"I don't remember."
She finally decided to speak, her dry and rough voice working perfectly well to match her appearance of someone that had been through a terrible situation.
Answering his question she decided to go the amnesia route. It was the best route to go with since it helped avoid giving away the fact that she didn't have a past— while still having her act however she wanted.
Her reply left the man stumped, he was really hoping she would be able to give her a name at least because then they could find some relatives or something faster— but she couldn't.
He didn't want to draw out this complicated case because he would cause his little town— and himself— to be involved in a mess.
"What can you remember?"
He asked trying to get any sort of information from her— he hoped to at least understand how she stumbled into the station, let alone the town since she wasn't from here.
She had already come up with an idea of how she would get by his line of questions while she was pretending to be asleep— she would just be as vague as she could be while still giving some roundabout hints.
"I don't remember much. Just, a dark room, some men."
She said as she gazed down, playing the part of a traumatized girl that was trying her best to remember the cause of her trauma, to begin with.
"They spoke differently but I can't remember what they said. I ran away when they were taking me somewhere— I ran fast."
She muttered as tears began to roll down her eyes— she was such a good actor she even amazed herself.
"I remember just running, and running until I couldn't run anymore."
She said as tears ran down her face like a broken waterfall— her words stopping as she was too focused on crying.
It seemed her acting was so good it made even the man believe her— who wouldn't after all? He couldn't help but pity her, stopping his line of questioning in order to let her rest.
"Get some rest, you don't have to force yourself."
He said as he sighed and stood up— patting her on the head as he headed towards the door.
He planned to try and sort out the information he had gained from her so far than figure out how to deal with the girl tomorrow.
She couldn't stay in the hospital forever after all.
Once the man she couldn't help but hide a smile under her hand as she laid back down and thought about what has happened so far.
Things have been going smooth— oddly so— and she just hoped it would keep going this way otherwise she would have to take drastic measures.
Her plan wasn't to stay in this small town which was why she made it sound like she was being trafficked— such a matter would be outside of the hands of a small town like this and they would need to get a bigger station involved.
Maybe even a bigger organization.
When that happens they would have to move her from this town to a place where she could be kept safe and be monitored in case anyone tried to find and silence her.
Granted no one was going to do that— but they didn't know that.
Her only concern would be if a mutant with some sort of ability to reveal the truth were to be among the people that come— as they would possibly reveal the words she says as false or even the way she looked as false.
Yes— looked.
Before stumbling into the station she had obviously altered her looks a little, shortening her long hair and changing it to a dark color— while also changing her eyes to a brownish hue.
Doing this was easy with her ability to alter and even replicated atomic structure— she just slightest made some changes to her own.
It was temporary though— as it wasn't her true form— but it would last much longer than she needed it to so there wasn't anything to worry about.
She just hoped no mutant showed up.
But the likelihood of that wasn't very high, to begin with so she didn't worry.
Instead— she drifted off to sleep peacefully as she finally had a bed to lie down on.
Unknown to her— after the man had left the hospital he went and made a report on his work computer, a report which was picked up by the FBI as it sounded very similar to a case they were currently working on.
And they decided to send some ground units to check out the situation and see if it was related or not— if it was they would properly get involved and take action to secure the girl.
The following day unknown individuals arrived in the small town of Puente Antiguo, stopping by the station in a black van. From it two people stepped out— one was a male who seemed to be in his early 30s while the other was a female that seemed similar in age.
As they entered the police station they naturally drew the attention of the receptionist as they were dressed in black suits, making them easily stand out from the casual wear of people in town.
Not only that, they weren't from the town to begin with, which she noticed right away due to being familiar with almost everyone here.
However, she did her job and waited for them to approach the desk, however before she could speak and say anything, the male of the group did first.
"Morning, I'm Agent Miguel and this is Agent Frea— we are FBI Agents that have been sent to check out a recent report made about a girl believed to be connected to a trafficking case. As this is related to a case of our own, we would like to speak to the officer in charge here."
His words were very direct and left no room for the woman to interject until he had finished— he even took out his badge and showed her their FBI credentials to prove he was in fact as he claimed.
She didn't know how to reply, and it was a good thing she didn't need to— as when he finished speaking she told him to wait one moment and just called the sheriff to deal with this.
It was his job after all.
And with this, in less than 10 minutes the man had arrived at the station from his home— once again having to rush due to an incident at the station.
Recently this has become far too common.
But as he entered he noticed the two individuals sitting in the waiting area— approaching them he greeted them.
"Hello, I am the sheriff of this town, and the one in charge of the girl's case, please follow me to my office."
He said— and as such, they moved from the lobby into the man's office, with all three of them taking a seat to speak.
Miguel was the first to speak as he explained the situation to the man the best he could without giving away their case information.
"Recently the FBI has been following a case that has to do with the kidnapping and trafficking of young individuals and we believe that this girl may be involved with the case— as such, we would like to speak to her to learn more."
He wasn't asking for much— they simply needed to speak to the girl in order to have a basic understanding of what had happened to her. This way they could tell if this was in fact related to their case or not.
"I've already written all the girl was able to remember in the report, she currently can't remember much and I don't think she's in the right state to speak to people right now."
The Sherif explained as he didn't feel right making a girl that had just been through such trauma speak to even more people related to it.
Yet— he couldn't be too direct about this either as they were FBI Agents and he was a mere Sherif, there was a certain level of pressure from their power he couldn't overlook.
"There is no need to worry, we simply wish to speak to her in order to confirm if what she said is true, we have means of doing this that you do not."
Spoke the female of the two— after having not said anything this entire time.
No matter how much the man tried to wiggle his way out of this situation they kept pushing— until eventually, he had to just give in and bring them to the hospital where the girl stayed.
The girl in question had been resting since the night before and had only just woken up. While she didn't need a lot of sleep— her body was still rather new currently and she had to rest every so often to rebuild lost energy.
So when she woke up to the two people entering her room— two people she didn't know— she was confused.
They introduced themselves as FBI Agents to the girl and that instantly made her realize that her plan had gone off-trail and something unexpected had happened.
She didn't plan for the FBI to get involved— she didn't even plan for the government to care— but it seemed something outside of her expectations had happened.
It was still fine though, she didn't have to worry too much as long as she stuck to her story, everything would be alright.
"Please try to answer all of our questions truthfully, it would really help our investigation into this matter."
Spoke the male as he took a seat to the side, however, it was the female that took the seat in front of her and was going to do all the questioning.
She found this odd given the fact that the man had done all the speaking so far— but she paid it no mind.
"Firstly, What is your name?"
She thought about just telling them her real name since it wouldn't matter, but then she decided against it in case something happened later down the line.
Instead, she decided to make up a name, Lily Garcia would be her fake name from now on.
"I can't remember my entire name, but i remember being called Lily often."
This was true, she was often called Lily in her last life by friends so she didn't even need to lie about this fact.
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