Human Error

Knowledge is Power

They whipped around to meet eyes with a tall, lanky man a few inches taller than Guardian. His hair was an ombre red to yellow-orange, almost shoulder length, and eyes of a piercing viper green. He had an extra finger on either hand and really long nails, then his face was somewhat shapen like that of a cat's. His "snout" a little more prominent than a human's would be. He also had pointed ginger ears behind his hair but no tail. His skin was tan with little blotches of a soft grey, mocha brown, or cream white.

The kids studied him and held a stance.

"Who are you?"

"Alconza Drean. I run Paradise. And you all are…?"

They looked at one another. They'd never heard a name before, least not one this advanced or foreign. Even their teachers didn't have names, they were just numbers. "Not telling," Guardian finally said.

"Alright, fair enough. Why are you here? No soldiers came here with you, so… you aren't supposed to be here." He had an odd accent, something Russian mixed with Australian.

"Nice job, smart guy, you figured it out," Fox taunted, earning herself a whack across the head by the siren.

Alconza smirked, "feisty." His eyes searched her up and down, making her shrink back and try to cover herself. "And very strange… what are you made of?"

He took a step forward and put a hand out, which was slapped away by the tall boy. "Don't touch her."

"Fine. Why are you here?"

"Why should we tell you?" Historia asked, not trying to be sassy.

"Well if I told you its a matter of your lives, would you tell me then?" He grinned toothily.

They all gulped. Should they do it? Vines broke the silence and told the man, apologizing after to the other 3.

"I see... I can't just let my subjects go, however. And since you waltzed into here of your own accord, why shouldn't I just lock you up as well? Then we both get what we want! You get to see your friends and I get to test on you. Isn't that fun?~"

They took a step back and he chuckled, making a small hand motion towards a few guards, who then shuffled behind the kids and took them by the arms. Alconza snapped his fingers and they were dragged off, protesting and trying to fight back. At least until guns were put to their heads.

They were soon thrown into this old, rusted cell with cracked tiles and stone. Of course, that made up most of this building, but that was besides the point. There were two others.

There were tears.