Amnesia (Nico x Hahvoc)

[Hahvoc The Decepticon]

RE: Amnesia [Nico x Hahvoc]

"I told you about the dog and the house..." Lowell said after Oliver was done talking, more to himself than to the other man. He mulled it over, having taken in everything, the details, the changes in pitch and tone, the inflections and nervousness, the push to tell the truth and be believed. He was analyzing him and had probably done it a thousand times already but it couldn't be helped. He wanted to believe that was dream he had had, some weird twisted dream involving some girl he had known who'd been in the basement like a slave, but he could remember, faintly, her wish. Her one wish. He wasn't a god-fearing man or a hero, he knew that much, he just...didn't believe much in law and what should or shouldn't be allowed. He felt beyond those limitations. Beyond control of a system that tended to fail because of red tape. Red tape...The word circled around in his brain for awhile as he watched Oliver disappear into the kitchen. He didn't follow him quite yet but soon his feet were stepping lightly on the floor as he edged towards the kitchen. He was a little hungry...he supposed.

"I wouldn't mind some pasta...or red meat," He had meant the words lightly but something about it had made him feel leisurely yet predatory. He could feel the sensation start in his fingertips and started up into his arms and slice down his back. He leaned against a wall as he watched Oliver and felt like that was also something he'd done many times before. Something about sitting in a small space did things to him he didn't like. But that was all he was getting: Vague feelings and snippets of memories. Nothing solid to go on. He felt suspended, as if he couldn't quite place himself in this material world and was hanging between another similar one, where he was this person and yet someone else - the person on the television looking like he could make Jack The Ripper proud. It was odd, this hollow feeling, like he was missing something.

 

[Nico]

RE: Amnesia [Nico x Hahvoc]

Yes. That dog…

Oliver felt a chill run down his spine, and his hand hesitated for a moment before the refrigerator's door. Had Lowell's memories surfaced already? No, he wasn't acting the same as Kerrigan the patient who had sat in his office. Although feeling slightly guilty for being covert about it, the psychiatrist kept Lowell within his field of vision. Just to be safe.

He yanked open the freezer. "I've got some steak. So, you like it underdone?" He chuckled lightly to himself, thinking about how close to his nightmares that representation of Lowell was. Savage and bloodied; a bloodied grinning maw. He took the steak out of the plastic freezer bag and put it in a pan on the stove to defrost and cook.

"I guess I've been saving the rest of it. 'Donno for what; I don't usually have guests." Oliver's mumbling tapered off as he prepared their meal, throwing a couple of potatoes into the oven as well. "Do you like potatoes? I've got some ways to prepare them.."

As the silence settled in around them broken only by the sizzling of the meat, Oliver became more and more tense. It wasn't an easy quiet; it spoke loudly of the unanswered questions between them. Those questions were going to be hard to ask. Oliver sighed. The eyes burning into his back were making him tingle with apprehension.


Flipping Lowell's portion out of the pan and onto the plate, Oliver cut off a small slice with a knife. The insides were a raw red, fading to a pink, and then the grey of cooked meat. "This okay?"

He stared for a second at the some of the blood oozing from the meat, and then turned to his own, making absolutely sure it was well-done. There was something strange about knowing that the meat you were eating was once alive… living and full of blood. Oliver couldn't help but recall bits of the bloody details from that day with Kerrigan, the red meat looking too much like how he envisioned Lowell in that house. He had even let Lowell finish the tale, too enrapt in the gory details until he was completely through, and he himself was completely horrified.

The hand that pushed the plate towards Lowell shook slightly. Oliver then noticed the knife he had left beside the meat and felt a pang of fear, but brushed it aside. Kerrigan wasn't himself. "Forks are in the drawer beside you."


Oliver took up his plate and potatoes, and then looked back out towards the living room and the couch. Truthfully, it was where he ate most of his meals, in front of the T.V. But with Kerrigan here he felt it would be strange to be sitting side-by-side, so instead he pulled out one of the four chairs at the small square table set just past the kitchen.

"So," he began, cutting into a hot potato and smearing on some butter and sour cream, "I've been… thinking about your case a lot since we were… separated." Since I betrayed you. Oliver quickly tiptoed around the subject, "I've been going over and over notes, the DSM, and your mental state and why you might have done some of the… things you did." Oliver looked up from his food, "but none of that helped me. You're a puzzle. If I could have talked with you more, it might have, but that was impossible."

"I thought I would... never get the full story. Until you showed up in my backyard like this," he gestured with his steak knife in Lowell's direction, "but it looks like we need to start from the beginning, slowly, and carefully."

He could fix this. He could fix it all. Sure he could. All he had to do was avoid the explosives.

 

[Hahvoc The Decepticon]

RE: Amnesia [Nico x Hahvoc]

Lowell watched Oliver move about the kitchen as if something had crawled into his shirt and kept moving up and down his spine. It was a disconnected feeling to watch how Oliver dealt with him in such a small space. Small spaces made everyone nervous when they didn't know what they were dealing with exactly. However, Lowell kept his distance and once the meat was done, he took it from Oliver along with a potato once those were done as well. He didn't bother to speak just yet because he wanted Oliver to get everything out of his system. It was methodical but necessary from his viewpoint. After he grabbed a fork and sat at the table with Oliver, Lowell added some butter and salt to his potato before throwing some pepper and salt on his steak to give it a bit more flavor. The medium-rareness of it was just where he wanted it: almost like it had been alive before being set upon the flame. Shaking the thought away, he just cut the steak into little cubes and popped them into his mouth, glancing up at Oliver as he chewed. His curiosity began to spike the more Oliver talked and so after a hearty swallow, he finally spoke up.

"Seems like you're gonna have to get your notes, since I don't really remember anything." Staring at Oliver, Lowell blinked lightly as if it should have been obvious to his current condition before taking his fork and taking a bite out of the potato.