Secret society

  I quickly sprang up from my bed and pulled out my pistol which I had left in my pants pocket, when I heard a gun shot on the other side of the door. But after the gunshot, everywhere fell dead silent.

  I cocked my pistol and took cautious steps to the door, with my heartbeat reverberating loudly. Then slowly reached out for the door knob, and quickly pulled it open, with my pistol pointed forward.

"Hey! What are you doing?" Emma asked in confusion, with her hands up.

"The gunshot? Who was shot?" I asked in confusion too.

"What gunshot are you talking about? Are you okay?" Emma asked again in confusion.

I was even more confused about the situation, and looked behind her.

"Ahh..." I grabbed my head and groaned in pains, as a sharp headache suddenly struck me.

"Are you okay?" Emma walked up to me, and asked with a frown.

"Y-yeah, I-i'm okay... I'm okay" I replied as the headache suddenly vanished.

"What do you mean you're okay? You were whining just now" Emma asked.

"I'm sorry, I just need rest... Yeah, rest. I'll be fine" I replied with a forced smile.

"If you say so then. If you need anything, don't hesitate to call me, okay?" She asked with caring smile.

"Yeah, sure" I nodded.

"And I really think you should eat something..." Emma said.

"No, I'm not hung..." I was saying, when Emma grabbed my wrist, and pulled me behind her, as she headed for the dinning room.

  As she dragged me out my room and into the corridor, I quickly rubbed my foot on something on the floor, and allowed myself to get dragged along by her.

  When we got to the dinning room, she dragged over to a seat in the brown wooden four seater dining table, and pressed down my shoulders to sit me down. Then she dished her spaghetti and meatballs into two set of plates, and sat on the chair opposite me.

  I didn't try to start up a conversation and just ate with my heads down. But I could feel her constant glances on me.

*Sigh*

"You're acting weird, you know you can talk to me if something's bothering you" Emma sighed loudly and said.

  I didn't reply and just shrugged my shoulder with my head still down, while stuffing a meatball into my mouth.

"Where's your phone?" Emma asked after a while.

"Haven't bought one yet" I replied.

I really needed to get one soon.

"I meant the one I gave you" Emma said.

"Ohh, I dunno. Should be in my closet or somewhere" I said with a chuckle.

"You can't be serious, do you want to go back to prison?" Emma asked with a frown.

"I'll find it later, it's not like it'll grow wings and fly away" I replied with a shrug.

"No later, you'll find it as soon as you're done with your meal" She said angrily.

"Yes mum..." I replied sarcastically.

"What's wrong with you? You're weirder than I can last remember" She said and scoffed in annoyance.

"At least you have the right to choose which memory you wish to remember, some people don't!" I raised my voice in anger, as I stood up.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Emma asked with a frown.

"Is it possible to swap you with another CIA agent, cause that's what I really want right now" I said and spat into my half eaten spaghetti, and walked back to my room.

'Could he have remembered something? No, that shouldn't be possible' Emma thought to herself in confusion.

-

  When I looked behind Emma earlier, before I had the sharp headache. I saw droplets of blood on the floor, and when the headache struck me, I regained all the memories that was previously locked by Emma.

  I was scared to challenge or question her, and decided to play along with the events while thinking through everything I had remembered. I came to the conclusion that Emma must be in a secret society, who use blood sacrifices to gain abilities.

  And maybe the doctor from earlier was in an opposing society, who wanted to use me for sacrifice, but Emma had saved me. And whoever it was she had shot earlier, had probably come for me too. Has it been discovered that I'm not from this world? And maybe sacrificing me would give them unimaginable abilities.

What am I even thinking?

  It was really bothering to live with Emm, knowing she was a 'satanist', and I needed to be smart about the situation, because if she figures out I already know, she'll just hypnotise me again, and I'll be back to square one.

*Knock*

  I got startled from my bed when I heard a knock on my door, 'Could she also have the ability to read my mind? Shit, I'm f*cked up'.

"W-who's there?" I asked cautiously.

It could also be another 'satanist' coming for me. Besides, the last one also knocked before he got shot.

"Can I come in?" I heard Emma's voice seep in from the other side.

"If I said no, you'll just break down my door and arrest me for obstructing justice" I replied bluntly.

I wanted her to get annoyed by my attitude and quit on me, so the CIA would replace her with someone who's more on the God side.

"I'm not like that and you know that. I feel like... No, I know that you have a problem with me, though I don't know why, but we could talk it out" Emma replied worriedly from the other side.

"What makes you think I have a problem with you? I'm just homesick, of the home and life you took away from me" I replied with a sad tone.

I wanted to misdirect any thought she had of me regaining my locked memories, so she wouldn't try to spell me again.

"I know you're just bluffing, let's talk this through" Emma said.

'Shit! Does that mean she knows already?' I thought to myself with a leaping heartbeat.