―ARTIFICIAL MEMORIES

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THE JAPANESE MIXED

UP YOUR DAMN MIND.

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ASSIGNED TO KILL . DIMITRIY WAS ORDERED TO KILL A MAN WHOM WAS UNDER THE NAME OF THOMAS WILSON BACK IN AMERICA . ON MULTIPLE OCCASIONS , THE PEOPLE THAT HE HAS BEEN WORKING FOR MADE HIM READ THE MANS FILE. UNLIKE BEFORE, THIS TIME HE WAS SENT ALONE ; ( WILL UNDERSTAND AFTER READING THE 'NIGHTMARES' SECTION ) , WITHOUT THE SOLDIERS WHO USUALLY WATCH OVER HIM . ONCE THEIR ' WEAPON ' REACHED AMERICA , HE TRAVELED DOWN SIDE STREETS , ALLEYWAYS . . IN ORDER TO DRAW MINIMAL ATTENTION TOWARDS HIM , DUE TO HIS ATTIRE . THE MALE WAS DRESSED IN ALL BLACK , A SMALL PATCH COULD BE LOCATED ON THE ARM OF HIS JACKET , REVEALING A JAPANESE FLAG . BESIDES HIS UNUSUAL CLOTHING , HIS HAZEL HUES SEEMED DEAD , LACKING ANY SORT OF LIFE GLISTENING WITHIN . .

ROGER WAS NEAR . GOING UNDER THE NAME OF THOMAS WILSON . SIMILAR TO DIMITRIY , ON HIS SHOULDER A FLAG WITH A DRAGON ON IT COULD BE LOCATED . THE MAN PACED BACK AND FORTH , DEEP IN THOUGHT .

THE SOUNDS OF FOOTSTEPS COULD BE HEARD .

THUMP ,

THUMP ,

THUMP .

HIS HAND LAID UPON THE HOLSTER OF HIS GUN. DIMITRIY PEERED AROUND THE CORNER OF THE BACK ALLEYWAY. WITHIN SECONDS HIS GUN WAS AIMED AT HIS TARGET , AND THE TRIGGER WAS PULLED , A BULLET PIERCING THROUGH THE FLESH OF ROGERS ARM .

HE BLINKED , NOT FEELING IT AS HIS SKIN STITCHED ITSELF UP. ROGER LOOKED OVER AT DIMITRIY , HIS COLD HUES LANDING ON HIS .

HIS DULL HAZEL ORBS MET THE OTHERS AS HE REMAINED BY THE EDGE OF THE INTERSECTING WALLS , HIS GUN STILL AIMED AT THE OTHER MALE ; " THOMAS WILSON , SOME PEOPLE ARE NOT VERY HAPPY WITH YOU . SO I BELIEVE THAT YOU KNOW WHY I HAVE BEEN SENT . " HE SAID , HIS VOICE QUITE COLD , YET HARSH AS HE SPOKE .

ROGER RAISED A BROW , " MY NAME , IS NOT THOMAS WILSON .. MAYBE I SHOULD TELL YOU BEFORE I KILL YOU . " HE SNICKERED , " I , AM ROGER HOLLAND . " HE SHOOK HIS HEAD, CLEARLY AMUSED BY THE FACT THAT THE OTHER SAID THAT HE WOULD KILL HIM .

" AH , I SEE . . WELL , BEFORE I KILL YOU , OF COURSE , MAYBE YOU SHOULD KNOW MY NAME . " HE SAID , HIS HUES FIXATED ON THE OTHER ; HE HAD NO RECOLLECTION OF ROGER HOLLAND EVEN THOUGH THE NAME DID IN FACT SOUND FAMILIAR , " VALENTIN . "

ROGER BLINKED , " DIMITRIY . " HE SAID COLDLY , " I SEE . . "

HE RAISED A BROW AS HIS EYES REMAINED LOCKED ON HIS TARGET , " HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT NAME ? AM I A TARGET OF YOURS AS WELL , IF SO THAT IS NOT THAT SHOCKING TO ME . " DIMITRIY SAID , HIS FINGER GENTLY CARESSING THE TRIGGER , YET IT WAS NOT ENOUGH PRESSURE TO SET OFF THE GUN .

" OH , JUST MEMORIES . " ROGER SHRUGGED , TILTING HIS HEAD A BIT AS HE BIT HIS LIP , " OKINAWA . "

HIS FACE REMAINED EMOTIONLESS AS HE GLANCED OVER AT HIM , " AH YES , OKINAWA . WHERE YOUR MEN KILLED MY MEN . " HE SAID , REFERRING TO THE AMERICANS KILLING THE JAPANESE . " HOWEVER , I DO NOT REMEMBER ANY MEMORIES CONTAINING YOU THERE , WHAT WERE YOU ? " HE ASKED .

" MACHINE GUN . LIEUTENANT . " ROGER REPLIED COLDLY , NARROWING HIS EYES .

" MAYBE I HAVE SEEN YOU BACK IN OKINAWA . . " HE SAID , THINKING BACK TO THAT POINT IN TIME , " YOU SEEM SOMEWHAT FAMILIAR . " DIMITRIY SAID , HIS HUES COLD AS HE STUDIED THE OTHERS FEATURES FROM AFAR .

ROGER WALKED UP A BIT , " YOU'VE SEEN ME BEFORE . YOU KNOW ME . WE WENT TO YOUR FATHERS BEFORE CHRISTMAS . " HE REPLIED , STILL WALKING TOWARDS HIM .

DIMITRIY WATCHED AS ROGER GREW CLOSER , HE KEPT HIS GUN POINTED AT HIM , POISON LEAKING FROM HIS MOUTH WITH EACH AND EVERY WORD THAT LEFT IT , " THAT IS A LIE , MY FATHER WOULDN'T LET ANYONE COME TO OUR HOUSE , MY FATHER WAS ONLY A COLD HEARTED MAN THAT DECIDED TO RIP MY HEART OUT OF MY CHEST DUE TO HIS RESENTMENT TOWARDS ME . HE HATED ME , DESPISED ME . AND IF HE HATED ME , HE MUST HAVE HATED YOU . IF HE MET YOU , HE WOULD HAVE KILLED YOU TOO . " HE SPAT , " I DO NOT KNOW A ROGER HOLLAND . " HE STATED .

" OF COURSE YOU DO NOT KNOW ME . THE JAPANESE MIXED UP YOUR DAMN MIND . " HE HISSED .

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WE'RE GOING TO FORGET EACH OTHER SOON SO GET YOUR GUN READY , BUT IN THE MEAN TIME REMEMBER THIS . . REMEMBER WHO'S WITH YOU TIL' THE END OF THE LINE .


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