I Know You're There: Malevolent Innocence

*Conclusion to the I Know You're There trilogy* Reuben's dead. Never to return. Tori doesn't grieve, she gets on with her life. In fact, her and Damien's wedding is coming up. Sure, she loves him, but not like she loved Reuben. Everything's fine; absolutely fine. Despite the fact she cries herself to sleep, and prays for Reuben to come back every moment, everything's fine. What am I saying? It's Tori Hills, nothing's going to be fine, especially when she's about to devote her life to the wrong guy. 'I swear, if mine and Reuben's love was fire, we'd be nothing, but ash.'


20. 'As if he'd keep that promise!'

"Where's Reuben?" I asked, my voice shaking slightly.

"We're not sure. He's probably close by," Blake softly replied, looking at me with sympathy.

"Is he okay?" I stupidly asked. How the hell are they meant to know?!

"We don't know," Blake chewed on the inside of his cheek, glancing over his shoulder.

Will was leading the way, me behind him, and Blake behind me. Despite the fact no one would give us a second glance, due to our choice of attire, we were all paranoid. Watching someone you love be killed is pretty unnerving. Everyone we passed gave us a nod of acknowledgement, and continued with whatever it was they were doing. Some of them didn't even do that. That was, until someone needed our help.

"Hey, are you guys busy?" a woman in her thirties asked us, making us stop.

"Um, no," Will replied. The best response would have been yes, continue walking, but what if she asked why?

"Great, can I borrow her for a minute?" she gave us a warm smile, and I gave them a small, discrete nod.

"Sure," I forced a smile back.

"I have to stay with her, it's her first day," Blake quickly added on the end.

The woman nodded, and lead us back through the corridors we'd come down. It felt like a school, to be honest. The hallways were wide, with white walls, and dark carpeting, or sometimes tiles. Windows occasionally allowed natural light in, and random pin boards decorated the free space. Pieces of paper were pinned to them with thumb tacks, showing everyone's schedules. 

"Just go ahead, in there," the woman stepped to the side, and we stepped into a dark room.

Blake kept his hand on the small of my back, comforting me. The door closed, making us fall into pitch black. A few voices picked up, and a flicker of light illuminated the room. The woman who brought us in was no longer there; she was replaced with three men. Three men who could kill me, as if snapping a tooth pick. I swallowed the lump in my throat, and waited for further instructions.

"Victoria Hills, it's good to see you again," one of them smirked, and I vaguely recognised him. Well, our gig was up.

"What do you want?" I snapped, shifting my stance, ready to pounce if necessary. 

"Oh, nothing too important," he flicked his wrist, waving his smugness away, "Why don't you turn around, sweetheart?"

Narrowing my eyes, I slowly turned around, knowing Will and Blake would have my back of they tried anything. As soon as my eyes processed what I was seeing, and confirmed the reality, I gasped. My eyes widened, and I slapped my hand over my mouth. 

"Is... Is... Is h-he al-live?" I spluttered, close to hyperventilating.

Reuben was shackled to the wall, his wrists above his head, taking his full weight. His head was hung, his chin against his chest, so that his raven hair fell in his face. It was difficult to see if he was breathing or not. Other than his immobile body, he looked like he was okay. Maybe they would spare him. Please. 

"Yes, he's alive," the same man drooled, as if what I said was stupid, "Reuben, perk up."

Scowling, Reuben's head snapped up, and he glared at everyone in the room. Even me. He must have been really angry, that I'd come along anyway, to develop a glare that sinister.

"Go fuc-"

"No need for dirty language, Reuben," a different man laughed, poking Reuben's ribs.

"What do you want?!" I demanded, angrily stomping my foot.

In unison, they laughed at me, as Will and Blake closed in on my flanks. They seemed scared for me. At that moment, I wasn't scared for my life at all. Just as long as Reuben didn't have the same fate as Drake, I just didn't care. Whatever sick, twisted game they were playing, I was going to win.

"What do you want?" I repeated, a lot calmer.

"We want information, but Mr Angel-Demon doesn't like talking to us," the third man explained, "Therefore, we gave him Xanax."

Xanax? What the hell is that? Those are the moments where you regret falling asleep in chemistry. After a few seconds of thinking, I came up with a conclusion. Xanax - the drug that influences memory loss. That must be wrong... Why would they want him to forget the information they want? It doesn't make any sense.  

"Why?" I genuinely asked.

"Because we have the antidote. We'll give him a taste of his memory, and he'll want more. We can make him promise to tell us what we want, if we give him his memory back," they concluded, looking proud of themselves.

"Promise?" I scoffed, "As if he'd keep that promise!"

Blake cringed beside me, "If an Angel breaks a promise, they die," he whispered.

My mouth formed an 'o' shape. That would also explain why Reuben glared at us. He couldn't remember us. The past eight years meant nothing to him. I was a nobody; he didn't love me anymore. This isn't fair! It's blackmail! Why can't they leave him alone!?

"Why do you want me?" I croaked, my eyes watering.

"Because if Reuben remembers a part of you, he's going to want to remember the rest of you. And there's no better way to jog his memory, than to have the image before him."

Again, my mouth formed an 'o'. They certainly had everything sussed out, and I hated it. They were forcing him with the worst torture upon him imaginable. Anger boiled in my veins, and I wanted nothing more, than to lock my hands around their throats.

"Here, give him five millilitres," the leader tossed a syringe to the man next to Reuben, and he easily caught it. 

Reuben gritted his teeth in anger, as they jabbed the needle in his arm, giving him five millilitres of his memory back. They told us that it would take him about ten minutes to actually register everything, and a further ten to get over the shock of retrieving his memory. Well, part of it. Once those painful first ten minutes were over, they started asking Reuben some questions.

"When's your birthday?"

"Um... July?"

"No... How old are you?"

At this point, Reuben studied his body for a bit, "Twenty?"

"Twenty three," they grimaced, "Who's she?" they gestured towards me.

"I don't know," he honestly answered, our eyes locking.

When no one was looking, he winked at me. Neither Blake, nor Will seemed scared either. Well, they had some kind of plan going on...

"Ugh! Give him another five," the leader instructed, tugging in his hair in frustration.

"Super naturals have photographic memories. They can't do anything to him. He's just acting," Blake whispered to me, when they were all preoccupied with retrieving his memory. 

"What's the plan?" I whispered back.

"Let's just hope someone turns up, and saves us," Will muttered.

Relief flooded through me, but then again, what about when they realised it was having no affect on Reuben? I let silence envelope me, and they repeated the ten minute exercises for another two hours. Once that was up, they called it a day. They came up with the idea that they were rushing him, and if he slept on it, his memory would come back.

Roughly grabbing us, they bonded us to the wall, the same way as Reuben, next to him. The order was Reuben, myself, Blake, and Will. Will was silent as per usual, muttering sarcastic comments on their terrible bonding skills. Blake was just silent, thinking to himself. I copied Blake, and Reuben hummed cheerfully, as if we weren't tied to a wall.

"So, what's up?" Reuben asked.

All three of us gave him the shut-up-now look, and he returned to gazing at the floor.

"I told you not to come," Reuben whispered, his voice going from happy, to hurt, in a split second.

"I know," I softly replied.

"It's my fault," Blake pitched in.

"There's no point in discussing it. We're here now, and that's that," Will decided.

For another few minutes, we stayed in silence. Until the best plan ever popped into my head, out of nowhere.

"My phone's in my pocket!"

If they could applaud, they surely would have, with the expressions on their faces.




Sorry I took so long to publish this, everytime I tried, my laptop crashed. Sorry :/

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