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Morning at last and the telling day. All night Matthew had been awake, plotting and dreaming of the countless possibilities his success might bring while worrying over what failure might mean. Such was his nature. Countless nights would be spent in much the same manner, folds in his forehead forming in deep thought. The once doctor was a man of many worries and the countless responsibilities that caused them. Now in charge of his own products, and thus taking on any consequences he might face should the project be deemed a failure, life was a deal more stressful and his anxiety levels were at an all time high.

At twenty seven years old, Matthew Keller was among the youngest scientists to work for Yoson companies. For a doctor, his youth was nothing new, but his age was not commonly seen in those in his line of work. Matthew, being the prideful man he was, often reminded his peers of this. He'd started quite young for a doctor as well and since then had only advanced. Oh the things he could accomplish with his brilliant mind. If only he was given the chance. And here he was, sitting atop his own project, the king of his own kingdom underground, in charge of six- only partially now- human beings, seven if he included his assistant.

Many months had been contributed to this project. Appeals to the head office for additional funding, searching prisons and countless files to locate men who could be subjected to his experimentation. Countless potential candidates had been considered before the final decision was made. Finally, the selection of young men were shipped out to him, each chosen to amount to more than they had before. It was his job to help purge these useless being from the world, to recycle their bodies and turn them into something greater. It was a second chance few received, and even fewer survived.

Those selected had arrived one by one just the day before, cuffed and sometimes further restrained depending on the independent crimes committed by the young men. Some fought and argued, others accepted their fates and one may have even readily taken his future with open arms. None had a choice. Once Matthew decided he wanted them, they belonged to him, for no other being in the world would take these men. There was no longer any reason to allow them to live, if not to further the world with his discoveries.

Sedatives had come first, injected while the binds were still in place. While each slowly slipped into unconsciousness, the young men had been restricted to tables in his lab, one at a time. Then the injections themselves had come, twining animal DNA with human DNA within the young men. The night had been long and quite obviously painful by the cries that filled the laboratory. Then, very slowly, each man slipped into a heavy sleep. Matthew and his assistants had the experiments moved to their beds, assuring all was locked shut and secure before finally turning against the newest assistant, Sin.

He had been the last to be sedated, caught by surprise and then treated much the same. Finally his body was discarded in one of the rooms alongside another experiment, exhausted to the core possibly more so than any of the others, with more a fight put up. In his last set of experiments the young man had proven himself to be particularly resilient, being the only to surprise. He only hoped this one was more a success, though he felt no particular attachment toward his younger assistant. Piece of scum he was, he deserved to die just as much as the others had last time.

Presently, he patiently awaited the awakening of the experiments, who would each wake at their own time. There was still much to say, and many still bound at the hands, much to test as well.

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                                            "Ge' yer bloodeh 'ands offa me! I dinna dew noathin' wrong!" he growled, a group of policemen trying to wrestle him down to the ground. His words had no heat behind them though, because he knew they were a lie. He could see the man he had struck in the head down the alleyway, laying unmoving on the ground, two paramedics near the body confirming his fears.
                                            He had done it. He had actually killed someone.

                                            Adrian thrashed harder, getting an arm loose and punching at one of the officers out of his own rage and shame. He had never meant to kill the guy. He had been an unruly customer, and the guy had been asking for a fight. Adrian was never one to turn down a fight. He fought for fun, he never intended to kill the guy. He brawled for the thrill of it, not to take someone's life.

                                            One of the cops took a hard swipe at his legs while he was lost in thought, the group of cops using their combined force to take him to the ground, flipping him over on his chest and tugging his arms back to handcuff him. He felt numb. Even the strain in his shoulders from the tight cuffs didn't bother him.
                                            He stopped struggling after that, going dead weight as he felt hands urge him to his feet and push him toward the patrol car. He glanced over one broad shoulder, watching as the paramedics zipped up the bag, the sight making him sick to his stomach. He was overcome with guilt, hoping the man didn't have a family expecting him home.

                                            Soon he was ducked into the patrol car, sliding to sit in the middle of the seat, slumping back against the cushion. He was left alone, listening to the muffled sounds of the cops outside the car. Looking through the window, the blonde saw the officer in charge, writing on his pad and holding a cellphone between his shoulder and ear, obviously calling it in. He watched the man write, wondering which prison he would be going to.

                                            The cop looked over to the car, staring at Adrian, wording something into the phone with an awkward nod. Looks like an agreement had been made on where they were going to take him.

                                            Leaning his head back on the seat, he closed his eyes, shifting his shoulders out of discomfort. He was in a state of numb shock. He had actually killed someone. There had to be no other option. They were going to kill him too.

                                            One of the back doors suddenly opened, causing green eyes to pop back open, looking over just in time to see a cop lean in and stick a syringe in his neck.
                                            "Night night McKinnon. Wouldn't want to be you." Came the gruff, slightly amused voice. He gave a half-hearted snarl and tried to lunge at the male as the world went black.


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                                            The next time he woke up, he was strapped to a table, in a room too white and too sterile to be considered a prison. Well, a prison in the way he thought prisons were. He had never been, so maybe they had changed.

                                            When he saw lab coats and needles, he was the one that probably fought the hardest, given his considerable size and toned bulk. He had needed a little extra sedative, along with another set of arm restraints, since he had broken the first pair. He swore and cursed and threw a fit, the sedatives muddling his words, and with his accent, it was nothing more than angry Irish-accented garble.

                                            The half-conscious night filled with injections was the worst, unsure of where he was and why he had been brought here, snarling at the doctors to try and get answers, but all he got were more needles.

                                            When sleep finally overcame him from whatever they had dosed him with, he welcomed it. The escape from the needles and the lab a blessing. His final thoughts before he fell into darkness was just what exactly was this place?
                                            And what was going to happen to him?

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                                            When he woke up for a second time, he felt like s**t. Medicated sleep was the worst, and he should know. He took enough pain pills after fights to get to sleep to know what medicated sleep felt like. It was like a hangover, but without the headache, where everything felt sluggish and just warm enough to be annoying.

                                            The first thing he became aware of, was that the bed he was on was too small. He felt his feet hanging off the end. And it was uncomfortable. The mattress was too thin.
                                            Secondly, he was aware that he wasn't alone in the room.
                                            Thirdly, his hands were tied together. Again.

                                            Grunting, he moved his bound hands to the side and pushed himself up on the mattress, placing his feet on the ground and rubbing at his eyes the best he could. He blinked away the fuzziness, rubbing at his green eyes before placing his bound hands in his lap.
                                            Looking down at himself, he was dressed in nothing but scrub bottoms and a wife beater. Both looked fresh and clean. He scoffed, figuring his old clothes had been too dirty for a place like this. He had just come from a brawl after all.

                                            Adrian looked across at the other cot, staring at the sleeping male, having seen him in the lab before with the rest of them. Standing with a bit of a wobble to his legs, he turned and began to inspect the room, sticking his head in the bathroom and looking through the items provided before walking to the door, banging on it with both hands.
                                            "Oi! Wewld sumbodeh care ta tell me where I bloody am!?" He shouted, punctuating his words with more bangs on the door. His accent was as thick as honey, and his voice had a gruff tone to it indicative of years of drinking hard whiskey. It wasn't unpleasant, more like a rumble, like a low growling dog or thunder in the distance.






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                                                    And a familiar cruel chuckle was the last he heard of the world.

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                                                    Not much more than a year ago, Sin never would have dreamed of this. Spending time in a laboratory painted permanently in the dull brown of dried blood and often speckled with crimson droplets from fresh blood. So much blood. It sickened him to see it now. He'd started off as little more than a street urchin, if he could even be given such a noble title. A criminal in a world with no place for such. With no want for anything but people who might be useful to society. Humans lived on a dying planet and there was no space for anyone who was a waste. Some were made useful through human experimentation, something that had been illegal for many years and only made legal to rid the world of useless people.

                                                    Sin was one of those people. Deemed worthless by the world and condemned. There had always been so much blood and death. Many died. Almost all of them died. In fact, he was the only one to survive. It had been a mass experiment. Criminals from all over the world were gathered and stuck in a room, injected with a poison that would tear their body apart from the inside out. It was to become a cure, an antidote of sorts. What did they call it? A vaccine, yes. A vaccine that would cleanse and protect the body from disease completely. that most died could not be cleared from his mind. So many perished where he lived and through him, the perfect vaccine was discovered.

                                                    Since then he'd remained with the young Scientist who'd experimented on he and the other criminals. A strange man, one that he would eventually grow very possessive over. He'd thought very little of other people and even less of criminals like Sin. Somehow his opinion had changed. Perhaps with how adamant he'd become about joining the Scientist. The redhead had very little to offer. No school, no training and often even a distinct lack of common sense. But he was determined. He was nothing if not determined. He won the man over somehow.

                                                    Little did he know he was only to be used in another experiment. The very experiment he assisted in. From the gathering of tools, to helping to pick out the men that would be tested on. He'd even helped restrain them, doing the sedating and most of the dirty work. Tiring, but well worth it for the praise he received. Much needed, heavily desired praise. That was what he loved about the man, that he was the only person who'd ever offered him words of praise.

                                                    By midnight, all their subjects had been laid to rest in their individual rooms, shared each between two. Sin had been proud. So very proud, just like before. Then there was a sharp pain where neck met shoulder. His senses were dulled, vision blurred and then there was only black.

                                                    The last thing he heard was the chuckle. All too familiar and dark.

                                                    It was all he remembered when he woke, dazed and confused. A light groan escaped his lips and he sat up, dizzy, tired. Confused. As if he'd been drinking. "I must have been up too late.." Mumbled the young man, getting to his feet as quickly as his body would allow and trudging out of the room. There was another body littered on the bed, which he ignored.

                                                    First he thought he would find Matthew, but thought better of it as he heard the distant sound of yelling, only muffled by the closed doors. Huffing, Sin threw it open, too groggy to make much of a strong impression. "What the hell is going on in here? Settle down you stupid ********. Before I have to sedate you."



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                  tab After a year of living in the comforts of the rehabilitation facility, he was finally chosen. The final, and true payment for the crimes he committed would be paid for the rest of his life, how ever long that may last, starting tomorrow. A simple black car would drive around the facility, a man in a business suit would get out, and he'd be forced to sit in the backseat of the car while they drove to the laboratories. Or at least that's all that Vilko could think of as he laid on top of the thin mattress, his large blanket wrapped tightly around him. He was afraid, so very afraid. He'd heard tales of people being taken in a simple black car, never to be seen or heard from again. He'd heard rumors of monsters being made, or limbs being rearranged in these experiments. He had no rights starting tomorrow, his parents would probably receive an email telling them their son had died, not that they'd really care. They kicked him out the first time he had come home high, still, the thought of it sent shivers down his spine. You had no rights once you were an experiment. They could poke and prod at you all they wanted, Inject you with horrible diseases to see what happens, or inject you with hallucinogen and watch as you scream at nothing.

                  tab Vilko didn't get much sleep that night, but his eyes had managed to stay closed long enough for the dawn to be a surprise when he heard someone knocking at his door. "Vilko, it's time to go. Get dressed, then please come out." he heard the familiar voice of one of the nurses say. He imminently began to hyperventilate. It was time. Oh God, it was time. They were going to take him away. He'd be tortured then killed, or killed and his body played with after his death. Vilko squeezed his eyes shut and pulled his blanket closer to him. "No, just go away. I'm not ready. I'm not ready. I'm not ready. I'm not ready. I'm not-" his panicked thoughts where interrupted by the nurse's knocking again. "Vilko, I'm coming in." Vilko's eyes went wide and he hid under the blankets. "No!" he screamed as the nurse opened the door. He was shaking now. He didn't want to go. They were going to force him to go. He didn't want to go. but they would make him anyways. He felt someone pulling the cover away from his leg, and the comforting, familiar sensation of a needle being slid into him was the last thing he felt before darkness.

                  tab Vilko awoke hours later, groggy and unsure. The last thing he remembered was the needle sliding easily into his skin. From the little he could see from not moving, he was in a small room not unlike the one he had been given at the rehabilitation facility, and was wearing a hospital gown. He tried to move, but he was strapped to the bed he was lying on. Immediately a sense of panic filled him. The needle he felt earlier, it was a sedative. Vilko started to struggle against the restraints. "I'm not ready! I'm not ready!" he yelled, his voice hoarse from his grogginess. He didn't know where he was. His heart was beating hard against his chest. The room wasn't his own. He hadn't been in restraints for almost ten months, and he didn't like the memories they brought. The first few months at the rehabilitation center had been hell, but they weren't anything nearly as bad as his memories of his job before. Unpleasant memories flashed before his eyes, and he continued to scream as tears rolled down his face. He was in a dimly lit hotel room, it was shabbily furnished, and he wasn't alone. He was laying on his back, his hands suspended above him and tied to the headboard. He could see a dark mass above him, a man, though all he could focus on where his dark eyes. He shook his head violently to make the image fade. "Let me out! Let me out!" He screamed, opening his eyes again. Soon someone took notice of his ruckus, and two nurses came into the room. Immediately Vilko froze, and one of them held his arm still while the other plunged a needle into his arm. Everything went black again.

                  tab The rest of the night was a blur for Vilko. He woke at one point, and was lucid enough to tell that he was strapped to a table in a large room far too white and bright to be the rehabilitation facility. He wasn't the only one there. There were others, others tied to tables and others in lab coats. He had begun to cry, they had taken him. He was afraid. He didn't know what was happening, but he didn't like it. Someone in a lab coat came to him and slowly slid a needle into his arm. "Shhh." the man had said as Vilko let out a small groan from the needle entering his skin. He didn't see black again, but he stopped crying. He felt odd, like he was floating, but it was obvious that he wasn't, he was strapped to a table. He almost laughed at that, but was too tired to make a noise, instead to smiled, and watched as men in lab coats continued to stick him with needles. He didn't know what was inside of the needles, but he knew it wasn't cocaine. Still, he had missed the sensation. So he flowed in and out of lucidity, being brought back whenever he felt the sweet p***k of a needle. Time was warped, but after a certain passage of it, he finally fell into a deep sleep.

                  tab Vilko awoke later on a mattress a little more comfortable than the one at the center, but not by much. He was more groggy than the night before, and had a throbbing headache, though the headache could of been from the other man in his room who was yelling. He let out a groan as another wave of pain went through his head. "I don't know. Could you please not be so loud?" he said, his voice slurring a little from his grogginess. He sat up, and immediately regretted it as another wave of pain came rolling in. He let out another soft groan and held his head. "Please?" he added a bit pathetically. He head felt as though it was going to split, and with each bang on the door there was another wave of pain. Vilko slowly stood, holding onto the bed tightly for support. He felt dizzy, and once he had his balance held his head with one hand again. He looked around the room, and saw the man who was making all the noise more clearly. He was tall, and very muscular, with shaggy light blonde hair. Suddenly the doors the man had been banging on where thrown open, and a red haired man, tall but not as tall as his roommate, walked in threatening to sedate the large man. Vilko held his head again and shuddered at the sudden loud noise of the other man's arrival.

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Danna sighed as he sat in his cell, he was barefooted, clothed in the lightest clothes that he'd ever seen. He knew why, he was a killer, he wasn't to be trusted farther then he could be thrown. He sighed as he jingled the cuffs on his wrists, eye balling the nervous guard. He smirked as he shook them again, watching the skittish guard jump and look over at him. He chuckled and leaned back, resting his shoulders against the cold stone wall that ran around three sides of the room. "You know, I don't bite." He murmured as he yawned and closed his eyes. He wasn't happy about where he was, but it was better then being on death row, and he knew that there was no escaping that, not with the casual way that he'd shrugged when he'd been told the amount of people he'd killed, and had lazily tacked on. "It might be more then that, not sure, didn't really keep track, you know?" As far as society thought of him, he was either a monster, or a vigilante, he didn't think he was either. He simply stopped feeling after Jordan, his lover, had been killed while working.

He opened his eyes as he heard footsteps approach his cell, and his guard mumble, "Thank god you're here to take him, he's a creepy son of a b***h." Well, he resented that, his mother was hardly a b***h, she was rather quite nice. He narrowed a glare at the guard and smirked as he skittered away as fast as he could before turning his attention to the new comer. He reeked of power, he held himself like he was a lord. "Stand up Jones, we don't have all day to wait for you." the man snapped, and Danna already felt himself wanting to strangle the b*****d. He sighed and stood however, he was going to play at being good, for a little bit at least. He walked quietly ahead of man, following the man's guards that were in front of him. He was loaded into the back of a security van, his shackles secured to the floor. He closed his eyes, nervous as the vehicle started. He was starting to realize that there may not be an escape for freedom for a while.

After a long ride, the van ground to a halt, and he was led once more down a series of halls to what he could only describe as a examination room. He waited quietly, flanked by two guards, the man that had come to get him was gone, he didn't thing he even got in that van. He watched apprehensively as a doctor came in, and gave the preliminary exam, humming and hawing as he had his height, weight, and blood pressure measure, before the man smiled, nodded and left again, leaving him to wait once more. Finally, after god knew how long, another doctor came, with a series of shots. Danna tensed and gave the needles a wide eyed look, he didn't do well with needles. After the first shot, he felt drowsy, and slumped forward, battling to keep heavy eyelids open as he snarled silently before succumbing to the drug in his system.

He work up again, and the first thing running through his mind was to get up, to get up and flee. He jerked upwards with his body, crying out sharply at the sudden pain that it caused, and slumping back to the bed, breathing deeply through his nose. He quickly categorized his pains, and he could hear voices, they were fuzzy at the moment, caused by the raging headache that pounded behind closed eyes, or was that some one banging on the door? He groaned as he slowly rolled over, letting himself slip from the bed as though he was boneless, and laid on the cool floor, hand over his mouth as his stomach decided to try and rebel. He took deep breaths, swallowing against the tang of metal and excess of saliva that filled his mouth. He opened his eyes, and scanned the room, before he bolted towards a garbage can, and hunched over it as he gagged and tried to keep the last meal that he'd eaten where he belonged. He hadn't felt this miserable since the last time that he'd tried to drink himself under the table, and even then that hadn't had the full body ache that he felt now.

Once he was sure that he was in control of his body again, he leaned back and looked around the room, and his eyes fell on the blond that he was sure had been banging on the door. He sighed and tilted his head back, so that he watched the man through partial closed eyes, and slightly down his nose, before speaking hoarsely, "You are aware that's useless, right?"


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                                        Poor little Loki was huddled in a corner of a jail cell. His body rocked backed and forth on his heels while his arms wrapped around his thin torso. His head was buried in the crook of his arms and his breathing was rough. His skin was pale with small beads of sweat running down the sides of his face. He had been in jail for a few days now. The withdrawal getting worse each day. He begged the guards for some meth, just a tiny bit from the evidence locker. He would pay them well of course. No one would help him. It was on this terrible day that he heard his jail cell door open. He looked up from his arms and looked at the two large men that came in. They came up to him and placed hand cuffs around his wrists, he didn’t fight back. It was useless by now. Maybe they were taking him to some meth? Letting him go? Loki followed them out.

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                                        The next thing he knew there was a stinging pain in the back of his neck and juice was pumped into his system. He took a deep breath as he felt the drugs coursing through his veins. It wasn’t the right kind but it was good enough. Slowly his senses dulled and his eyelids grew heavy. The boy’s body went limp and he fell unconscious. Loki was out cold for the entire procedure. The drugs in his system rebooting a dead body. He had some freaky dreams that night. Colors and fireworks could describe them the best. Any drug at this point would ease the pain.

                                        Loki’s eyes fluttered open to impossibly bright lights. His hand rose and blocked the light. His lips parted as he took in the smell of the room, it smelt like a doctor’s office. That meant drugs. As his eyes adjusted he removed his hand from his face and looked up at the ceiling then around. He sat up with a small grunt. Everything felt stiff. He rolled his head on his shoulders and rubbed his shoulders. His eyes were drawn to the man on the other side of the room, still passed out. He shook his head. What kind of sick joke was this? He rubbed the back of his neck before guiding his fingers through his hair. His head perked up as he heard voices in a room beside him. Loki stood up and arched his back before popping his knuckles. One hand was placed on the back of his head and the other under his chin. He turned his head to the side and a sickening crack of his neck was heard in the otherwise silent room. Now, with all his body cracked and stretched to perfection he started to investigate his surroundings.

                                        Loki walked to the door and tried the door knob. Locked, just as he figured it would be. He looked around for something to pick the lock with and his eyes settled on his bed. Going back over he lifted the mattress off of the bed frame and tossed it on the floor. He pulled a spring free of the bed and looked at the end. It should work, thin enough. Going back over to the door he bent down next to the door knob and set to work picking the lock. Loki was a genius, he had the intellect to pretty much do anything. At least, so he figured. After a few minutes the lock clicked open and he smiled in triumph. He looked at the other body still passed out and smirked. “Ya’ snooze ya’ lose.” He said with a shrug. Loki hid the spring under his shirt between his pants and his hips. He went back over to the bed and placed the mattress back on the bed. Loki made for the door and quietly opened it, looking out into the hall.

                                        Seeing no one around he looked at the ceiling for cameras. There were some but there was no way to avoid them. He only hoped no one was watching them as he stepped into the hall with his bare feet. The boy simply wore white pants and shirt, like one would in a hospital. The clothes hung off of his frightfully thin body. The boy padded down the hall quietly, looking around for anyone. He went to the room with the commotion going on inside. He peeked in through the open door and saw the back of someone that was trying to take charge. The blonde was huge, he could crush the other if he wanted. Loki wouldn’t get involved, no that wasn’t his style. He crept pass the room and down the hall. He moved quickly but quietly, trying to find the exit or some clue that may lead to his whereabouts. Loki hated being locked up.


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Mood: Excited, but calm
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          Matthew was a genius. He truly was and it was such an honor to work on this new project with him. He was so excited he could barely contain his intense desires to himself, however a few reprimands and he had gotten himself under control. He was to apprentice under him and for the time period he would do as he was told, unaware as to what exactly his superior had been planning.

          With the experiments in their room Alex took time to look at the monitors. Ah yes the "Bear" what a lovely man he was. Oh if he could just go down and touch those muscles~! No, no he must restrain himself, his perverse thoughts would be only getting in the way to begin with that and he really didn't need Matthew questioning him more then he does. It was hard to hide the sadistic nature that just barely skimmed the surface and oh he waited with pregnant breath for when the psychological changes began. Physical ones as well. He was about to sip from his mug of coffee when he noticed the experiment, Loki was it? Yes, he remembered now. Oh he was pretty too.

          "Hmm, someone's being naughty~" he murmured and slipping on the white lab coat over his deep blue dress shirt and black slacks the male slipped the shoes back on and made his way from the observation room and into the halls. Ah yes hall B on the second to last floor. It was a calm pace at which he moved and he did his best to remain non chalant when it came to the fact that soon enough he would intercept the little brat.

          Sky blue eyes narrowed as a small smirk played along his lips. Footsteps, he could hear them now and so he sped up, just the slightest to be able to meet him as he turned the corner.

          "Aren't you supposed to be sleeping?" he asks, ignoring the sounds from the Irish man as he hollered and complained. He would soon enough teach the Irish man his own place. Another time though.

          The predatory look was just to hard to resit and eveyrthing that radiated from the Assisstant would scream at another to run, but he remained so calm, ever paitent and content. Look at him he looked so innocent and harmless as he smiled at the other.

          "Perhaps you are looking for the bathroom?"



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          OOC: Sorry it's so crap! I know you guys gave such amazing posts, but I just... I tried,but any more and it sounded forced. I'm sorry its not the best post!


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                                            Adrian was surprised at the quick response. Seems the door had been unlocked too...
                                            Perhaps he should have tried the handle first.

                                            He stared down at the smaller male. Well, that was silly, everyone was shorter than him it seemed, and this would probably be no different. He was about to throw a scathing remark down at the sleepy looking kid before a weak voice spoke up behind him. It was his roommate, who was now up. Seems he had had a worse night than Adrian did. Well, Adrian was used to this sort of thing.
                                            Not the, being taken to a lab and experimented on type of thing, but the medicated sleep, then having to get up thing.
                                            He calmed a bit, but not by much, lowering his voice. He felt sorry for his roommate, the poor thing looked too young to be in a situation like this.

                                            Turning back to confront the kid at the door, he snorted, lumbering past him with a hard shove of his shoulder, throwing his bulk around as usual."Sedate me? Ye sum' kinda doctar lad? Ye be'er know 'ow ta fight if'n yer gonna challange me tha' way." he muttered, cursing quietly as he brought his bounds hands up and chewed at the tape until he got a rip in it, tearing them off and balling the tape up and tossing it on the floor. Like he was going to respect a place like this.

                                            He glanced around as he moved out of his bedroom, trying to get his bearings, glancing at the three in the area. Well, he was certainly older than all of them, that much he could be sure of. Fantastic. He was stuck in some underground, probably governmental facility with a group of young punks, being experimented on. But why him? Why the rest of them? What was so special about them?

                                            As of yet, he had only seen three other people besides himself, wondering if there were more in the building. He huffed, rubbing at his wrists as he started to walk around and investigate. "I swear if'n I evar get me 'ands on the tosser in charge, ye ken bet yer arse I'm breakin' 'is face." He grumbled hotly, crackling his knuckles and rubbing at his arms at the memory of the needles. He hoped that at least that part was over with.








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                                                    This one was going to be problematic; this much was certain early on. The hardly waking boy in the corner, on the other hand? Perhaps not so much. At least for the time being, he seemed harmless. Here, the drugs seemed not have been able to sedate the big guy for long. He should have figured as much, the guy was already huge. It might have been a mistake to give him DNA of a bear. A mouse would have been better. "Have you not been paying attention all this time? Did no one explain to you that you lost your rights when you became a criminal? You should very well be dead!"
                                                    He exclaimed, grunting as he was merely pushed aside, as if he was little more than a child.

                                                    Beyond irritated, Sin began to follow. He only turned briefly to regard the whining man in bed. "If you're in that much pain then go back to bed, scum." Said the man before turning away and chasing after the bear. Mckinnon, was it? Something Scottish, or Irish or something of the sort. The uttered threat had not fallen upon deaf ears, and he felt it necessary to straighten things out.

                                                    "Hey, moron! You might not realize this, but by rights you should be dead. The only reason you're alive right now is because you happen to be here instead. Your life was saved, you should be looking to thank the guy, you stupid lug." Not that he expected the man to be listening much to him. Already he had brushed him off once today, why would that change for him now? They could handle one nuisance, at least. "I will put you down if you don't settle down right this instant." It was not an empty threat. He had the means, though not necessarily the equipment on him for the moment. He could take comfort in knowing the blonde couldn't escape.

                                                    There was another nearby as well. The cursed Alexander and who he assumed was another one of the subjects. Exploring, probably. He would have heard if it was a troublemaker like the one he was dealing with. Damned Alexander always had things easy compared to him. "I'll show you around if you just calm down and quit going about like a crocodile with a toothache. You are not in danger." Not yet, at least.

                                                    He knew the doctor didn't take well to subjects disobeying him or causing a ruckus. In that, the man could be particularly cruel at times. The punishments were his least favourite part. Sin could still remember the pain and the look upon his now-lovers face. It still sent shivers down his spine.


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