Experiment: Reflection (Open and Accepting)

[Chambered_Melody]

| Sateen ••• Rose ••• Alcomett |

••• We're ••• All ••• A ••• Bit ••• Crazy••• Inside •••
That's Sateen To YouxxxxxxxA.K.A 2302 or ShadowxxxxxxxxMessed in the Head

Sateen lay on the metal table, her body stiff and locked into place for whatever pain that was to be bistyed upon her. She had figured from the first moment she was taken that something bad was going to happen, rape and murder at the moment. She hadn't even dreamed of experimentation, and torture. "I though this was a facility, not a ******** death camp!" She snapped at Dario when he said it would be painless...for him. What did it take to be a good freak anyways?! She thought to herself warealy. She wasn't even sure if she could handle nice for one of these guys. She knew hse had ager issues. Her mother drunkenly said it was from her father. That almost everyone in his family had anger issues. She didn't care, it made her more honest, like when she said something like this. "For one, its the shirt, its heavy for a good reason..." All in all, Sateen, for her age, had a rather nice chest...as least she thought so. "And it wouldn't matter to you anyway. I though fags only cared for dicks anyways. Up the a** and doggy style and all that s**t!" She snapped at him before spitting at his face, showing that she obviously didn't care for the man's personality and cruelty one bit.

She stiffened a bit when she saw the glittering table of shiny tooles. Her breathing stopped for a moment before shaking her head. She had to be strong. She couldn't show that she was scared out of her pants now. Still, she attempted to lift her head so she could see what he was doing. Maybe, just maybe, if she understood what he was going to do to her better, she could brace herself for the pain that was yet to come. She was sure there was going to be pain, she didn't see a gass mask anywhere that was made to put someone to sleep. Her breathing was heavy as her chest rasied slowly and raggety up and down, showing only the tip of the iceburg of her emotional distress. His little torture island had forced her to think about something other then her sister. It was almost a good thing. She took in a sharp breath when she saw the saw. Her eyes grew larger and she almost felt her heard skip a beat. She jerked away from the man when he said he used it to slice though her ribs and her bodie. She could almost see him cutting her open and pulling out her organs. Like from that one movie called REPO something or other.

He brought up her sister again and she let out a farrel snarl, as if she didn't even want him to talk about her. When he said that her sister had screamed her name out...for her help, it was possible even to see the light in her eyes leave her. Tears, though she fought against them, fell from her eyes like rushing water. When he said she didn't care, she let out another loud, loud growl. "DON'TYOUDARESAYIDIDN'TCARE! She was the only thing in my life worth fighting for you b*****d and she's NOT dead do you hear me I would know it and she's not dead!!!" She screamed, lifint her body up as much as she could, struggeling against the strapps that held her. Though the leatehr ones looked like they strain was almost to much for them, the metal ones kept her in place rather well. Doing this so she could tell Dario in his face...well, as much of his face as she could get to. She paused a moment when he asked who would drag her sister everywhere. Unthinkingly, she spoke ina soft whisper while looking off into 'space'. "It would have been more dangrous at home. She..out father....he would get to drunk...so violent...and so..so- Ah!"

She had rambled on about father dearest for just a moment to long, not looking to the man who mattered at the moment. Dario, the one who was to hurt her. Like right now! At first it just starteled her and she instantly started to look for the sourse of the sound. To try to stop it instantly. Her head shook some, as if to shake the sound out from her head. It didn't work. She clenched her teeth as he made the sound louder and at the same time. More painfull. "YOU KNOW VERY WELL WHAT ITS FOR AND YOU KNOW I CAN HEAR IT YOU b*****d! TURN IT OFF!!!" She screamed to him, not the kind of scream he might have wanted, it wasn't an unbaribel pain kind of high pitched bloody murder scream, but a though your teeth deep voice to hold in the pain kind of thing. She held her breath as the volume slowly worked its way up into her ears and seemingly though her whole body. Making her bones hurt even, how that was possible, she would never know. Her back arched up into the air in an uncomfertable possision. But she refused to scream for him. It didn't take a brain surgan to figure out the scientists here. All tehy want is power from their little 'freaks'. Respect and control over another person. Well, control was just something Sateen wasn't willing to give. Oh no. She wouldn't be broken, it was agaisnt her nature. She was a proud sociopath. And if this b*****d was right, the only living thing she cared about was dead. If he was right, then there was no reason to live anymore. No more reason to keep trying...well, there was always that need to show people off. Yeah, Sateen's face twisted into a sickening smirk as she gritted her teeth and grunted though the screeching sounds of the thing that was making her ears bleed now. Her blood pooling around her head and slolwy seeping into her hair. "..Do...Your...Worst!" She grunted though her teeth. She wanted to prove herself to this b***h. To show that he wasn't going to break her, that she didn't care about this man, or about what he did to her. Though secretly she did, it was pain, something she wasn't used to. But she fiigured, soon enough, she would be used to it all, then he wouldn't bother her anymore because she wouldn't be any fun to him. She continued to squwerm around in on the table, not being able to get off like she despreatly wanted to. She continued to refuse to scream for him. Only sounding like a mother giving birth, dully screaming though her teeth while forcing herself to keep quiet. This was a fight against her will, and she was more then determined to win it.

[Akia1354Chaos]

Seth Sigmund

When a man talks dirty to a woman, it's sexual harassment. When a woman talks dirty to a man, it's $3.95 a minute. ~ Author Unknown

" Well you have to start somewhere right? That's the American dream, huh?" He said leaning back int his chair. " Start here, go anywhere. Well, that is an exception to these little freaks. But lets just say their helping to move the dream along. But who cares about them, right? I must say that I have yet to see one pretty experiment in this entire place! Some look okay, but I wanna see a sexy one. Don't you agree. Yu would think with some of this DNA they would exotic and sexy. But some of them look ugly as hell." He said, laughing. " Funny. How this place tends to remind me of Germany." he said, as he looked Audrey up and down. Casually watching her drink the vodka. When she mentioned she forgot her sword, he just laughed. " Meh, you'll pick it up later. It's not going to go anywhere." he said, stretching. " Well, you see I don't really care about if your legal or not. Plus where not in America. So, it dosn't matter." he said, ushering for her to continue to drink.

I have one piece of advice for you
No matter what a stripper tells you
There's no sex in the Champagne Room.. NONE!
Oh there's CHAMPAGNE in the Champagne Room
But you don't want champagne.. you want sex
And there's NO sex.. in the Champagne Room

[Yaiyo_chan]

Audrey Savannah Gleen

"You're disgusting." Audrey said with a small laugh. "The very idea of looking at these creatures with anything more than disgust is strange. I would never see one as sexy. I like my men clean shaven, and, you know, tailless." She laughed again. Audrey set the bottle down and looked over at Seth. She listened to him talk about the drinking. Canada had their drinking laws too, they were lower, but they were there. Plus, didn't this count as American property? Audrey dismissed the thoughts. All that legal stuff made her head spin. She then set down her glass, feeling more tipsy than she had intended and crossed her arms. "Why don't you make one?" She asked, going back to the previous conversation. Audrey didn't stop to think about how difficult the task she proposed might be. "What's pretty? Like, big cats, foxes, birds..." She trailed off, chuckling. "Though, then again, its none of my damn business what you do."

[St_Evisser]

Kieran tossed around for something more to say. It wasn't like she was truely helping in this conversation. "Yeah," he muttered, at a loss for something more inteligible to say. He sat there for a few moments, thinking about what he could say. Tell her she's on your wall. Kieran ignored the voice. Well it is your wall. She's the one that came over to it. It was rather difficult but he could fight down the instincts. It would be a struggle he'd have to deal with for the rest of his life. Worse things had indeed happened in his life.

((Sorry for shortness))

[l Und3rc00k3d J3110 l]

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...So LoCk and LoAd mercenaries...

...I see the SmOkE from the hilltop...
...They march OnE by oNe...
...We BaThE in our own bLoOd...

+[The WoRsT is YeT to CoMe]+

Aleksanr's sky blue eyes wandered around his companion's face. It was a swift moving collection of flickers and pauses to an outsider’s eye. However a much more complicated process was going about the Russian boy. He examining her every action, emotion and reaction. That, the art of observation was something Aleksandr knew well. After months of silence in the totalitarian society Aleksandr knew how to predict one’s actions in public and within secret. The man never spoke of his predictions as he still had a sliver of respect in his body. Peoples real intentions were hidden he would keep them so out of this reverence. So when Alek wanted to know what kind of girl his new roommate was he used this ability as if she was another nurse or doctor. He yearned to see her persona…if she was a spoilt brat, quiet mouse, or an outspoken feline. With every personality he, to the best of his abilities, coped with the downside and reaped the kindness.

The ghostly orbs started their investigation at her the hairline and whisked past her forehead finding nothing important. Moving down Alex gazed into Sherly’s own optics; to him she seemed to have a look of fiery innocence within them. It was something that he found very intriguing. Maybe she was very independent or outspoken? Of course there were other emotions like fear and confusion that every experiment experienced when he or she found that they too had been placed in the ‘animal blender.’ Aleksandr chuckled lightly at his nickname for how some like him were made. Animal Blender! It gave him the mental image of scientists placing organisms in a life-size food processor and then somehow tricking a human inside. Then with a click of a button the experiments when created.

Alek decided to abandon his psycho analysis for the moment. The girl had finally started to speak to him. She had said her name, but with her English accent it had been very hard for him to understand. He thought he had heard something along the lines of the English word Cherry, but he knew that wasn’t right. Who in the right mind who name their child that? A few moments later he heard a distinct ‘uhh.’ This word…or phrase, Alek remembered clearly as every American he had met like to excessively use the letters to stall for time. After the last ‘h’ there would be the statement in which they were looking for. Alek expected it to be her asking his own name or what was happening, but he was surprised and slightly offended when she commented on his wings. Aleksandr pulled said appendages closer to himself. Of course he knew…the weight of them was a constant reminder to him that he would never be able to live normally in society. That he would never be completely human again. It was another one of the things he learned to accept. He would live and die in this building. Hearing her apologize he let his wings relax slightly, she seemed sincere. It was also that he was now informed that Sherly had a thick British accent. The Russian experiment scowled. He could have known a bit earlier...but the new experiment in front of him probably didn’t even understand a lick of any of his Russian words. This caused Aleksandr to pull a half-smile, half-frown. He guessed that he should start answering all her questions.

“Da D-(Yes Ye-)“ He stopped when he seen she was paying no mind to him.

Her skin was blue. The lyrics from her mouth were broken and confused. She knew nothing of what had just happened. His own skin was an ashy color, almost completely gray, but not quite. It still had a peachy tone. He felt slight pity for her, yet he wondered. What animal did they fuse her with… He sighed she would probably need some kind of insight to what had happened to her, and what he was. It was going to be a long tedious process, and even then Aleksandr was unsure of whether or not the Sherly girl would understand him with his broken english. Taking a break he resigned to at least trying.
"Ommm...Ve ore e-experiments...humons an ominals..." His hands getured the motion of two things being pushed together.
"Vey taok aur D-DNA an combined vem together." He offered her an apologetic smile for his accent.
"So vet is why ee have vings. Ee was combined vith a bat." Aleksandr stretched out his wings using them to sheild himself from the flourescent lights above.
There was a moment of silence when he decided that maybe he could introduce himself.
"Ee am Aleksandr. Fram Moskva, Russia." He smiled politely. "I d-don't know much English. Sa yau will hove ta e-excuse my o-accent..." He wanted to offer her to go to the training grounds with him, but Aleksandr wasn't sure the scientists would permit it.

[Tom_Suke]

Shadows dance
And floor boards creak.
There you lie
Pale and weak.

.: Demitrious :.

He slept in. God dam nit all....Well, it wasn't his fault, he was all up testing various things-he knew he'd have to train a new batch for Section 5, but he wanted to review old folders and documents, and how foolish he was, straining himself...he should've drank coffee!

He grumbled all the way down to the lab, fixing his tie as he sipped a cup of coffee, freshly brewed and smothered with cream and honey mix, and he entered the lab with the swipe of his card and a keypad's entry.
He rummaged through the folders, slipping them back into their designated cabinets, and pulling out the ones he needed for the day on the canines he'd train.

Demitrious rubbed his temple, sitting down and checking his watch...HE still had time to finish his coffee, and probably head out to search for the 'chosen' canines, and possibly get a glimpse of others from other divisions.

He took time in sipping his coffee till the last of it sloshed past his lips, and he gave a small pout, putting his mug down and getting up. He loosened his collar a bit, giving a glance to his watch as he stepped out, holding a lone folder and shifting through it, skimming it mainly as he headed to the room where most of the subjects were. He entered it with a swipe of the card and keypad numbers again, only different ones from before, and he looked up, blinking a bit...

No matter how many times he entered this room, it always stunned him a bit...so many different beings sitting around, or doing something...he noted some familiar and unfamiliar faces(most didn’t survive the after effects of the infections, or something happened like a failure in something).

He walked by them all, studying them quietly, and keeping distance-you never know when one might go berserk and break your arm randomly to where you were off duty for quite a while(he knew this from experience.)

HE stopped after a while, glancing around then skimming the folder for names, and calling them out, requesting the canines to at least come over, if not...well, that was there problem, he loved force personally, but he wanted to train them first without pain, and just obedience.
As if.

Can you not see me
Watching so close?
Your broken form's
What matters most.

[xxwolf_queen21xx]

Kiki started to fidget, she couldn't find anything to say and was truly at a loss for words. She then looked at him, "So..um...how long have you been here?" she asked shyly. At least she was starting up something, he was the one that started it all in the first place.
She then ran her hand through the messy pink hair. She tugged on it a little, beginning to miss her long pink hair she had earlier. Knowing it would grow back eventually, but at a very short pace. Kiki almost regretted making that decision.

[Tom_Suke]

The night is here
There's no escape.
In this room
You sit awake.
But do not fear
My precious baby
For I can save you.
Just maybe.

.:Avalon:.

U-uhhh….
His…his head….everything was black until now, and he blinked, sitting up slowly…everything was….blurry…
HE blinked a bit to clear his vision, and lifted his paws, rubbing his eyes-

Wait….paws?

He blinked, staring down at his clawed hands, turning them this way and htat before noticing a long tail with a fluff at the end, and following wherei t ended, right to the tail bone above his rear… His eyes followed it up, and soon he was touching himself, not in that sense, but running his odd hands over his body, patting around frantically…

He looked up, then began to scream, freaking out…Glass began to shatter around him, and that scared him to where he shut up, his ears folding down as he looked around frantically, his already fast beating hard taking up a faster pace. He looked down after realizing he was wet-he was sittign in a puddle of water..well, in the shallow end of a fountain…

He stared at his reflection, touching his face shakily, and running it over his sensitive ears..

“Wh….what the hell!?” He stood up on all fours, getting on two legs, then stumbling to where he yelped and fell backwards out of the fountain. He sat up, hyperventilating and getting up on his ‘hind’ legs, clutching the fountain side with his paws as his knees wobbled and he looked around, the hint of a mewl in the back of his throat. Seeing other..things…it made him back away form them all, yelping, freaking out, and just…panicking.

“WH-where am I?! Oh god Oh god Oh god Oh god!” He tripped back on his four legs, finding it a bit easier to walk like that, but freaking out that he liked walking on all fours. “H-help, s-somebody!”

Thi…this has to be some weird dream! Yes…that’s it!

He tried to pinch himself, but his hand would’nt from it, so he bit into his arm, and mewled with surprise at the pain, licking at the wound instinctively, where dark green blood oozed out.

“TH…..this is’nt a dream….oh God….” He breathed out, curling up where he sat, his ears folding down as he looked around frantically, panting and shivering…

Where was he?

Why was he like this?

Where was his parents?

His head began to hurt and he rubbed it with the pads of his left paw, groaning…all he remembered was walking home after school….and….

HE was kidnapped, by two men, and then total darkness….

‘H…how long was I out?!’

Your flesh is cold,
Your skin is bruised,
Your breathing's shallow,
Your blood is used.
But do not fear
My precious doll
No one can hear your call....

[Akia1354Chaos]

Dario Florencio

" It doesn't matter what you do in the bedroom as long as you don't do it in the street and frighten the horses.”

He just gave a sick laugh. " Oh don't worry about it beautiful. I'm just having fun with you. The real torture hasn't even started." He said turning off the noise and looking at the blood around her ears. " You know what? Back when Hitler ruled Nazi Germany women in concentration camps used blood as rouge. It made them look lively. And thus prevented them from being killed." he said taking some gauze and cleaning up the blood. " You know... you need to look more lively." He said, stuffing cotton balls in her ear so the bleeding would stop. But he got up and then washed his hand, talking about how disgusting she was. " Eww... I touched her..." he said drying his hands. He then turned back to Sateen and checked her files. " So, 2302, you want me to do my worse? Well then, If you insist. " he said going into a draw and taking out a small box. He opened it, showing the array of tiny needles in glass tubes. He then turned to Sateen and gave an evil smirk. "I have plenty of exciting methods of torture and testing for your kind. The heartless b***h type. After all, you don't care about your sister. How could you be so heartless and cruel to just stand by and let her die?" Dario asked, sitting down on a stool next to the table. He took a needle and took of the glass stopper at the top. " You see this needle?" He said, taking it out of the glass tube.

"It's pretty thin. In fact, it's as big as a human hair. Thickness size. With just one of these needles I could make you paralyzed. But for now, I'll go with the torture aspect." He said gently putting the needle right in between Sateen's elbow joint. " Don't move. You'll only do more damage to yourself." he said smiling. Taking out more needles. He started on her left hand, placing a needle right between her finger joints, and working her way up her hand. Placing a needle in every joint possible. He worked up her arm and onto her shoulders. He then swiveled around to the left side and working on her arms there, down to her hands. He then looked right at her and placed one needle in each of her cheeks. He then placed another above each eyebrow, and then two where her jaw bone would begin. He then moved down and did the same with her feet and legs. " Now you may be wondering. When is the pain going to start? This is kind of relaxing, no?" He said going back over to his little island of horrors. He took out a black pager like device and click it on. " Well I'm glad you asked. You see on the tips of each of these needles there is a electrical device. It will send a massive shock to all of your joints. I can control it from this little device in my hand. As long as I hold the button down, your gonna receive the shock. Trust me when I say it is very painful. Some say it's equivalent to having your eyes gouged out and your fingers chopped off slowly, with florist shears. So, were gonna do it this way. I will talk with you, and you will answer my questions. If I don't like your answer I will shock you. Okay? Good!" He said smirking. " Now, first question, Would you say your a murderer for letting your sister die, beautiful?" he said, in his flamboyantly gay voice.

No matter what you do on the stage
Keep it light, keep it bright, keep it gay!
Whether it's murder, mayhem or rage
Don't complain, it's a pain, Keep it gay!
People want laughter when they see a show
The last thing they're after's a litany of woe
A happy ending will pep up your play...
Oedipus won't bomb... If he winds up with Mom!
Keep it gay! Keep it gay! Keep it gay!

[Akia1354Chaos]

Seth Sigmund

When a man talks dirty to a woman, it's sexual harassment. When a woman talks dirty to a man, it's $3.95 a minute. ~ Author Unknown

" Haha, well you know they are quite exotic. Just think of how much one nice looking girl would go on the market. That like... I don't know... considered a neko. How much would she go for? Plenty of money I tell you. She'd be walking gold to buyers to be exact. And well... I could go for a cat.... yes.. I like cats... they have such unique personalities." He said absent minded. He then thought of her project he was working on. Not the beast gene project, but another one. He would take more animal genes than recommended and make an experiment out of that. " Well, I have something in mind for the experiment. But I'm going to need a very specific experiment to do what I would like." he said, thinking of what he would need. He would need a specific experiment with good DNA. Usually it's all about the DNA. Sometime, just by looking at the DNA, you can tell who can live through transformation and who can't. They were still testing this out, but Seth believed that it would save a lot of time and energy if they ran a blood test on experiments before testing. It would tell what DNA that person could handle best. Thus increasing survival rate a bit. Still DNA was a risky thing. DNA is not meant to be changed during life. So it still very risky doing what they do. It was like picking a specific marble out of a paper bag. At least that what Seth and others in his feild were doing. Sometime you hit the mark, other times you didn't.

I have one piece of advice for you
No matter what a stripper tells you
There's no sex in the Champagne Room.. NONE!
Oh there's CHAMPAGNE in the Champagne Room
But you don't want champagne.. you want sex
And there's NO sex.. in the Champagne Room

[Chambered_Melody]

| Sateen ••• Rose ••• Alcomett |

••• We're ••• All ••• A ••• Bit ••• Crazy••• Inside •••
That's Sateen To YouxxxxxxxA.K.A 2302 or ShadowxxxxxxxxMessed in the Head

Her body twitched all about as she forced herself to keep quiet during the whole sound vibration prosses. She could feel the blood mixing in with her hair. She could even feel it under her neck, it was warm and cold all at the same time. It almsot helped in a way, to think about the blood on her neck then the sounds in her ear, though they took up the magority of her though prosses. She shook her head, still trying to shake out the sound, though it never worked how much she did it. Then, the noise stopped, ehr body dropped and she hissed, shaking her head a bit more forcefully to make sure that the sound was completley gone. "Bedanken Sie sich oh bei Gott sein!" She gasped between breaths. Though, as soon as she could hear Dario's voice again, she heard him say the one word, the only name that she refused to let anyone call her. "Beautiful" Her whole body froze unwillingly. Her eye twitched as images flashed though her head. before and after shots of her fathers 'compassionate nature' when he had pulled her into his room. Both before and after, sometimes even during his love showing as well. Beautiful. He would stroke her face while whipping off her tears and ignoring them at the same time. He would kiss her cheeks while calling her that. She hated that name, it was tanted becasue of her father. She could never let a boyfriend or even her own mother to call her that because of what her father did to her. And now, Dario, this Scientist, was calling her beautiful. It was to late to let it pass so he couldn't see her reaction.

She didn't even realize what else he had said until he sarted talking about Hitler and something about keeping women from being killed. She quickly racked her brain to figure out what he said, when she got it, she actioly found it interesting. She couldn't help herself when she asked, "Why? Why not just regular Rouge?" She shook her head soon after, forgetting that Dario was the one who was hurting her at the moment. When he brought the gauze close to her, she leaned back away from him, not wanting him to tuch her. She remebered what he had just called her a few moments ago, he wasn't someone to make convorsation with. Shaking her head a bit to the hurt and uncomfertable feeling of the gauze in her ears. She could feel the warmth of the still rushing blood, and could almost feel it as it slowly stopped, very slowly. But, serprisingly, the guaze helped a little. Her breathing calmed down a bit, only just, because of the small, very small act of kindness. Her voice was slightly smaller this time. "What do you expect...you said my sisters dead. Though I think your lieing to me. If you wern't..Am I suposed to be a happy?" She asked slightly sarcasticly. Rolling her eyes at the ew comment. She didn't care what he though of her. All she had to care about when it came to him, was to not let him win.

She looked kinda tiered, letting her head rest a bit for the only moment she might be able to get. Letting her ears and back rest a bit, her eyes close for a moment as well, even her jaw hurt from her forcing herself not to scream for the mad man. When he called her by a number, she opened her eyes again. "My name is Sateen Alcomett. Not a number." She spoke lightly to Dario, not really expecting him to take her words to heart. His next words also starteled her a bit, she took in a deep breath and set her face. She wasn't going to comment after that one. Oh sure, she said for him to do his worst, but she was in pain! That, and she's proud! Of corse she would say something like that. She steadied her breathing again. She kept her eyes up to the celing, refusing to look to her...but, she was a Clouded Lepord, a feline, she couldn't help herslef but be curious about what was in the box...she wished she didn't look. Her face drained once more....Needles...it reminded her of her mother, a heroin addict, and she used them. Once, she had fallen when she was younger, fallen on a smal pile where her mother kept the used ones. She was so young, her sister wans't even born yet. She was cracked out for almost a week becasue of the needles. She would refuse to go to a doctor because she was frightened they would use one on her. A small shiver ran down her spine and down to her toes.

She bit her lower lip a bit when Dario started to talk again. Her voice was weak when she sarcasticly asked another question. "..Don't you have a fish to sclice or something?...." Baskicly wondering if he had anything better to do then mess with her. Anything, even ******** someone would be better then soemthing to do with needels...anything....Wait....did he just.. Her face twisted up for a moment after he called her that. "I'm NOT heartless!!" She screeched to him. "You don't know me at all! You don't have the right to call me something like that! Doyou hear me!" She yelled to him. Her eyes glowing with the anger she was feeling. Stubbornerly, she tunred her head away from him so her eyes wen't to him any more. Only, he didn't stop there. Slowly, she turned her head back around. "Wie Sie herausfordern! Ich sorgte mich mehr über meine Schwester dann Sie konnten sich über Ihr eigenes sinnloses Scheißleben sorgen. Sie tun nur das, weil Sie payed bekommen und es Sie lässt sich in der Kontrolle fühlen. Ich schützte meine Schwester, weil ich sie liebte! Sie war meine ganze Familie, die nur ein, der ich mich über becasue sorgen konnte, war sie meine Schwester! Ich schützte sie gegen die anderen um sie, von ihren 'Freunden', sogar ihr eigener Vater! Tun Sie so nicht Sie wagen zu sagen, dass ich mich über sie nicht sorgte! Und ich stand nicht gerade zur Seite, ich wurde von ihr weggenommen, die ganze Zeit kämpfend, um zurückzukommen, um sie zu retten! Sie würden nicht wissen, was Sorge war, wenn Sie aufwachten und es Ihren Detektiv saugte!" Slowly as she got to the end of her rant in German, as the needle was being taken out, her voice got smaller and smaller....but not to small. It was so amazing how much a person could cram into her head in suck a short amount of time, and astounding how much she remembered when angry!

Her eyes locked onto the long needel. "You are not going to put that anywhere near m--ehh!" She gritted her teeth as she growled though the sting of the needle, already she felt like she was going to faint, just from the first one. Oh, sure, the pain was a b***h, it felt like the pain of a bee that never stopped hurting, but with a slight burning feeling added to it. Though, she listened to him, only moving her jaw and neck when she could, each time one needel went into her, until Dario got to her face and jaw, her head twitched slightly. Her eyes closed. As long as she didn't see them, it wasn't to bad...for now. She felt like she was going to be sick. A small hiss escaped each time one penitrated into her skin. It was like getting peircings..everywhere! She ignored it when she felt his eyes on her. Her eyes kept close while he was putting in the needles. Her breathing would stop each time she felt the pintch and sting of them being percicly placed into her. When he asked if it was relaxing, she still didn't open her eyes just yet. Only giving him a small inner breathy sound like a 'humph', almost a chuckel even. She cringed a bit when he started to talk about the needles again. Her eyes opened slowly when he said he was going to talk with her. "Not the best kind of environment of an open convorsation wouldn't you say." She spoke once agian in a sarcastic voice. Trying to make light of this horrific sistuation. She listened to his instructions, obvisouly, she wasn't looking forward to this. She wanted to turn her head to look to him when he asked the first question, but she was to afraid to move with the needles on her. An ovbious shiver ran down her whole body when he called her that name again. Only making her wince...she moved. She took in a large breath. She could easily figure out what answer he wanted, but she would rather be damned to give it to him. "No. I did not let her die. I fought to get her back....but...I was weaker then the men...they..they druged me...I couldn't....I-I- couldn't get free...." She knew she was going to be shocked for that, but this was how she was going to answer each time. She would refuse to say that it was all her fault...she would! It wasn't her fault. She would win over this....she would...


[[occ:: Oh yeah, just because its bold, does not mean she's shouting all the time, its just how I'm doing things right now.

Oh thank God its over!
How dare you! I cared more about my sister then you could care about your own ******** pointless life. You only do this because you get payed and it makes you feel in control. I protected my sister because I loved her! She was my whole family, the only one who I could care about becasue she was my sister! I protected her against the others around her, from her 'friends', even her own father! So don't you dare say that I didn't care about her! And I didn't just stand by, I was being taken away from her, all the while fighting to get back to save her! You wouldn't know what care was if you woke up and it was sucking your d**k! ]]

[Akia1354Chaos]

Sherly Mako

“Before you criticize someone, you should walk a mile in their shoes. That way when you criticize them, you are a mile away from them and you have their shoes.”

Sherly gave a soft whimper as she glanced at herself again. Maybe she could try pinching herself! That usually works! This maybe just a dream!..... A... very vivid... and painful dream... Ignoreing the tell tale fact that dreams don't hurt, she pinched herself. To only mutter under her breath a small, "Ow. Tha' 'urt..." . Realizing what she said had only dampened her mood. Her stricking green eyes glanced up to the boy. Her eyes were very pretty, the green was so vibrant it almost looked fake. It was possible her new blue skin was making them pop out more. But Sherly got her eyes from her mother. There displayed her proud, yet soft nature. Sherly was like a castle. The defenses looked scary enough, but when you go inside, you see the true nature of the lovable softie. She was just glancing at his wings trying to get a hold of the situation. Or more on the lines of 'What the ******** was going on?'.

Sherly nodded to the boy... wait.. did he say experiments?... Was she tested on?! Like some lab rat!? It was sort of hard to understand him, but Sherly had gotten use to accents. " So.. wait a minute? Were combine'... wit' animals?.... soo... I'm combin' with... oh! I know.. some guy combin' me with grea' white shark!" she said realizing what was happening soon. " Oh... your a bat...?" she said looking at his wings. Well, that would explain things. She then smiled " Well, tis a pleasure ta meet ya!! Alex, I'll call ya!! Eh, dun worry 'bout the accent. We both 'ave them. So their's no problems there."

I've got a brand new attitude,
And I'm gonna wear it tonight
I'm gonna get in trouble
I wanna start a fight

[Akia1354Chaos]

Dario Florencio

" It doesn't matter what you do in the bedroom as long as you don't do it in the street and frighten the horses.”

" Well, beautiful. Here's the reason why. They didn't have rouge inside the concentration camps. So they pricked their fingers and wiped blood on their cheeks. It gave them a red appearance and made them look alive. Thus sparing them from the Nazi's. Remember, Nazi's had one rule of thumb. If it's useful, use it. When it's use runs out, kill it. Everyone was useful in their own little way. Certain people did certain work. And hell, even dead they were some use to the Nazi's. I mean, how else could they make soap? Haha. No, but seriously. If you ever meet a man, that has the charismatic of Hitler. Girl, you should just run and hide. No good could come from that man and the people he associates with." He said his head on his arm. (( Foreshadowing ooooooo XD ))

" Oh.. you are one heartless b***h. You actually want me to cut open some other girl? Maybe a ten year old aquatic experiment, just to see how she ticks inside? God damn, your one mean son of a b***h. " He said, laughing hysterically. He wiped some tears from his eyes as he calmed down. " God, just keep ranting off in German, my little Nazi. One day you will see the error in your ways. And you will meet your match. You will think you can never be hut for doing such a simple thing, but when that day rolls around I will laugh. Be it in my grave or out loud. And then, don't come blaming me. I said I told you so, and I told you so."

Dario gave a slight laugh. " Audible sigh. Wrong answer." He said holding down the button. Dario wanted to see her crack for a bit. In actuality, he was suppose to do a physical. But Dario's physicals aren't so... 'standard'. Really, it was information Dario knew. But he figured he might as well have fun with this chick while it lasted. " So now sweetheart, what were you saying? I couldn't quite hear what you said." He laughed as he let go of the button. " I mean I think you should really think about the question. You admit yourself you were weaker than those men, so it was involuntarily your fault that she died. No? That makes it your fault. God, it's like the Lion King. Just because Simba was used for Scar's plans, kind of makes him involved for Mufasa's death! Jesus, it's elementary."

No matter what you do on the stage
Keep it light, keep it bright, keep it gay!
Whether it's murder, mayhem or rage
Don't complain, it's a pain, Keep it gay!
People want laughter when they see a show
The last thing they're after's a litany of woe
A happy ending will pep up your play...
Oedipus won't bomb... If he winds up with Mom!
Keep it gay! Keep it gay! Keep it gay!

[Chambered_Melody]

| Sateen ••• Rose ••• Alcomett |

••• We're ••• All ••• A ••• Bit ••• Crazy••• Inside •••
That's Sateen To YouxxxxxxxA.K.A 2302 or ShadowxxxxxxxxMessed in the Head

Cringing again when Dario called her beautiful, her eye twitching to the very word and memory of her horrid father petting her hair in a sexual loving matter. She could almost feel his fingers running down her face...oh wait, thats the needles.. ugh! She shivered when remebering where she was again, listening to Daro explain her question on the blood for rouge. She blinked, finding the first bit of information intersting. Well, if I ever find myself in a concintration camp, I'll know what to do..now what do I do here? When Dario said that the Nazi used humans as sope. A small dark chuckel came from her, sounding as if she was amused, but with a deepness to it, sounding almost like a growl. She blinked a bit when he told her to keep clear from anyone that acted like hitler, she should keep clear from. She humphed a little. "I'll be sure to do that....but what about people who act like you?" She said with a little hint of a smile in her voice and face. Instinctivly, she was trying to make light of this sistuation. She used to do it when her father beat her and her mother. -even then she wouldn't let her father get to her sister- Her sister and her would hide in a closet or under a bed, or even outside in a tree and Sateen would make jokes and tell funny stories, anything that would make her babby sister happy again. No one treat her sister badly unless they wanted to face the wrath of Sateen. Even her father would cring sometimes with the threats that Sateen would get. Though, he might have been less scared if he wasn't drunk off his a**.

Her eyes rolled a bit when Dario started to call her heartless. "Eh, I'm not heartless if I know the person. If I liked them, I might not be so quick to say that. But, because I don't, I don't give a s**t. Hardly anyone likes me anyways. That doesn't make me heartless or cold or dead inside....Not really..Its not like I need anyone anyways. They would just get in my way...'Sides, it would be better if they were dead anyway. No way to be safer then if your dead....not that I'm asking for death. The only one I care about is myself and my sister..whos NOT dead...." Her words lingered with her thoughts. She would continue to refuse to believe her sister is dead for as long as she could. She would remember, and look for her when she gets out of here. She rolled her eyes a bit when she cought him whiping tears from his eyes. Glaring at him when he called her his little Nazi. "Alright. First thing first. You may be able to cause me pain, but no one, No One, owns me. No matter what happenes to me...I'm free." She spoke as if she were speaking to a modivation group. Then she frowned a little, her lips pressing into a small line for a breef second. "And I'm not a Nazi. If anyone here's one its you Mr! I'm not the one who's going to electrocute a helpless little...." She was going to say girl, but that would indicate that she was human..she wasn't so sure if she was anymore. "...Little..." She huffed and just stopped talking from then. She was making a fool of herself by speaking while she though.

She had just said her answer to his first question, saying that she wasn't a murderer for taking her sister out to SAVE her. She wasn't a killer because her sister wan't dead! She wasn't...she knew it. Her sister couldn't be dead......No.....-sigh- She clenched her jaw to a point where it almost hurt, breathing heavily and quickly though her teeth. Readying herself for the pain, the pain that would pule though her body each and every time she said it wasn't her fault, because it wasn't! Tears already started to slip from her eyes before Dario even spoke after her. "Aw s**t....s**t. s**t. s**t...Ah!" She managed to speak just before he pressed down the button. Her eyes luled into the back of her head while her body jerked around ever so slightly. Her jaw locked in place and her chest arched upward, everything else being forced to stay in put by both her will, and the strapps that held her there. Though, serprisingly enough, the leather straps were slowly starting to rip, that that it could be heard though her teeth gritting and heavy painful panting. Wimmpering and crying she sounded like she was giving birth to a fat a** kid, no, three at the same time...while being electrocuted. Grunting even, anything but screaming. Even though she had never been in any more pain then now, she refused to give in to this man..to this monster who recived to much joy from her pian. She figured, if she kept up the no giving him what he wanted thing, he would get bord....she hoped. Oh god she hoped.

Her body fell hard against the table. She panted with her mouth slightly open, her eyes closed as she swallowed some siliva that had collected while she held her breath. Her heart was racing with the new juice that was forced to make it beat. Most likely, Dario gave her an extra six years to her life. She panted a few times before she could even find the energy to speak. "Heiliger Scheiße-Mutter-Ficker..... Lieber Gott welch als nächstes.....Oh...And....Don't....call...Me....Sweetheart.." Where the first words to come form her mouth. Showing her obvious disliking for pet names...well, mainly comeing from him but that was only because he pissed her off and hurt her. She continued to pant for a while, uncaring to hear what Dario said, but listened none the less. She couldn't help it. Listening to the only other thing in the room, other then her panting and wimpering, helped her to ignor the pain..kinda. Though, his word stung her, hurt almost worse then the shocks. She shook her head a bit. "Forgive me...for being...intransighing....But, I wans't the cause, for her death...though she's NOT dead...I still wasn't the reason she might have been killed..." She took a small breath before continueing. "And that was a dumb movie anyways.....but it still wasn't Simba's fault....Scar was the one who sent the...the buffalo down the vally...knowing full well that...that Simba was down there...He was the one that told Mufasa that Simba was in trouble...Its..it was Scar's fault..." She though for a moment before sighing and speaking again. "So..what I need to know...is...who's Scar here?" She asked more herself then anything. If she knew who 'Scar' was, then she would find her sister faster.

[[occ:: Holy s**t mother ******** God what next.....]]

[Akia1354Chaos]

Dario Florencio

" It doesn't matter what you do in the bedroom as long as you don't do it in the street and frighten the horses.”

Dario huffed at her answers. " Listen, I'll call you whatever I want....... sweetheart. so you had better watch what you say." He said, showing her the controls in his hand. " Just admit you caused your sisters death. And I will let you go. How dose that sound? If I let you go, you could be free to do whatever you want. And you could wait for your scientist or whatever. I'm not even sure if I will be your personal scientist. I hope I am. That means I get to see more of you. And I would just love to brighten your day~!" He said laughing. " Well, like I said, you just need to admit you caused your sister's death. And you must mean every word you say. Then I shall let you go. Cross my gay heart and hope to..... to..... be eaten by a shark." he said laughing. Being eaten by a shark was a one in a million chance. So it wasn't going to happen. Plus, he probably wouln;t even leave the place because of Pierce. He pressed the button down for the hell of it and released it a minute later. Dario had never faced a person like Sateen before. He was midly impressed about how long she lasted. Usually it's the strogest experiments like this that fall the hardest. They usually fall into madness or something else. They all crack. They always do. One way or another they will crack.

No matter what you do on the stage
Keep it light, keep it bright, keep it gay!
Whether it's murder, mayhem or rage
Don't complain, it's a pain, Keep it gay!
People want laughter when they see a show
The last thing they're after's a litany of woe
A happy ending will pep up your play...
Oedipus won't bomb... If he winds up with Mom!
Keep it gay! Keep it gay! Keep it gay!

(( I must apologize for the shortness. I really am brain dead tonight >< wink )