"Time heals all wounds, I presume," the interviewer said, warming his butt on my turquoise Serena and Lily armchair in my lounge room. "That's ridiculous. What wounds can I heal when I don't remember a damn thing from my years as a child. The media covered this already. What more information do you want?" I said nonchalantly, blowing at my cigarette. My gaze was fixed on the scrawny man, his short dyed black hair to blonde threatening my breakfast. He took out his notepad and jotted down what I had just said. "There isn't anything to write. We are done here. Get out!" "So you are saying you have amnesia? Then why are you always cold, harsh and brutal when you don't even remember your past? Why are you always intimidating? Why are you on demand on every police checklist, them desperately wanting you to join their force? How is it possible..." I pressed the cigarette butt that had been burning between my fingers on the ashtray and stood up as the man continued bombarding me with all

Xander's POV I had already anaesthetized Becca when Dr. Baldowski walked in. Without much further ado, we connected the machine and set it up. We placed nodes on her forehead, at the back of her neck and somewhere between her root hairs on the scalp."This is it!" I said anxiously but yet still excitedly as I took the specialised hospital drill.Dr. Baldowski held her head firmly as I drilled a hole at the back of her head, careful not to cause any damage. Despite my hands being clammy, I took in a breath and successfully passed the camera and the sensory cable into her cerebrum."Turn on the machine," I instructed, fingers crossed.I was using two monitors. One to see where I was to stop and the other to scan the passage I was using for the purpose of recording the memory."Anything?" Baldowski asked."Not yet!"I finally settled at the downward edge of the cerebrum. "Now, we just have to wait." "How long do you think it might take?" Baldowski asked. I shrugged my shoulders. "Pati

After two long weeks of recovery and two long weeks of Xander's boring company, I got back to my usual routine. Waking up, having a long cold shower, wearing something dark that matches my personality and showing up at LAPD if I didn't have any interesting engagement. Boring? You'll get used to it. "Good to have you back, sunshine." Marlon acknowledged as he appeared through the door to his office, a file in hand. 

I picked a lollipop from the lollipop jar I always keep by my door as I entered my house, slumping on my settee. I was just from the coffee shop after been bailed. Guess I just didn't rethink my plans. Never before have my plans failed. The guy I was dealing with at the moment was different. It's like he knew my every move, knew what I was thinking or what I was to say. That explains the constant interruptions. Maybe he had heard the lines one to many times but he was manly and mature enough to finish the sentences in his head rather than blurt them out like a five year old. 

  I stared at my reflection in the mirror. I had on a short, two-piece, black bodycon dress with a slit on my left side for flexibility. I was left-handed in writing and in fighting. The slit was an added advantage.  I accompanied my look with some light make-up, peach lip gloss and black ey