Amnesia

40. Subway

Devan’s eyes widened and he took a step away from me.

“I’m sorry, Devan, please.”

He looked like he was going to just leave right now, but instead he said, “I will hold no hard feelings as long as you don’t mind when I kill yours.” His voice changed to dark and threatening.

“Go ahead,” I told him.

He was surprised by my answer, but he just nodded and went to a different room.

I didn’t know what to do. I just stood there, looking at the door he left through.

“Go talk to him,” Trisha said. “He’ll get over it eventually.”

I nodded and started searching for where he went. There were quite a few rooms here, so he could be in any of them. I found him in the very last room in the hallway, my room.

He was walking around the room, looking at what I had hanging on the wall. I had a strand of multi-colored lights hanging along where the walls met the ceiling and more strands hanging down the wall to look like they were dripping down. Devan didn’t know I was there until I had silently plugged in the lights. He jumped, turning to me quickly.

I gave him a small smile. He looked back at the lights.

“Are you mad at me?” I asked quietly.

"Of course I am," He answered. "But then again, I can't be."

"You would have done the same."

He nodded.

"You were always telling me how you kill because it's your job and it's what you have to do to stay alive. And how I can’t say anything against it because I don’t know if I was the same."

He just nodded again.

“It’s almost now that I don’t want to believe it,” He finally spoke. “All this time I’ve been set on thinking that you were from here, and now that I know that, I don’t really want to believe it.”

I sat down on the bed and he sat next to me.

“So where are we exactly?” Devan asked.

“We are under Chicago,” I told him.

“Under?”

“Yeah. This used to be a subway rail system. My great, great grandfather or something had found it. It was shut down and closed off because there had been a dangerous chemical released inside it. My great, great grandfather found an opening and found out that the chemical was no longer in there. He kept the entrance hidden by having a building built over it. That’s how we get in. It looks like a big garage on the outside, but it goes down to this level. It took a few years to get the whole place cleaned out and built to how they wanted, but now it’s all fixed up.”