It's Saturday somewhere. I'm only a few hours late, but I hope these chapters make up for it. (:

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Emily jumped up and ran toward Jackson, who did nothing but stare at me. There was a mixture between pain, understanding, and fear etched in the lines on his face. I wanted to walk over to him and explain myself but I knew he'd never give me the chance. I had hid things from him and lied to him. I was a shitty person.

But his eyes... His eyes betrayed the emotions on his face. His eyes were wide with curiosity and interest. I was something he hadn't expected: I was dangerous and powerful. I was something he wasn't sure how to handle and I was a challenge.

Emily went on and on about how worried she was and how he shouldn't ever scare her like that again. Jackson grunted occasionally, and when she realized that he wasn't paying attention, she sighed and glared daggers at me.

"I'm sorry you had to see that," I muttered, feeling slightly embarrassed about the whole thing. The kiss, the proposal, the admitting that I had crazy sex with Silas.

Jackson got up off of the floor and brushed himself off, not bothering to worry about Emily next to him. He stared at me for a second before he crossed the room and pulled a gun on me.

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't shoot you."

I raised an eyebrow at the barrel of his gun. "Because I saved your life."

I watched his finger flex on the trigger. I flung my hand forward and grabbed the gun in his hand, pushing away the arm that held the gun so he released it. I flipped the gun around in record timing so the barrel was aimed at him instead of me.

"Do it. Shoot me. You've done it once before; don't let me stop you now."

I glared at him, "I'm not going to shoot you."

"Chicken."

Was he fucking taunting me? Did he want to die? What the fuck?

I moved the thumb so the clip fell out of the gun and pulled the hammer so the bullet clambered from the chamber to the floor. I flung the gun across the room.

"It takes strength to spare a life. I'm not a chicken."

Jackson scoffed, "Right. Is that why you killed all of these men? Are you strong?"

"I was protecting your scrawny ass." I took in his tall stance and huge build, knowing that he was anything but small.

"How was lying to me protecting me?"

"Because if you knew who I was, they would kill you."

Emily took that moment to cross the room and step between the two of us. She stuck up her nose like she was too good for me and looked everywhere but where I was standing. She didn't say anything, she just stood there.

"Yeah?" I finally asked, irritated.

"Fuck you."

I couldn't help myself. I know I should have had a little more self control in that moment, but it happened before I could think about what I was doing.

I laughed. Hard.

I've never heard anyone say "fuck" the way she did. It was more like "fack" and her accent was exactly the same as mine. Stupid rich bitches...

When she said those words (I won't repeat them or I'll laugh too damn hard) and I laughed, I could tell that she was way more offended than necessary. She gasped, scoffed, and then looked to Jackson for help. He was too pissed off at me for keeping things from him to really notice what was happening in front of him.

"Who are you?"

"If I tell you," I began my warning, "you're going to be considered a threat and probably eliminated."

"Tell me."

I sighed, "My name is Samantha Margaret Ford. My brother is Collin Ford, he was dating your... fiancee, was it? When they broke it off, my brother went missing. We were told he was dead. I buried an empty casket, but I knew that there was someone responsible for me never seeing him again. I found out about Silas, I made him fall in love with me, hoping that he would tell me what I wanted to know about my brother. I worked my way up the social latter of this fucking institution by hacking into the system  and making everything seem official on paper so there would be no complications.

"Eventually I came to a bump in the road. I was told that I had to prove my loyalty by erasing my memory. If I refused, I would be made into another test monkey. They assured me that I would not be experimented on. They were hoping that I would remember about being a traitor before I remembered about who I was really and why I was here.

"By fucking around in my brain, Silas was hoping that he could slow down the process of me remembering who I was. It scared him that I was remembering things faster than he expected me to. So what he did was he messed with my emotions, making me think I was feeling something different than what I would normally feel. I couldn't trust anything that I thought I could. Including you... and even myself."

Jackson continued to martyr himself, holding his arms out, openly inviting the reign of terror he was expecting from me. I took a step forward and he flinched, "I'm not going to hurt you."

"You already shot me," he reminded me. Emily hissed when he said that.

"What?!"

I raised an eyebrow at her, "I didn't hit anything vital."

She stepped forward again, obstructing my view of Jackson once more. "You still shot him, you bitch."

"Both of the things you said in that sentence were true. Move the fuck out of my way."

Jackson pulled her back behind him, glaring at me some more.

I opened my mouth to yell at him to say something but before I could, the door clicked. I turned, expecting to see Silas back to check to see if I was dead. Wait, there were cameras. Why would he come in to see if I was dead?

It was the most eerie moment of being in this box. Suddenly all of the lights dimmed and a smoke poured out from the exit door. I watched as a strange firgure, barely visible in the lack of light, strode through the door. Following behind him was a mass of soldiers and three familiar faces: Silas, Dr. Rousseau, and Mr. Heffburn.

All of them had a look in their eyes. It was almost like the things they saw didn't register and they didn't belong to themselves anymore. They were almost dead to everything around them.

Jackson dropped his head in a form of submission and Emily shut the fuck up faster than I'd ever seen her do. She looked at Jackson the entire time, her face sad.

Everyone was glancing down, staring at the floor or looking away from the center of the room where the dark figure stood. Everyone except me. I stared straight at the man, challenging him to say something to me.

"So," the man said in a booming voice. "You're Samantha Ford? Any relation to Henry Ford?"

I pursed my lips. If I remembered anything about my childhood, it was the constant questioning from the older folk if I had any relation to the esteemed and highly successful engineer from the Motor City.

"None."

He grunted, "Pity. Maybe your status could have saved your life."

"I doubt it."

He chuckled. It was a dark and devious laugh, came mostly from the chest, "You're right to doubt." He took a few more steps towards me. I felt suddenly more aware that I was the only one in the room without a gun.

I moved the thumb so the clip fell out of the gun and pulled the hammer so the bullet clambered from the chamber to the floor. I flung the gun across the room.

I frowned, remembering that there was no way in hell that I was getting that gun without being super conspicuous.

"What do you want?"

The man laughed again, "You have something that I want."

"What's that? I already told you everything."

He took a few more steps forward, finally stepping into the light so I could see him. He had dark black eyes and jet black hair. He was wearing an all black suit, shirt, coat, tie, and pants. His shoes were black velvet. And he wore the smallest amount of eyeliner under his dark eyes. His nose was pointing and threatening and his jawbone was defined. Absolutely no stuble. He was flawless and looked absolutely stunning. He was the face of the devil himself: handsome yet dangerous.

His beauty took my breath away. It was no wonder he got away with everything that he did. Experimenting on people, he must not have had a soul. It made so much sense now that I felt like I was in hell. He was my master, my devil.

"Mathias," I whispered.

Everyone answered to someone. Jackson answered to me, Silas answered to him. But if I spent the rest of my life answering to that beautiful face, I wouldn't mind one bit.

"Ah, so you remember me."

All of it was coming back so suddenly. It was scary that I thought I knew everything about myself but there were still things that I was continuing to fill in. How much more did I not remember about myself? Would I ever remember it? The worst was that I didn't even know what I was missing.

"Of course. Yours is a hard face to forget."

"You managed quite well before now."

His stare, his black eyes boring into my own, made me want to fall to my knees and worship him. The devil shall disguise himself as an angel of light. Never in my life have I heard anything more true.

"What do you want?" I tried to sound demanding, but it came across as desperate. I wanted to do everything that I could do please him.

"Well, as you probably know, your brother isn't dead. However, he is... quite damaged." He walked closer,  his eyes still staring into my own. "We need a replacement to continue our experiments. I don't know how much longer his brain can handle the constant tests." He walked even closer, "But to have a fresh brain, a fresh body. And to have their DNA so close to the subject!"

My heart leapt! Collin was alive! There was suddenly so much hope. Too much hope to handle. But I couldn't let my hopes get too high. I'd believe he was alive when I saw with my own two eyes that he was.

I narrowed my eyes, waiting for him to get to the point. I wasn't sure I could keep up the façade that I was pissed. He was just too damn beautiful.

"What I'm saying is, and I can't believe I'm asking this... But, I wish for you to stay, take your brothers place."

"Or you could let us both go."

"I'm afraid I can't do that." Even his voice was like silk, engulfing me and keeping me warm. Like a sailor drawn to a siren, I was drawn to his every word. He got even closer. I could smell his scent. It was divine. "You will stay here and take your brother's place."

"And if I refuse?" Why the fuck would I refuse this beautiful man?

He shrugged, "Then I keep him until he dies." He said it so nonchalantly, as if my brother's life meant nothing to him. Did I mean something to him?

"And if I agree?"

He smirked, "Then you'll make me a very happy man, Miss Ford. See, I run a business of sorts. Without fresh products to continue creating results, I lose profits and my business plummets. But with your help, I can change the face of this institution."

I glanced around the room at the rest of the people. I was the only one who didn't shy away from his glances, everyone else looked at the floor or the walls or ceiling. Even Silas looked helplessly at the floor.

"So, Miss Ford." He walked closer still until he was close enough to reach out and touch my face. He placed his finger on my cheek and traced it down. "What will it be? You or your brother?"