Title- Forgotten

Author- Lidyipi

Rating G

Category- Pre-ep?

Archive- Wherever.

Feedback- Big Smile for any I get. kiki_infamous@yahoo.com

Summary- Takes place after Running.

Disclaimer- The characters don't belong to me, but to CC.

They came for him, during the early morning,

with cold hands and the blinding light. A

dark face leaned over the bed, his father,

"Jeffery wake up."

The little boy registered groggily and his

eyes widened. "No, don't do the bad things

to me," he pleaded. Squirming under the grasp

of uniformed men with strong arms, the little

boy screamed, his voice high pitched and animal

like. In the corner, Cassandra stared, suitcase

clutched at her right. The woman's eyes spat

venom at the heavily clad captors.

"You will go to this address after they

finish and then you'll never come back,"

Jeffrey's father said unemotionally, he

shoved a folded paper in her hand.

"Bastard," Cassandra raised her eyes, jaw

sharp. Behind, the men began injecting,

dropping, stealing away the past and

replacing it with a new school, different

trees, a different state. "Have you found

the girl?" She asked quietly.

"We won't find her," her husband replied,

he fingered an unlit cigarette. "And he

won't remember anything, not this place or

me, or Samantha."

Cassandra ignored him and walked from the

room, dragging her luggage. Behind, the

child's wails subsided and the strangers

trickled out of the room, stolen memories

packed away in their medical bags. Jeffrey's

father lit his cigarette and trailed them,

pausing to face Cassandra once more, her

curled hair fair under the hallway light.

"Goodbye," His voice fell flat. "Perhaps

someday I can aid the boy."

"I hope that you never will," Cassandra

parried.

The smoker turned away, his dark suit

shuffling as he exited the small home.

Setting her suitcase against the wall

Cassandra returned to her child, standing over

him in silence. After a few minutes she

gathered the boy in her arms and headed out

towards the car. She slipped his arms into a

coat and laid the body gently across the back

seat. Jeffery tossed slightly, murmuring

indefinable sentences.

Slamming the door, Cassandra made her way back

into the simple house. She tread mud across

its white carpet and gathered the luggage outside.

The open entrance stared at her back dejectedly.

As the '76 Chevrolet pulled noisily from the curb,

it abandoned the tiny home, leaving behind a new

set of ghosts and memories.

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