Liam Onita/3.0/VII : Selection (The story so far)

Please be advised the way this will be recorded is meant to tell the story with information that has been pieced together by Liam and written in his leather bound journal. The information referenced will reflect present thoughts and information rather than the past. Good luck.
Liam is asleep. Right? Have you ever chased a ghost? Ever feel as though you're awake... but question the authenticity of that thought? Bound to his apartment, locks busted, peephole blacked out. A room torn asunder. Walking by his room, you hear echoes of a phone going off. Texts messages, phone calls, voicemails... any glimmer of hope. Liam is asleep. Right?
Keeping up well? Up to this point - Liams personality has changed a few different ways but with a certain subtlety. On some level he has begun to accept that in his previous life before Los Santos, he was infact an assassin. He's read the files multiple times at this point, his combat record, medical history, so much reference material that confirms every suspicion he has. There is a part of him that is struggling with this and thinks of it as a bad dream. Despite his friends relationships with one another being complicated, despite being shot and almost a fatal injury, he works just as hard, if not harder to escape the reality that is his life and his declining health.
[R E U N I O N]
A group of seven individuals are all gathered in the woods. Annabelle Dawson, Sender Richards, Deon Williams, Harlow Matthews, [redacted], V, and Liam Onita. 
For V, it was just another day, mental warfare, mind games a plenty. As each conversation concluded - each individual would almost be pale, silent... and would venture to their own part of the woods to think on what had just happened to them. Process what they were heard and seen. How could this... V know so much about them? Just enough about each person, every fear, almost as if it were personal. As the last conversation concludes, everyone gathers again. V insists that he's going to return Liam to the way he was before. Prior to doing so, he pulls out a vial with a syringe. "Why shouldn't I put this into his bloodstream?" and in natural order [redacted] mutters something that prompts V to respond in kind. He singles out each person, one by one, comments on the biggest flaw each person has in front of everyone. "You never know when to shut up [redacted]. Sender you never take accountability. It's always excuses. Deon has no spine and refuses to embrace his urges. Annabelle is a spoiled pretentious bitch." Then we get to Harlow... V stops a moment, looks at her, and simply says "The jury isn't out on you yet." implying she wasn't worth the judgement. In saying this, Liams body appears out of no where and he's found laying in the dirt. 
".... Why are you all surrounding me? Why do you all look so sick? Why do I feel so bad? I'm in the woods? Do you mind if I splash some water on my face?" Liams first words upon waking...
This concludes chapter III.
Category:Recap