Remember Me

〃30〃

Felix keeps the door cracked and listens to the two men outside.

"We trained him like a dog with one simple goal in mind. To find you and bring you back."

Pewds can feel the scowl on his face set deeper as Jack keeps talking. He's a human being, not the Military's property.

"We can shut him down like a computer and control him, he is no longer a human, or the person you once knew him as, he is now the Military's puppet. That is why you should be aiming your gun at him instead."

Felix scoffs and turns away from the door, wanting to punch Jack's face in. He no longer listens to their conversation and instead choosing to roll up the sleeping bags, putting everything into Cry's backpack.

He grabs the duffle bag full of weapons and considers just running away from the two men out front, surely he wouldn't be such a danger then, but he shakes himself out of thinking like that and walks out. He puts the backpack and duffle bag into the front seat of the truck and hops into the back without a word.

He watches as Cry drags Jack off to the side and whisper something to him. Jealousy may or may not flare up inside of him, but he stops watching them and looks forward, at the headrest of the passengers seat.

Cry may joke about Pewds not being able to kill him easily, but Felix thinks that its more easy than Cry ever thought it was.

Jack eventually hops into the back with him. "Let's get to work on that arm, yeah?" He says, picking up a tool kit from the floor of the car.

Felix doesn't say anything or look at him. All he does is hold his arm out.

"The chip is in your upper arm, you'll need to take your shirt off."

Pewds immediately grows self conscious and almost outright refuses to take off his shirt, but they've really got no time to waste and it's stupid to risk their lives just because he doesn't want to show some skin, so instead of refusing, he chooses to cooperate.

Cry finally gets into the front seat and starts to back out of the building as Pewds takes off his shirt and Jack sets to work on his arm.

"Why would you take away my memories?" Pewds mumbles, not looking at the doctor. "Hm?" Jack hums, breaking focus to look up at the white haired man. "Oh."

He starts working on Pewds' arm again while talking. "Well, when Snake had brought you in along with Minx, you both were terribly beat up. After some doctors got you both stabilized, the Captain of the Military, Ken, wanted to speak with Snake. I wasn't there to hear why, of course, but I'm assuming Ken was super pissed that Snake came back with a coma-induced Minx and a half-dead you, with no sign of Cry. After the meeting, Snake was rambling on about how you would never kill anyone or bring Cry in, blah blah. That's when we got the orders to practically brainwash you."

"And you did? Just like that?" Pewds questions. "Not me, no. Snake was practically driving the whole thing, and I said I wanted no part in it," Jack declines, putting bolts and screws into a plastic bag and setting down pieces of metal.

"How did they do it then? Is there any way I can get my memories back?"

"Your brain is practically scrambled eggs by this point, I'm surprised that you're the way you are. Here's how it goes, okay? You know how people will torture other people to get information? Well, they basically tortured you to get rid of information."

"What do you mean you're surprised that he is the way he is?" Cry speaks up from the front.

"How can I put this in simple terms? I've never worked with brains or neither have I fully seen what a fried brain is like, so I don't know the extents of it, but from what I've observed just from watching Pewds and select others at the base, what we did was... Condition him. You know how in SciFi movies if they scramble somebody's brains, that person will basically be a zombie? Well, you can clearly see that Pewdie here is not a zombie, and that," Jack pauses to take off a huge piece of metal from Pewds' arm.