Locked Up

Feelings

Anti's POV
What a week...

Most of it has been terrible and exhausting, but now that I actually have time to think about it, it really hasn't been.  Yeah, there were a few therapy sessions I had to go to and a couple of fights, including the riot, but...I feel like I'm starting to get better.  I can actually feel things more now.  I can express emotions better and recognize them.  Plus I actually got to know a few others here and get along with them.  Virus, Blue, Shayne–well, he's more of an acquaintance–a few other non-counterpart demons, and...Dark.

I get along the best with him, and I consider him as my best friend here.  I mean, he's always there for me, and I return the favor.  He has my back, he's there when I'm feeling alone or down, he protects me when I need it, he's...everything!  Kind, empathic, honest–at least to me.  Not to mention, he's really good looking and has a voice to die for...wait!  What the Hell am I talking about?!  I can't actually like him like that, can I?

Must be those hormone injections that they're testing on me.  After all, I'm still kinda new to this whole emotion thing...

Dark's POV
Another test?  Again, why me?!  I'm not the only demon in this place!  But I guess I'm more 'durable'.  I've heard that a few have died when they went through the experiments that I've been through, so I guess I'm more fit for the job.  This time though, it's more of a physical test instead of a new injection.  What could it be?  They've never done anything like this, not with me anyway.

Some of the staff guided me down the experiment hall, but to my surprise they turned right instead of left where they usually take me.  They let me go when I entered the new room, surprising​ me again when they didn't toss me in like they usually do.  Another new thing they did was leave the room completely, not standing behind an examination glass like they usually do.  Now that I've looked around all the way, there wasn't one.  Did I just get transferred to a new room to stay in?  Or are they actually going to do something?

I waited for what seemed like hours, but it turns out that it was only a few minutes.  Again, whatever they're doing just keeps getting me off guard; I didn't expect any of this, especially when they put Anti in the same room with me.  He seemed...different.  His hair was a little messy and his eyes were half-lidded and he was panting a little, almost like a dog.  Did he just finish going through a fight?  As soon as they let him go, a timer appeared in red lighting on the wall above the door–five minutes–and they left immediately.  I watched as they did, noticing that they didn't lock the door behind them.  Great!  I smiled at the fact and rushed over to the door.

Just as my hand wrapped around the handle, I felt a pair of hands grab my shoulders, turning me around before I could open the door.  Anti.  I kind of forgot about him for a moment.  My hand slid off of the door handle and I grabbed onto his wrists, smiling slightly. "Sorry, almost forgot about you." I was about to pull his hands off of my shoulders to grab the handle again, but I couldn't; Anti wouldn't let go of me. "Anti, you can let go now.  We can leave, they left the door open!  Let's—"

Anti interrupted me by pulling me away from the door and pressed me against another wall, and I wasn't moving any time soon.  He's stronger than he looks!  This made me confused again, not knowing what to expect anymore.  "Anti, what are you doing?" My voice was a little shaky, since I was starting to get nervous.  He smiled and pressed himself closer to me, our bodies now completely against each other, making the both of us blush; me more than him.  Now I really didn't know what to do.