(Naomi’s P.O.V)
Huh? I looked around. I’m still in my cell, but where’s…. “TY!” I shouted, rushing to the door. God dammit! How long was I… I glanced at the clock on the cell wall. An hour?! I’ve been out of it for an hour?! I started pacing around my cell, like a caged animal. In a way, I was. That freaking woman! If it wasn’t for her..! I shook away the memory that was starting to surface. No time for another self-pity party. I glanced at the annoying ass clock again. They should be done experimenting in a little while… TyTy…
(Deadlox’s P.O.V)
The past hour had been horrible. I couldn’t describe the things that had been done and believe me, you don’t want me to.
“Almost done here, just two more things.” I heard someone say. I looked up slightly, and saw one of the experimenters walk towards the table I was laying on, holding a syringe and a small glass test tube. I felt the needle puncture my neck, and gasped in pain. Whatever the hell was being injected burned like a bitch! Fucking acid I swear. I was getting dizzier by the second, seeing three doctors/assholes injecting the stuff into me when I didn’t even want to see one. “Last step” I heard someone say, but it sounded as I was hearing them from underwater. I heard the clanging of metal, and saw a scalpel being picked up. Not this shit again. The person/doctor/asshole/thing made a cut on my upper arm, a pretty deep one too, and took a small metal looking thing out of the test tube and pressed it into the cut, then sewed it closed. At this point, I’m too dizzy to register the pain, and black spots started appearing in my vision. I was lifted off the table I was on, and carried back to Nao’s cell. That’s the last thing I remember before blacking out.
(Naomi’s P.O.V)
I hear the cell door open and whip around, greeted by the sight of an unconscious and bloody Ty being carried into the cell. Oh my god… I walked quickly over and took Ty from the monster’s arms and set him down on my bed. The man who carried Ty in stood there, observing me as I grabbed an old washcloth and wet it in the small cell sink.
“What are you still doing here?” I growled at him. “Get out!”
“You can’t order me around, you lowly exper-“ he started, but I cut him off.
“I said GET. OUT!” I yelled, dashing over and pushing him, quite forcefully, out of the cell and slammed the door shut. I walked back to the sink, grabbed back the washcloth, then made my way over to where Ty was and started cleaning the blood off of him. After a few minutes, Ty was clean (in exception to his clothes. They were blood soaked) and I tossed the blood red cloth back into the sink. I examined Ty (not like that, ya perverts), trying to see what sort of hybrid they had made him, but he looked the same, as far as I could tell. That’s kinda weird... Oh well. I walked to where I left my ipod, sat down on the ground, and started listening to music while singing along to one my absolute FAVORITEEEEEE songs, Welcome to my Life.
(??? P.O.V -yay~ a new character!-)
I walked down the long hallway towards Creator’s room, having been ordered to report there. I approached the stainless steel door and knocked, then opened the door and walked inside.
“You wished to see me?” I asked.
“Yes I did.” Creator said, walking over to me. “I want you to deliver this to Cell #50. It’s for the new Experiment.” he handed me a small package.
“I’ll deliver it right away, Creator” I replied, waiting to be dismissed.
“That’s my boy. Also, tell Experiment 200 to report to my room in 30 minutes for information on her new mission. Report back here yourself in 45 minutes. Dismissed.” I nodded, then went off in search of Cell #50. It didn’t take me long to reach it, but I heard something odd when I approached the door. Was that… singing? The singer had a pretty voice, anyway. I opened the cell door and heard the voice yelp in surprise. I glanced at the corner of the room, and saw a blonde girl about my age sitting there, headphones on her head. She got up and turned off her ipod, then walked to the door.
“Hello, what can I do for ya?” she said, glancing at me curiously. What’s with cats and curiosity?
“Oh, you must be Experiment 200,” she frowned slightly at me addressing her by that name. “I was told to deliver this package for the new experiment, and to tell you to report to Creator’s room in 30 minutes for briefing on your new mission,” She was defiantly frowning now. I handed her the package and she took it, then placed it next on a stool next to the bed where a boy haired boy lay, sleeping. That’s odd, experiments of the opposite gender normally aren’t allowed to room together.
“Thanks, I guess. By the way, the name’s Naomi. How about yours?” she said, looking at me with bright blue eyes.
“Jackson,” I replied simply, brushing my long black bangs out of my face.
“I’ll call you Jackie then!” she said, smiling up at me. Did I mention how short this girl was?
“Jackie?” I asked, glancing at her questioningly
“A nickname, it’s easier than calling you Jackson” she replied, grinning.
“Hmmph, fine,” I replied, folding my arms across my chest and smirked at her, amused by her personality. “I’ve got to be going now, Mimi. Bye” I said, walking out of the cell. I turned around and said “Nice singing, by the way” then lightly shut the door. Interesting character, that girl is.
(Naomi’s P.O.V.)
“Mimi?” I asked to no one in particular, since Jackie had left the room. Good thing too, or else he’d see the slight blush on my face. As if the guy’s hair wasn’t enough (he had awesome hair. I have a thing for guys with long, black hair.), no, he had to have those pretty green eyes too. Dammit universe, why do you hate me?! Oh well. I started opening the package I got from Jackie. I found a shirt that looked like Ty Ty’s; except it was black with a white outline, jeans like his in a darker grey color, and his headphones. But instead of having green sides, they were glowing purple. I felt around the bottom of the package, felt something, and took it out. But before I could see what it was, I heard a painful groan next to me.
“Ty Ty!” I exclaimed, whipping around. “Are you oka-“ my question was cut short by my pure shock. Ty started changing before my eyes. His hair turned a darker brown, he seemed to get a bit more muscular, and pitch black dragon wings and a tail sprouted from his back, tearing his flesh and staining what little white his shirt still had red. His eyes opened, and they were a bright violet color. I stared in horror at him, and dropped what I was holding. The dog-tag necklace fell to the floor, and I looked down and read:
“Experiment 250, Enderlox”
