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Chapter 212

My Hockey Alpha Chapter 212

My Hockey Alpha Chapter 212: Dusty Memories

Nina

When I opened the door of the supply closet to let Enzo see into the tunnels, I could tell just from the way that his body began to morph back into his normal appearance that he was starting to remember. It seemed that remembering his past made his disguise fade, as though Selena’s magic thrived on the fact that he was brainwashed by her. I knew for certain now that if I could only help him remember a little more, then he would eventually break through her spell entirely.

“Do you want to walk in a little further?” I asked, walking up to stand beside him. “I’ll go with you.”

Enzo peered into the tunnels with narrowed eyes. He glanced at me with apprehension, but upon seeing the genuine look on my face, he seemed to relax a bit and nodded.

I held out my hand. Enzo stared at it for a few moments before tentatively slipping his hand into mine. I felt myself overflow with happiness at that point; to feel Enzo’s hand in mine again gave me more hope than ever before.

And then, gently, I led him into the tunnels.

We walked in slowly at first, just taking one step at a time. I slipped my phone out of my pocket with my free hand and switched on the flashlight so we could see, and we walked in a little further.

Enzo was quiet, but not in a bad way. He seemed to be looking around curiously as we walked, and with each step further into the tunnels, I could see his appearance shifting even more. Now, his hair had returned to its original curly, dusty brown state. I couldn’t see too well in the dark and I didn’t want to stare, but I was also fairly certain that both of his eyes were back to his normal color now.

“These tunnels,” he said quietly, his voice echoing around us, “they smell like rogues. What happened here, exactly?”

“When the Crescents came, they turned everyone into rogues,” I explained. “I guess the rogues decided to turn this place into their den. That was how we cured everyone; we infused the sprinkler system with the antidote and set off the fire alarms.”

Enzo chuckled. It sounded like his own voice, and not some strange, foreign voice caused by his disguise. Just hearing it made my heart leap up into my throat.

“That’s really smart,” he said, glancing over at me for the briefest of moments before his face turned slightly red and he quickly looked away again. “I think I can sort of remember it. It’s foggy, but it’s there.”

We came to a stop then as the tunnel began to dip downwards. I didn’t want to go any further, and I could tell that Enzo didn’t, either. Although I wanted his memories to return, I did secretly wish that his memories of what Edward did to us here would stay hidden forever. I didn’t want him to remember those traumatic moments.

“We should head back,” I said. “But I can show you more things if you want.”

Enzo paused. He seemed to be considering it, but only for a moment before he vehemently nodded and followed me out of the tunnels. I didn’t realize it until we walked back into the infirmary, but we were still holding hands — and neither of us seemed very keen on letting go.

to lead him to the one place that I knew would elicit the most emotion: the

set of doors that led to

stepped into

he remembered before that. As he looked at the ice, however, I could see brief flashes of recognition appearing across his face like lightning. They started to become closer and closer, like he was remembering

on the rink barrier and staring down at the ice. “But I remember now.

my tears away. “You’re really good at hockey,” I said. “The best.

He seemed to not believe me at first, but then his laugh faltered, and his eyes widened. I

quietly in an almost dreamy voice. There was a slight smile twitching at the corners of his lips. “I love hockey. I love my team.

now I couldn’t imagine doing anything else… It filled me with a strange feeling that I couldn’t quite explain. I almost felt guilty now

that he showed me when we first met. At the time, I had thought of it as a predator and his prey, and it scared me; but

would suddenly regress

open the door of the locker rooms

throat; had I gone too far now? Was he regretting all of

as I turned to look at

he didn’t answer. His eyes were fixed on the inside of the

mouth hung open ever so slightly that he was right on the verge

In the Locker

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beginning to remember even more. I wanted to jump on him and

rooms and began to look around. I stood off to the side and watched as he paced around through the rows of lockers, completely silent

he stopped in front of the locker that used to belong to him. It still had his things inside, and as though it was instinct, he

lock as he turned

retrieve his hockey jersey. It was a dark green color with burgundy piping — our school colors —

jersey

returning to its natural cadence. I felt my stomach jolt as his hands changed, then his arms, his legs… His body slowly morphed back into its natural state as the spell that disguised him melted away. He stood there frozen for what felt like an eternity, just holding the

turned to

I whispered,

answer. He dropped the jersey to the floor and rushed at me so quickly it was almost as though he was flying. I felt tears begin to stream down my cheeks as he approached, and suddenly, his arms were around me, touching my waist, my shoulders, my neck

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