It was a long moment before I could still my panic and stop trying to break through the handcuffs.
“We have to do this,” Waterman said. “We have no choice. The Homelanders are close. Very close. They’ve hacked some of our files. We don’t know how many. We don’t know how much they know. But they know about me. They’ve been watching me for weeks. It’s only a matter of time before they find this place and strike and try to kill us all. We want to help you, but we have to be sure you’re still on our side and there’s only one way to do that. You’ve been out of touch for too long. You might have gone over. The loss of memory… everything… it might all be a fake, or there might be permanent damage that makes you a liability. We just can’t trust you until we know for sure.”
“Who are you?” I said hoarsely. “What are you talking about? Who are you?”
“We’re the good guys, Charlie. If liberty is better than slavery, like you said-if the people who work for liberty are the good guys-then we’re the good guys, though we can’t always be as good as we might like. The Islamo-fascists don’t believe in freedom at all, Charlie, believe me. They want everyone to think the same thing, to do what they’re told. They hate our country, our liberty, our Constitution. Our whole way of life. And the Americans who’ve joined them, who’ve kidded themselves into thinking they’re no worse than us, that one philosophy is no better than another, are self-hating fools. They’re your enemies, Charlie.”
“If you’re on my side, why are you doing this to me?” I shouted at him, struggling against the handcuffs again.
“I’m sorry, but we have to be sure where you stand,” Waterman said. He nodded at the crow-faced woman with the syringe. She stepped toward the chair as I struggled to get away from her.
“The Homelanders are going to attack this country, Charlie,” Waterman said. “They’re going to hit us soon, hard, and from the inside. The people in this bunker are some of the only people left who can stop them. If they get to us, then we’ve got no chance. We can’t risk the possibility that you’re their agent.”
The crow-faced woman nodded at Dodger Jim. He came forward and grabbed my left arm, rolling up my sleeve to bare the vein for the needle. He was grinning.
“You’re not gonna like this, kid,” he said with vengeance gleaming in his eyes. “It hurts like crazy.”
“Listen to me, Charlie,” said Waterman. “If we haven’t lost you, you’re our best hope. If we have, you’re our worst enemy. We have to know which it is.”
Dodger Jim held my arm. The crow-faced woman lifted the syringe and squirted a drop or two of clear fluid from the needle.
“We’re going to give you something that will make you remember,” said Waterman. “I wish I could say it was going to be painless, but it’s not. I wish I could say it was going to be instantaneous, but it’s going to take time. Still, in the end, everything that has happened will come back to you. And then you’ll know who you are. And then we’ll be able to know too.”
Now the crow-faced woman lowered the needle to my arm.
I felt as if I had come full circle. Months ago, I had woken up strapped to a chair with a Homelander thug about to inject me with a fluid that they threatened would drive me into agonies and finally kill me. Now, after running and fighting and trying everything I knew to escape, I was back again in the same place, in the same predicament. Only this time, the injection was coming from the good guys-or so they said, at least. This time, the people doing it wanted to save this country instead of destroy it, wanted to defend liberty instead of exterminating it. This time, the torture wasn’t a threat, it was a promise: there would be agony, yes, but instead of killing me, it would give me my memory back, give me my life back. I would remember at last how I had gotten here, what I was doing, who I was.
The crow-faced woman pressed the point of the needle against my arm.
“Wait!” I shouted. “Wait!”
She hesitated.
I looked up at Waterman. “This is going to give me my memory back?” I asked him.
He nodded. “It will.”
“I’ll remember everything? Everything that’s happened?”
“It’ll take time, but eventually yes, you will.”
I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. This was what I wanted, after all. This was why I had come all this way, searching for Waterman in the first place. If it was going to be painful, well, then, it was going to be painful. That was just the way it was. I was going to have to live with it.
“Give me a second,” I said.
Waterman thought about it. Then he nodded at the crow-faced woman. She straightened, taking the syringe away from my arm.
I closed my eyes. Help me, I prayed. Help me to be strong. Help me not to be afraid. Help me to do what you want me to do. And whatever happens, stay with me.
I opened my eyes. I looked at Waterman. He looked down at me grimly.
“Do it,” I said.
The woman drove the needle into my arm.
PART II
CHAPTER SIX
Agony and Remembrance The pain hit me instantly. It spread through my veins like acid and then filled my body like a raging flame. I tried to hold back my screams, but it was impossible. There was nothing left of me but the fire of pain and my body was pulled tight against the handcuffs and the screams came out of me against my will, wrenched from my chest by the agony.
And then… then… Well, what happened then was about as weird an experience as I’d ever had-and I have had some weird ones for certain.
Just as I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, just as it seemed I was going to die from the pain alone… just then… it seemed I sort of separated myself from my body. I don’t know how else to describe it. My body was there-hurled backward in the chair, all my muscles straining, my mouth open, the screams pouring out of me-but I couldn’t feel it anymore. I-the mind I, the soul I-was drifting away from that tormented figure. What was happening to it there in the chair began to seem distant, meaningless. The real me was slipping off into darkness… then deeper into darkness… leaving behind the pain-racked Charlie in the chair… leaving him further and further behind while the blackness engulfed me… Finally, the body-Charlie was gone… there was only me, this other me, in the darkness and then, up ahead of me in the distance… a circle of light…
The circle grew bigger… bigger… It was coming toward me… and now…
I stepped through it…
At first, I only heard voices:
“So you did see Alex last night?”
“Yes. Like I said.”
“And you argued with him?”
“Yeah. I guess you could call it that. He argued with me anyway.”
Then I saw. I was standing at the edge of a small room with dingy white soundproofing on the walls. There was a video camera hanging in one corner. It stared down at three people sitting at a small table and…
Weirder and weirder and weirder. Weird to the point of super-weirdness. Because now, to my amazement, I saw that one of those people sitting at the table was me. Right: I was standing at the edge of the room watching- and what I was watching was myself sitting at the small table. And if that sounds bizarre, believe me, it was.
The person sitting next to me at the table was my dad. Sitting across from us was none other than Detective Rose.
So now I knew where I was-where and when. This was the interrogation room of the police station in my hometown of Spring Hill. It was the day after Alex’s murder, the first day I couldn’t remember. Only I was remembering it. Or at least I was seeing it-seeing it happen right there in front of me.
As soon as I’d heard about Alex’s murder, I had told my dad about how I’d seen him the night before and how we’d gone for a drive together. Alex had been angry because he’d heard I was getting friendly with Beth and he and Beth had had sort of a thing for a while. He was angry about that and about a lot of other things too.
Anyway, my dad had taken me to the police station to see Detective Rose, who was investigating the murder.