Troubled Paradise

Chapter 5 What Do You Remember?

"Sorry can't say."

Fisher said for the third time in a row. His face was battered and b****y yet he still kept up his defense. Ian was quite pleased seeing someone else in the same position he was when he had first arrived but still kept a fair distance away not saying a word. Dean sighed, exhausted. "Then what can you say?" Fisher instantly turned to Ian who jumped a little from to sudden eye contact.

"It's not what it seems," Fisher paused then corrected what he had said before, "He's not what it seems." The room was silent. Ian was confused, not understanding what Fisher was implying. Fisher realized he was too vague and added another sentence, "The incident that happened back then,"

Ian looked up at Fisher, staring with a mix of expressions. "You don't remember do you?" Ian felt as if he was run under cold water. His mouth went dry and he could feel his heart speeding up. How did Fisher know? WHY did Fisher know? Ian didn't answer and only averted his gaze. Suddenly, Dean slammed his wrist down on the table. Some papers flew off and there was a evident vein running up to the man's arm. He leaned back once again. "That's not related now is it? Are you only going to talk non sense?"

"Then have a question for you Mr. Sallow, why bring Ian into this? I'm sure you have all the powerful abilities and all the necessary resources. You could just send out a high tier and get the job done but yet-"

"That does not concern you." Fisher laughed and settled his gaze back on Ian, "Stop being an i***t. Oliver has been here all along and yet you weren't touched once. Why do you think he suddenly appeared now?"

Ian's mind was in chaos. His eyes were bloodshot and it seemed he attracted all the heat in the room towards himself. He had always wondered too himself. Why him who doesn't even have the qualifications as a high tier? Why did Oliver suddenly appear? Why were there things he couldn't remember? Why? Just why? There were so many questions that needed answering but he was afraid of hearing it. Hearing the answer to those questions might plunge him deeper into chaos. It was better not to know the truth and live his life as a lie.

Fisher realized that he had settled on a choice but not the one he was hoping for. He turned away, upset. "Oliver and I are childhood friends you know?" He started his persuading again. "Everything was going well until you saw something you were too young to see-"

"That's not what we're discussing here, Fisher." Dean butted in.

"Shut up." A low voice sounded. Dean looked at Ian a bit surprised. Dean opened his mouth again but Ian only told him once again to shut up. Dean's eyes darkened and he raised his voice, "Don't think because just because I put a blind eye to your behavior that I'm suddenly a push over." Ian put Dean's gaze with the same ferocious glare. Dean was obviously upset but those on the sidelines didn't dare to interrupt.

"Don't you hate it when-"

Ian's world went spinning and before he knew it he had woken up in his room. He huffed as he put a hand over his wildly beating heart. What was that?

He remembered he was arguing with Dean when suddenly he blacket out. He didn't know why or how. He felt around his body and felt no abnormalities. He quickly pushed away the silky sheets and rushed downstairs. Everyone was there as usual; Karsyon, Dior and Bruno sat on the couch while Rico was standing up. They saw him come down and immediately hostility washed over their faces. Ian was taken aback by their attitude but proceeded none the less. "What happen-"

He hadn't even finished yet when Rico interrupted, "You mean you don't remember putting Fisher in the hospital?"

Ian froze, his mouth hanging open. "We could've gotten good information out of him yet you couldn't keep your attitude in check."

"What the hell do you mean? That's not what happened!" Ian felt fear wash over him.

"It's what we all saw Ian!" Dior shouted angrily. "You even went after Dean and so we put you out. I don't know why he called you in the first place, should've just sent you to prison where you belong."

"Just wasted our time."

"Once a criminal, always a criminal."

"Just like your brother-"

Ian was confused at the turn of events. He didn't want to be here either but-  he huffed, gripping his chest. He didn't like  being misunderstood.

"I'm telling you, Fisher was talking about his past with Oliver and then Dean and I started arguing!" Ian shouted. Dior instantly stood up, gripping the couch. "Don't you dare tell at me, piece of s**t! That wasn't what happened at all."

Ian ignored Dior and Rico and instead turned to Karsyon and Bruno who has yet to speak a word. "That wasn't what happened, Karsyon, Bruno?"

Karsyon stared at him, "You met him on the bridge, what did he look like?"

Ian was already confused with the turn of events and now he really didn't know what was going on.

"My father." Karsyon turned back to watch the TV. "Or did you kill him too?" Everything turned red. Wherever Ian looked there would just be red and dark. The transition to such a gloomy atmosphere caught him off guard, causing him to take a few steps back. He bumped into the red wall, dying part of his clothes. He looked back to the team only to see they were all lifeless bodies. Their bodies were twisted on such a way the bones pierced through the skin.

Ian wanted to merge himself into the wall at the sight of such a graphic scene. His eyes were beginning to burn and he couldn't speak. The mangled bodies and the pools of blood everywhere drived such fear into him he forget to breath. He suddenly felt something tug on his pants, he instantly froze. He didn't want to look but curiosity forced him to look. There was... Dean. His lower body was missing and it was easy to tell he had been crawling for a while be the blood trail that led elsewhere.

Ian shook. He lost control of his lungs and could feel himself hyperventilating. He had no control over his body as it trembled. He was about to pass out when he caught sight of someone else in the room. His eyes opened wide and he felt everything come to a standstill. There stood, Oliver.  There was blood all over him, his face, clothes, everything. Oliver slowly turned to meet Ian's gaze, dark brown eyes meeting bright emerald ones. His mouth open but no sound came out. Ian had already lost conciousness and laid slumped on the floor.

No matter what he and Dean had argued about, he could never let himself be caught by Oliver.