The Secrets That Lay

A gentle slap arrived at her cheek and her eyes peered open. Her vision wasn't dazed or blurred like she expected and she found herself staring at someone tilting their head, face hovering a few inches from her own. She snapped her head back only for it to collide with the feeling of soft leather.

"Good to see you're awake," The figure which she could see was a woman from the body shape straightened up, leaning back on a long table. The recently-unconscious woman took in her image, recognizing her height to be shorter than the last female she had seen; the one before she decided to hop off a building.

Her gaze traveled around where she was. A large room with a big long table planted firmly in the middle, several high chairs lingering around it with herself seated on one of them. A large screen hooked onto the wall was in her sight, only a symbol shown on it. It didn't take long for her to realize it matched the one worn on her shirt.

An itch lingered in her neck and she lifted a hand to scratch it only for both hands to move up. She glanced down and took notice of the fact handcuffs were strapped over her wrist, clamped extra tightly so the teeth nipped into her skin whenever she tried to wiggle them around.

"So, you're the hot-shot causing trouble around this place?"

"Beg pardon?" She then saw the woman reach up and undo her helmet, shaking her head. Her hair was chopped to neck length but what made her quirk an eyebrow were the hair tone; streaked with the colors of the rainbow.

She didn't look more than early twenties at the least. With light tanned skin and cerise eyes to boot, she was definitely an odd vision for herself.

"You," She pointed at the blonde as she made herself comfortable on sitting on the edge of the desk, "Unconscious for almost a month and then you awake, breaking out, injuring one man, knocking another unconscious and then you caused property damage to the third floor windows and also that nice little door keeping you wrapped up nice and sweet."

She was met with a flat stare, unamused green eyes boring into her, "I awoke ta find myself locked in a room. I did what any sane person would do and escaped. It wasn't my fault people got in my way. I was tryin' ta leave."

"Well, let's just say my boss isn't exactly happy," She leaned her head back, finding the ceiling interesting all of a sudden.

"You got a name?"

"Major Myers but you can call me Dash."

Strange nickname. Must be a theme or something with the hairstyle, "Dash? Yer kiddin' right?"

"Got a problem with that, blondie?"

"No, jus' confused on what you'd want a nickname like that," A colonel, huh? Decent enough position to keep track of herself.

Dash sent her a small glare, "Don't ask." She then sighed, "So, how freaked out are you?"

"Freaked out?" She deadpanned. She tilted her wrists at comfortable angles so she could try and examine the cuffs without causing much harm to herself. They were on tight, she'd need a key if she wanted to get out of her.

But seeing the pistol resting on a holster on the rainbow-haired woman's thigh made her re-question her actions and in the end, she remained firmly seated.

"You know, like seeing that thing doesn't make you go what the hell?" She pointed a thumb at the large screen, "You adjusted to TV's already?"

Whatever was a TV. She shook her head then, "'Fraid not."

"You sure are weird."

"Yer too kind," She rolled her eyes, facing her gaze away now.

Dash smirked then, "An attitude like that won't help you out with the General. I suggest you keep formal and polite unless you don't wanna be punished. You don't want to get shot again, do you?"

"Was that you?"

"Nope, not me. But I was told to stay here and keep watch on, and these are the exact words told to me: 'the suicidal blonde who took a nose dive from nearly one hundred feet," The smirk curled into a grin.

A grunt was her response and a silence erupted between the two. The cuffs were still there and that agitated her to extreme ends. She had to think logically. Maybe if she played along and acted nice, she might be released from the damned cuffs. Then she could make a run for it, not looking back no matter what.

Whoever this 'Dash' person was, she wasn't exactly rude from the way her words came off. Cocky, definitely, but not downright mean. She wouldn't say she would be upset if their past were to never not cross again.

The sound of a knock on the door of the door made her thoughts switch off. The Major approached it and opened it, whoever was behind it a mystery.

"Yeah, she's awake," She could barely make out the other voice, unable to hear the words they spoke, "A meeting? Immediate? Alright, you got it. Go easy on her though, I think she's still out of it. Or maybe she's just crazy."

As she popped her helmet back on over her head, Dash took a look over towards the blonde and flashed her a grin and she swore she saw her wink behind her helmet before she disappeared. Something told her that whoever she spoke to was not going to be a pleasant encounter.

Entering the room was a woman, older than herself but still young, late twenties at the very least. Two-tone wavy hair that seemed almost transparent was tumbling down her back. A pair of hardened teal eyes glanced over at her, narrowing only lightly at the door closed shut.

Her outfit was something special, different so from the others she saw. A symbol attached to her outfit made the blonde recognize it as being a general.

It must be that Luna Dash warned her about.

"I hope she didn't treat you too bad."

"Oh no, we had a blast," She grumbled sarcastically.

"She's a good Major, deserves her position. Just…she can get a little…"

"Full of herself?"

"Perhaps proud might be the better word," To her immense shock and pleasure, the lady lifted up a key and swiftly unlocked the cuffs.

Rubbing her wrists, she got to her feet, "Thank ya kindly fer the help but if y'all don't mind, I'd like-" She cut off as the woman wrapped a pair of arms around herself, embracing her tightly. She blinked, unsure of what to do and just stood there.

"I'm sure you have plenty of question but-" She stopped, realizing the expression of pure bafflement resting on the country girl as she stared, "What's with that look? Are you alright?"

"I think so?" She rubbed the back of her messy mane of hair sheepishly as she noticed a look of distress passing over Luna's face though it quickly disappeared being replaced with the most blank look.

"You look troubled- confused."

"You hugged me, not exactly the most common thang I expected ta happen."

Now it was the other woman's turn to blink but it quickly took on a turn of rage as she grabbed her roughly by the collar of her neck, erupting a yelp from the blonde as she was shook around, "Who are you? An imposter?! That's impossible, scans show you are her and that-"

A quick, haste knocking alerted at the door and broke Luna's concentration enough for her to drop the other to the floor, glare and head towards it, opening it up. Rubbing her neck, she returned the harsh look as she watched Luna storm towards the door.

"M-miss. Luna. Your sister wants to see you now!" The voice was male but much younger to be a man's voice. A teenager from the sounds of things. He also appeared to be out of breath as pants could be heard, "A-and…she says to…bring the girl to Doctor Morgan for a proper medical check and then to Twi- uh, I mean Doctor Sloan for a psychology exam."

She looked to disagree with the boy and said something towards him that she didn't catch before she sighed and beckoned for the oblivious girl to approach her. She did so and before she could even think of running her arms were yanked back and the cuffs were snapped right back on before she was shoved out of the office.

The boy in question looked to be no more than fourteen at the very least with big green hair that protruded out of many angles, a mess of spikes and tangles. His equally large green eyes stared up at the blonde which what she thought was awe for a few moments.

"Remember what I told you, Spike."

"Um, yeah, right, you got it!" With a salute, the boy looked at the other girl, "You can follow me, alright?"

"Uh, sure, you got it."

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She released a groan as another injection was popped into her arm, watching as the syringe filled up with her blood. Spots lingered across spaces on her arms from where a needle had been jabbed into it.

Blood test upon blood test had she been forced to participate in. after the boy delivered her off (her chances of running off foiled by the fact he had a gun pointed at her without so much as flinching during their short journey) at the medical room she found herself in the company of a woman with light pink hair and big turquoise eyes who had a noticeable stammer and seemed to be very quiet.

That was something that made it easier. At first simple stuff had happened; her pulse being checked, heart rate, all that natural jazz. But then she had found herself getting her blood checked, she had to jog on the spot for a few minutes and she surprised herself by not being the least bit tired about it.

And then literally all the blood was getting sucked out of her. The woman had decreased slightly from being a stammering mess and began relaxing only a bit. She was now typing away on some odd keyboard like thingy connected to another flat screen.

"Y-you appearing to be quite physically f-fit and your blood shows no sign of being sick or anything," Doctor Morgan murmured barely enough for herself to hear her though she picked it up somehow, "I think that might be enough for now."

With a sigh of relief, she got off the examination table. It had been awkward, having to run with handcuffs on and then having injections soon after. She was surprised to find herself feeling perfectly okay. The doctor had inserted some weird chemical into her and she was afraid it might have done something as she stood up but to her surprise, she felt as fit as a fiddle.

"Um, if you could follow me I'll take you to your next p-place," She turned and fixed up the long medical jacket she wore. Lumbering behind her was the taller woman who shook her head. She could make a run for it but how far would she make it? They passed multiple armed guards with tight grips on their weapons.

She was led to a door and the doctor dismissed herself after saying she was to enter it and to not cause trouble.

The room was quite small. A desk was there and a couch for someone to lay on and also another chair in front of it where someone sat. trudging forward a bit, she craned her neck to see a woman scribbling notes down on a clipboard, "Er, hello?"

A jolt came from the woman as she jumped up from her seat, her glasses slipping off her eyes. If this organization was anything good, it seemed terrible. Employing all these people who basically jump at any noise was not good to have around.

Fixing up the glasses over her lavender orbs, she straightened the sweater vest she wore. She had violet hair, the top sort of in a hime-cut around the fringe.

"Ah, you must be-" She took a look at her file, "Patient Zero?" Her tone came with slight confusion.

Zero? Zero means nothing. She's patient nothing? That's good to hear, "Born and raised." She said sarcastically.

"Could you take a seat?" She asked right then, indicating the chair for her to lie down on. She made herself comfortable, clasping her cuffed hands together. A shrink. Terrific. She can remember what a psychologist is but couldn't even think of her own name.

"Patient interview number one," The woman pressed a button on some weird recording device and placed it down on a drawer beside her, "Patient appears to be physically fit, no signs of any harm asides from a punctures in the upper arm and a few in the forearm of the left limb. The neck wound has disappeared and no signs exist of it."

The blonde released a small sigh. Interview number one? Was she her first ever interview or was this going to be a regular thing between them?

The doctor spoke more of signs about her for a few minutes and then it was quiet, the only sounds of a pen being scribbled down, notes being took.

"How do you feel?"

"Fine, which surprises me," She replied, "The doc injected somethin' into me and I thought it'd be something that would cause harm."

"She did, the drug was supposed to make you weak so any attempts at escaping could be foiled without the need to tranquilize you again." Her eyes narrowed a bit, "It didn't work?"

"Nope," She shook her head.

It didn't affect her? How was that possible? She didn't feel weak or sluggish, she felt ready and fit.

"Alright, I'd think I'll just start this off by introducing myself. My name is Doctor Twilight Sloan and for this day and every Friday each week I will be having private one hour sessions with you."

"Why?" She sat up then.

Doctor Sloan perched glasses over her nose, raising an eyebrow, "Whilst you were unconscious, scans showed you to have suffered intense head injury. Your head must have hit something hard because we believe that somehow it might have…"

"Might have what?"

"I was speaking with General Luna earlier and she said you didn't recognize her. I re-read the reports and I think there is a high chance you might have amnesia."

Amnesia? Of course she had that! Not being able to remember a single thing about herself. But what case had she got? She remembered nothing.

"Well, she was too busy yanking me all over the place, I barely got a darn word in before some kid showed up."

"I'm still unsure on whether it was caused by a brain injury or perhaps some psychological trauma that occurred before," She wrote something else down, "Can you tell me your name?"

With a blank stare, she tried to shrug her shoulders but found she couldn't unless she wanted to have cuff teeth dug into her wrist. Luna had applied them even tighter than before, "Patient Zero is the only name I've had all day."

"Can you remember anything about yourself?"

"I 'member y'all sayin' somethin' about me bein' from suggestively somewhere warm judgin' from my skin tone," Her brow furrowed and she sighed, "I got nothin' after that."

Panic flushed through the eyes of the doctor before replaced with a normal gaze, "Hmm, alright." She picked up the tape thingy, "Patient Zero appears to have no recognition of a past live. After this session I will discuss with the council to see what will come of her."

The blonde laid back again, deciding to get comfy. From the way she acted, she must have known this General Luna somehow. Her face didn't bring up any signs of similarity.

"What council?"

"You don't need to worry about that yet," Sloan responded with a dry tone before she then spoke in a more professional tone, "Patient caused minimal damage to property and broke the jaw and nose of one soldier. It could show signs of aggressive tendencies but remains unknown as the patient might have simply panicked."

She thought back to shoving the soldier into the wall, cringing a bit at the crunch made. She supposed she should count herself lucky for not doing anything else more.

"Usage of the gun to knock out the guard shows signs of channeling military experience," So she was in the army as well. Was this the place she served at? Looking around didn't make her feel any signs of being welcomed. Perhaps she was stationed somewhere else, "What went through your mind as you awoke?"

She took a look to see the dark-skinned woman looking at her and she frowned, "I was…confused. I didn't know what the hell was goin' on. Heck, I still don't. Why am I here and how come I can't remember a damn thing?!" Her voice began to raise as she glared at the doctor who didn't even flinch underneath the stare.

Her next action consisted of looking at her watch and she quirked an eyebrow, "Lunch time." She noted in a bland tone before standing up, beckoning for the other to follow.

Getting back onto her feet, the blonde scowled, "What?"

"You must be hungry after all that has happened. There's a mess hall on the second floor used for the soldiers but I think maybe you could have something that isn't that bad. There's another one used for the higher ranks or people of different positions that I think you might like. Lunch should be around now," Sloan dropped her clipboard onto her desk and headed to the door.

"Aren't y'all worried I could run off?"

"I doubt you could make it around the corner before you were shot unconscious."

With slightly narrowed eyes, she followed the psychiatrist, walking alongside her as she led her through the hallways. She ignored all the glances given to her by anyone that passed and firmly kept her eyes focused ahead.

Being mentally alone with her thoughts, she pondered over what was going to happen to her. If she was a solider injured on the field would she have to return? Would she be allowed to leave or would she be informed of her memories?

The questions went on and on.

She noticed the good doctor stopped walking and found herself standing outside a large door. Sloan typed on a weird pedestal keypad thing with numbers and letters around it before to her surprise, the door opened, "What the hell?" She muttered before reluctantly entering the room.

It was quite classy from the looks of it. It was large (there must be a lot more important people here than she thought) with many tables lined up in neat patterns. Quite a lot of people were there (guess it wasn't a lie that it was lunch time) and to her immediate annoyance and slight embarrassment quite a few pairs of eyes went up towards her.

She noticed Major Myers resting back in a seat, a grin on her face as she noticed the blonde, much different from the expressions everyone else shared that ranged from shock to confusion to (unless she was mistaken) awe.

She felt a hand grabbed her forearm and was directed over towards the table that Dash sat at and was basically pushed into a seat by the shrink who didn't so much bat an eyelid.

"Hey, Twi," Dash sent a short wave at her before glancing at the amnesiac, "I see you met the lunatic."

"She isn't crazy, Samantha," An eyebrow twitched from the colonel, clearly not a fan of the name, "From what I've seen she is quite sane, probably more than you are."

Before the angered soldier could snap something, the doctor disappeared off to get herself some food. The cuffed culprit quirked an eyebrow as a smirk curled onto her lips.

"See? I'm more sane than y'all are, Sammy," A vicious glare was sent her way though she didn't flinch from it, leaning her chin on her cupped palms as she placed her elbows on the table.

"Rumor has it you almost got your face bit off from the General."

"Rumor has it that's true," She looked down at her shirt, noticing the crease left from when she was lifted into the air, "Strong woman."

Dash shrugged, "She's the best soldier we got here, of course she's gonna be strong."

"Who told ya anyways?"

"Spiky-Boy," She yawned a bit and when given a confused look she sighed, "The kid with the green hair."

An image of him appeared. She mostly remembered him for his crazy hair and also his short stature, "Ain't he a little young ta be 'round this sort of place?"

"Kids a brainiac, smarter than about half the people in this room combined into one brain," She replied as she chewed on a sandwich, "He's also the Doc's adoptive brother. A brain and a shrink, dynamic duo over there."

He sure didn't look like he was smart. Half the journey was spent sending looks at herself and also pointing a nice little gun at her.

"I see," She drawled out.

Dash munched silently on her food as the two stayed quiet, not saying anything. Soon, Sloan arrived, placing a bowl of soup in front of the blonde who shot her a glare.

Especially when she placed a straw into it.

"Yer kiddin', right?"

"I'm afraid not. Eating anything else would be awkward with those handcuffs and I can't release them. No offense," She responded as she herself began to eat.

Myers looked to be biting the inside her cheek to stifle a laugh, trying to appear calm and collected though she sniggered nonetheless.

Despite not wanting to go near the embarrassing food offered, her stomach growled and her mind was made up. With a sigh and muttering enough curse words to make a sailor blush, she dipped her head and began to drink the soup from the straw.

A giggle alerted her and shot up to send a glare at Dash but found the rainbow-haired woman with her mouthful, unable to make any laughing noises.

The giggle continued, "Boy, you really must be hungry to resort to using a straw! That sure is determination! But then again, maybe you just like straws. I love straws, especially the ones with weird patterns but I'm not allowed to have them here which is silly because everyone could use those straws around! It would make everything big and happy!"

She didn't see where the noise was coming from and quirked an eyebrow. She noticed Dash and Sloan looking somewhere and followed the gaze as to her left.

Someone was sitting there that definitely did not sit there a moment ago. Big poofy bright pink hair complete with bright, innocent blue eyes met her gaze and also a large grin.

It was official. She herself had no memory of who she was, didn't know her name, was forced here against her will and everyone gave her weird looks.

And yet, somehow she considered herself the most sane out of everyone she met today.

"Hey, Diane," Dash gave a short wave to the girl.

"Hi, Dashie! Who's this? Is she a new friend? Or is she a new a solider? Did she get upgraded here? But why is she wearing clothes like that? Shouldn't someone give her some shoes? It's not the warmest floor here, or is it?" She disappeared underneath the table and after placing her hands and cheek onto the floor popped back up, "Never mind, it's room temperature."

"Patient Zero's the name," The comment was directed at the new arrival but was sent with bitterness towards Twilight who didn't seem to notice it.

"Patient Zero? What sort of name is that? What kind of parents names a child Patient? Were you a calm baby who didn't test their patience? Wow, I wonder what that would be like. My mom said I used to cry a lot when I was a baby. Like, really really loud like this!" Her mouth opened up and if Myers didn't cram some food into her mouth, she would have started yelling her head off.

"It's the only name I got now, I don't remember my name."

"Wait, what?"

Sloan looked at Dash, sighing, "I fear that she may have gotten amnesia from a brain injury. It's unsure for now but it might possibly be that."

"T-Twilight!"

Spike appeared then, panting like always. The boy was always in a rush it seemed. He bent over, coughing a bit before looking up, "Your presence is required by the council. Also…" He looked up at the new woman, "She's too…go for a…" He gasped in some more air, "Meeting with Miss Belle to get her measurements suited."

A snort came from Dash as the doctor got up, "Haha, you are screwed now."

"What?"

"Rarity's gonna keep you around for hours, Zero my friend," She smirked, "Man, when I had to get her to get me suited for some armor I thought it would never be over. My arms still ache from when that happened."

"Uh, you have to bring her there as well, Major," Spike added and just like that, the boy set off with the psychiatrist not far behind.

"Sure, I'll see her off before she dies of boredom," Sniggered the soldier.

In response she got some soup flickered onto her face from a ticked-off woman with no memory.

"Oh! We're throwing food now, are we?!"

"No, wait, Pinkie, I- gah!"

The sound of sandwich hitting skin echoed around the room after the pink-haired woman aimed perfect fire at Dash.

The amnesiac continued to remain as the only sane person in the room.