Theo Banks

Hearing the announcement ring out in his ears, Matthew's mind and body came to a complete halt. A new slew of questions flooded in, although most of them covering the same topic. 'WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING TO ME?!' filled his head the most. Eventually though, Matthew was brought back to reality through the impact of a slap, and feeling the grip of someones hand violently placed on his wrist.

"Can you fucking focus Theo? Like we got a job to do, and all your lazy ass has done since we got here is doze off!" Theo's sister angrily let go of him after yelling this, before trying to calm down and saying, "I'm gonna go and get a cab. Splash some water on your face or something before we meet Dom." With people surrounding them starting to stare, Matthew felt pressured to head to the bathroom. Instantly after his first step, the control that the body had against Matthew had suddenly been lifted. That step soon turned into a sprint as Matthew's instincts made him crash into the dimly lit room, facing the mirror.

This wasn't his body. The messy brown hair, the serpent-like green eyes, the untidy stubble around his chin, his moderately skinny figure...all gone. Instead, what Matthew was facing a curly brown haired, muscly figured man with tattoos of Bible verses running down his neck. Due to finally looking at who he was now, Matthew saw and felt the weight of a bag against his shoulders, and finally opened it up. Shoving his hand deep into the small abyss of the bag, fishing out a laptop and a wallet at first. "Theo Banks..." Matthew muttered quietly.

Just like from a river, memories that weren't familiar to Matthew at all flooded into his mind, causing him to collapse onto the ground, clutching both temples on his head. All from a life he never had, the life of Theo Banks. An orphan in Jamaica who impressed a drug boss named Domino Callier, by beating up a few thugs in a bar at only 13, and took him to Los Angeles...was an errand boy which soon became a well respected member of the drug ring...when he arrived, he met Alyssa Fire, who from childhood he has always considered to be his sister...now is on a operation to deal with snitch Ricardo Walker, current girlfriend is Emily Sea...who he plans to buy a ring for and propose...he's been lying about what he does? She's a teacher?

Once Matthew got up and composed himself from all the shit going on in his head, he tried to remember who he really was, Matthew Jones. A boy brought up in a rough area, but always able to work harder than anyone else to get past all the limitations of Croydon. A joker with his mates, but a real sweetheart to his family. Thinking otherwise would be him letting whatever the fuck was happening to him take over. 'Remember...Matthew Jo-Theo-No, Matthew Jones.' The idea that Matthew had only been here for a few minutes brought the smallest of smiles to his face, before seeing a gun and knife scattered on the floor among other items which were in the bag.

After quickly hiding them away and finally getting out of the bathroom, Matthew decided to go along with being Theo with the memories that he had for now, so he didn't freak out Alyssa or anything like that, or worse, not being able to move or speak on his own like before on the train. He was met by the once again irritated face of Alyssa, although more confused than irritated this time.

"How fucking long does it take to wash your face? You weren't having a damn makeover in there...you know what, cab's outside. Just fucking get in it already." Matthew could smell the scent of elegant perfume, but quickly got a whiff of tobacco underneath the nicer odour. However, Matthew decided to not comment on it, firstly cause that would sound really fucking weird, and logically, she must be trying to hide it if he could also smell the perfume, but this caused him just to be awkwardly staring at her.

"Damn sis, what have I done to annoy ya so much today?" Matthew replied in a cheeky tone to smooth the mood although knowing it would infuriate her the more, before heading outside and getting in the cab.

Los Angeles wasn't like how it was in London that night. The sun was out, glistering over the beanstalk buildings bunched together, with people of different classes and cultures, just like London, but it felt more...modern. As Matthew looked out the window pane, without the droplets and instead a clear blue sky, richer cars and seemed to be happier people. 'This is America huh? What a pompous shithole...' Was one of the thoughts that drifted into mind again, he never knew he'd miss the unhygienic, dark streets of Croydon. Smiling, he turned around to Alyssa who seemed to be busy with her phone. He needed to be Theo for now, even if he didn't understand the situation at all.

"You ready to deal with Ricardo?" He asked, with a reassuring smile across his face. Alyssa finally took her eyes off the phone, and instead faced him, the irritated look being washed away, and being replaced with one of comfort. Using the Ricardo situation, with the vague memory of what he did have about how Ricardo had betrayed the gang by trying to sell information about them out to a cop, it would make him get used to being Theo.

"Well...it's our first interrogation...I just hope he gives in quickly and admits it..." Alyssa muttered to him, making sure that the taxi driver couldn't eavesdrop. "I wonder what Dom plans to do to him..." With a brief moment of silence after, she laughed "You were acting like such a dick earlier! I hate when you do shit like this!" Matthew laughed along as well, but before they knew, the driver stopped at a long, daunting alleyway, with graffiti splattered along the walls, and a braiding shop right next to it.

"This where y'all wanted me to drop you off at, right?" The driver asked, shooting the two a glance of suspicion.

"What? You think we've kidnapped someone or some shit? " Matthew snapped back, opening the door, and slamming it with force, before reaching into his wallet and chucking out money that was surely enough for the ride. It may have looked badass, but Matthew instantly thought, 'I look like such a bender right now it's ridiculous...' Alyssa rushed out as well, slightly it seemed.

"Theo...I've already paid..."

To avoid another awkward moment, Theo kept walking, completely ignoring what Alyssa had said, but to storm down the alleyway. "Where's the room?" Theo asked, looking around his rather filthy surroundings. Matthew caught Alyssa just staring at him, before clearing her throat and turning away. 'Oh for fuck's sake, I did not sign up for some retarded childhood friend incest shit...' Matthew thought, before seeing a door hidden behind all the graffiti. "Sis! The room's here!"

Just like back into London, what he was expecting behind the door was far away from what was actually inside. One florescent light shining down on a brutally beaten man, tied to the back of the chair, his body imprinted with cuts and bruises, although hard to see due to how much blood has washed over his body. People covered in dark clothing, yet their bats and crowbars, stained red...this wasn't something Matthew Jones would see. This is something Theo Banks would.