all over her and Pj and it gurgled but his esophagus and out of his mouth. She let go of his hair and he collapsed to the floor. Pj screamed louder than he had ever done before and the lady smiled maliciously.

"I'll ask you again," she whispered, "what are you?" She pressed the blade tip again Pj's throat now, his Boyfriend's blood dripping down his shirt, she pressed it harder and a drop of Pj's blood joined the mix.

"It will revive itself, I mean, it is already dead- thanks to you" she smirked maliciously "and once it does, we can do this again, every day until you join me."

"He is not an 'it'! He's.. he's!"

She suddenly stabbed Pj through the stomach, but didn't stop there, she pushed her entire arm through his abdomen, he vomited dark red blood onto her, choking on it as he screamed.

"What is he?" She asked "do you even remember? Are you... beginning to forget?" She whispered in the silence room.

Throwing him back into the chair, the huge whole in his chest soaking the front of his tshirt in blood as he took a ragged breath, gripping the wooden chair's arms until his knuckles turned white.

"He's Chris! He's my boyfriend!"

"Was." She corrected. "You're dead."

Pj hung his head.

"What are you?" She asked him.

"..I am a reaper" Pj said, defeated.

~~~~

I was shot back to reality, still kissing Pj, I pushed him off me. He was sobbing, trying to wipe his eyes with the green hoodie Chris wore, sniffing slightly.

"..Pj Ligouri.." he muttered, "Ligouri. That rings a bell."

"what on earth was that?" I asked.

"What happens to those who resist." He whispered, turning away and wiping his lips.

"I should have just let you through to heaven, but I thought I could help you Dan, but I cannot. I'm so sorry" he continued "now you're forgetting too."

"What am I forgetting? What is the black thing that chases us?" I questioned quickly, trying to understand what I had just witnessed.

"It's her. She's memory. Every memory that exists or will exist. And those who resist the natural flow of life, do not deserve the memories they have created." He muttered.

"So we loose our memories? What's why I can't remember what Phil's eyes look like?" I asked, scared of this lady's power

"If it's any consolance, I only remember his name and a few key points about Chris." by this point his voice was barely a whisper.

"That doesn't console me very much.." I trailed off.

"So, what do we do now?" He asked me quietly

"You can't change the past, only the present" I said confidently.

He turned to look at me, that small smile creeping back onto his lips.

"Ugh come on then, let us save your stupid boyfriend!" He shouted, grabbing my arm and clicking his fingers