Forgotten

KALENA 

I scan the surrounding area and see that, of course, Clayton's over there helping Harmony.  I remember them but they will never remember me. Never. I feel a rage building up inside of me and quickly push it back down. I don't have time to get mad at the past, I need to concentrate on my mission. 

     Out of the corner of my eye, I see movement and quickly go into action. I use my heat scanners to see if it's actually human or some security robot. 

     Human

    I turn around and go around behind the movement. It's Logan. 

   What is he doing here? I come up behind him and tap him on the shoulder. He jumps and turns around, instinct kicking in. He goes into a roadhouse kick, barely giving me enough time to duck. He stops when I punch him in the gut. 

     "Quit it and tell me what you're doing here," He stares at me as if he remembers me. "Tell me!" I twist his arm behind his back. He squints a little. 

     "Why should I?" He asks, trying to have a brave voice.

     "Don't pull that Logan" I ad extra accent on the word. His face clouds over for a second and then it's gone. 

     "How do you know who I am?" He asks. 

     "Don't worry about that cause I'm the one asking the questions here," I tighten my grip on his arm and twist it up more. "Tell me!"

     "No," That's all I need. I release him and quick as lightning, knock him out. He crumples to the floor and I jog away. 

     I slow as I walk past a shiny metal wall. I look sideways at myself. The de-aging process did work. Not that I wanted it to. I sigh and continue. I remember those days, the days that I could talk to Logan or anyone else and not have to worry. 

   I look at my reflection. I see a fifteen year-old girl with jet black hair and a stripe of pink.  I smile but the smile disappears and I remember the days when I was remembered.