Fallen From Grace | ✔

Chapter Twenty One - "Part Of Me"

               After scratching at both sets of ropes, (she'd also untied my legs and my stomach) she returned back to her seat.  A large whooshing noise followed as she let herself fall onto the chair.  I guessed it was from her clothes.

               “I'm sorry, it's rude of me.  Let me introduce ourselves,” the man started, looking relaxed.  I was still tense.  Staring at the door, I knew I couldn't make it.  “I am Ipos and this is Piroska.  She doesn't speak good English and I apologise.”

               Not making any move, I watched as his frown turned into a small smile for the briefest of seconds.  His head tilted slightly to the side before he spoke again.

               “Quiet one you are.  That's not too bad.”  He whispered to himself, his face declaring victory.  I gulped and looked at “Piroska”.  She was smiling, a haunted smile.

               “Ha nem adunk neki vissza neki a memória, nem, nem lesz zökkenőmentes a birtokában.”  She commented.  Honestly, I couldn't figure out what she was saying, or whether it was a good or bad thing.  I was sure it wasn't a good thing.  Earlier, her tone had been venomous.

               “I run the operation, Piroska.  Don't lecture me.”  Ipos snapped at her.  He quickly composed himself before returning back to me.

               Plucking up some courage, I asked him, “Operation?”  My voice was quiet and it was obvious I wasn't liking where I was.

               “Operation Dimtri.”  He smiled.  “It's where we... we help angels who have lost their memory.  Like you.  Did Saria not explain?”  She certainly didn't and I'd no idea where she was or even if she got into the car with us.

               Sensing that this man wouldn't hurt me, or at least not yet, I talked some more.  He seemed to be giving answers.

               “No, she didn't.”  All she'd told me was that this would benefit her.

               “What a shame.  Well, my... lovely assistant here will give you back your memory, we just need one thing in return.”

               “In return?”  I asked, confused.  Helping... wasn't that when you did it without needing something back?

               “Something for our expenses.  It's not... exactly cheap giving back your memory.”

               “W-what would I need to give you?”  What could I offer?  I had nothing to my name.  I'd only learnt about who I really was a few days ago!

               “Vérben.”  If I'd thought that seeing a few of Piroska's teeth was disgusting, it was nothing compared to this.  Honestly, when I thought she had most of her teeth missing, I didn't realise that there were only four left.  All spaced out quite far and they were thin.  So fragile that one knock could have removed them from her mouth.

               “Blood, she says.”  Ipos translated.  My mouth ran dry.  Blood?  My gut instinct was screaming and protesting that it was a bad idea.  I just couldn't, for the life of me, figure out why.  What was so bad about giving blood?

               As if Ipos could sense that I was having second thoughts, he quickly caught my attention, diatracting me from my thoughts.  It was working well.

               “Of course, you don't have to decide yet.  We'll give you a day.”  That didn't seem long at all... only a day?  What would I do for the rest of the day?  To be honest, I only needed a few more minutes; hours at the latest.