Volpe Rossa;; Turbine;; Forte

The three of them entered the night club, they were secretive and quiet with their conversations, it was obvious a large disbute. Forte, a very strong male, was well-knowingly angry, it was conveyed threw his eyes and words. "You guys can't have children! You aren't even married! What if Fueco Gatto finds out? She'll have both of your heads," Forte snapped, his brow furrowed and arms crossed over his chest.

Turbine looked down at a plate of salad, grunting and shrugging. "Look, things got out of hand...okay. I love Volpe Rossa...."

"Out of hand? Turbine, you know this was intentional," Volpe Rossa spoke, she turned away and brushed the tears that threatened her.

"Hon..." Turbine murmured, touching Volpe Rossa's shoulder.

All three of them looked like a obvious group of some sort, and they continued to speak about Fueco Gatto and what the rest of the gang spoke. Finally, Volpe Rossa burst into tears and leaned against Turbine, Forte twisting a frown and snorting.

Viktor Volkov

Viktor walked into the building, wearing the usual jeans, T-shirt and black trenchcoat. The only odd thing was that he seemed confused and had a bandage on his head. He sat down at the bar. "Give me a..." He paused. "Give me...um...a..." He couldn't remember the word.

Nikki Kendall, the bartender, who was a good friend of Viktor, though Viktor didn't remember that, stood there, a bit worried. "A vodka, Viktor? 'The usual?'" She asked.

Viktor nodded. "Yeah, a... Wait, how did you know my name?" He questioned confusedly.

Nikki was holding back tears. "Viktor? what happened? It's me, Nikki. Don't you remember me?" She asked.

Viktor, feeling very confused at the moment, finally noticed the group behind him. He turned around to face them, saying nothing.

Nikki kept her eyes on her friend, who she figured had amnesia.

Rossa;; Turbine;; Forte

Forte looked up at Viktor when he spoke to Nikki, and gave a amused flicker across his eyes. Either he's physco, he's drunk or, by the looks of it, he just lost his mind. Forte thought, standing up and going to the bar, sitting down not far from the man. Forte ran his fingers threw his hair, leaning back a bit.

Volpe Rossa and Turbine remained at the booth, Volpe Rossa still sobbing softly.

Viktor Volkov

Viktor looked at Forte, his black hair somewhat stained with blood, through it was hard to see. The blood on the bandage, though, was obvious. His eyes, once lively, bright blue, now seemed dull and gave him a lifeless appearance. "Kto vy?" He asked in Russian, without thinking. "Uhhhh, who are you?"

Nikki could see the look in Forte's eyes and sneered at him slightly. Her face seemed to say, 'Watch what you say, boy.'

Forte

Forte raised a eyebrow at Nikki, smirking slightly and glancing at Viktor with a slight, forced smile. "I'm Forte," Forte replie gruffly. Forte pushed the sleeves up on his sweatshirt, yawning slightly.

Viktor Volkov

Viktor tilted his head. "I'm...uh...I'm..." He began, but couldn't finish. "He's Viktor Volkov." Nikki finished for him. She then looked back at Viktor. "You have amnesia, Viktor. I'm taking you to your family." Viktor shook his head. "Who are you? What are you talking about? I have no family." He said unsurely.

Kendra, Andrei, and Luke, who were Nikki's children and Viktor's niece and nephews, all crowded around the group. "What's going on?" Asked Andrei, who was blind. Kendra leaned to her brother and whispered, "Something's wrong with Uncle Viktor." Her 'whisper,' though, was loud enough for anybody around to hear.

Nikki stared at Viktor, tears welling in her eyes.

Forte

Forte blinked, looking at the bloody bandage on Viktor's head. "Look, buddy, I'd listen to them," Forte said with a tone of intelligent, glancing at the small group. Volpe Rossa and Turbine glanced up, but Forte waved them away. "I had a relative who got amnesia. They can zap people back into their original state, but it can also result to consequence," Forte said softly.

Volkov

Viktor looked at Forte nervously. "I...uh..."

Nikki pulled out her wallet and took a picture out of it. She showed it to Viktor. "Dimitri gave this picture to me. Do you remember these people? This is your family." She said shakily.

Viktor took the picture, looking at it for a long time. "Nothing can separate us." He said quietly. Those very words were written on the back of the picture. He turned it over. His eyes widened and he looked at Forte. "Tell me more."

Nikki smiled, almost wanting to laugh with joy. At least there was some memory in his mind, it just needed to be connected.

Forte

Forte lifted a eyebrow, continueing, "I don't know if Great Springs has something, but a shock kind of regenerates the mind, lets your memory flood in." Forte looked at Nikki with uncertainty.

Viktor Volkov

Viktor stood up. "Then what are we waiting for?" He asked, anxious to get going.

Nikki smiled at Forte, finally feeling a bit more comfortable. She then looked at Viktor. "I have to stay here with the kids. I'm sorry." She said.

Viktor turned to Forte. "Well, you coming?"

Forte

Forte blinked, biting his lip before standing up and followed Viktor. "What exactly happened to you," Forte asked, but he knew Viktor wouldn't know. "No, don't answer that. You won't know probably until later..."

Forte stopped and nodded to Turbine. "Go home, I'll be back soon."

Viktor Volkov

Viktor was about to answer until Forte told him not to. "Ummm...which way is the hospital?" He just came from the hospital, but he forgot where it was.

Forte

Forte looked at Viktor, chuckling softly. "Its not far, we could walk, even. Its just a few blocks away," Forte replied casually.

Viktor Volkov

Viktor nodded. "Alright, then lead the way." He replied coolly.

Forte

Forte began to walk, head held in a high manner.