(To those of you who are about to read this, feel free to do so, but this is an old story of mine. I am moving it from my original account to this new account, which is mainly for old stories that I do not wish to keep on my main account, which is named Dylexa. I won't have anything good up there for a while, sadly. I am working on it though!)

(Hello peoplez! it is me, Dylexa. I have been writing a lot lately, don't worry. But during these past few months, I still have been quite busy, but I've managed to get a few things written enough to publish. Like for instance, I am writing a journal from Marissa's point of view, from the time that she, Zak, a mysterious character I may not name unless you WANT me to ruin a big part in the book, Bo and Samir lived in a secret underground house in New York. Their lives were not secret, but they most defiantly lived in secret.

I know Zak is not mentioned too much in this, but this is my story. If you don't want to have to deal with OC junk, then do not read this. If you really want to give me a bad comment, at least make it USEFUL for my time. I really don't care for bad comments like "no TSS character is in this much!" I would much prefer you mention my grammatical errors if I make any, or maybe pieces of my writing that quite do not make sense. Well, enjoy. This is the only note I will be giving you until further notice in this story. Oh yes, there are most defiantly spoilers of my story in this, so if you do not want any parts of the story spoiled, I recommend you do NOT read this. Now, if there are any questions, please PM me.

Thank you.)

KEEP OUT! ESPECIALLY YOU ZAK!

6/5/15

To whom it may concern...

I'm not sure what to say. My older brother Gratis says I need this.

Says my nightmares are getting worse.

I actually agree with him about the second thing. My nightmares are getting worse.

Much worse.

Now, you probably have no idea what the hell I'm talking about, do you? Probably not.

Well...it's a long story...a bit too long. I don't want to go into detail about what has happened to me those eight years ago, because thinking about it too much may make my dreams more unbearable than they already are.

I'll say it in the simplest way I can;

I'm an experiment from a laboratory. The 14th actually. They call me experiment number 14...a bit catchy, I will admit...maybe a good name for a story.

But that's not the point, is it?

Eight years ago, a man by the name of Charles Alanes, or more appropriate, Dr. Alanes, came up with the idea to implant fire into one so he or she can make fire from their minds.

Unfortunately, I was the one who got to test this. Dr. Alanes has done some pretty despicable things to Gratis too, but I'm not allowed to ask him what that madman has done.

All I know is that Gratis is deaf in one ear from an experiment. Apparently Dr. Alanes was trying to "improve" Gratis's hearing.

I'm sorry to say that Gratis and I are not the only victims to Dr. Alanes cruel experiments. Many people-even animals have suffered.

Most of our "family" is Dr. Alanes experiments actually.

Bo (a.k.a, experiment number 12), the second eldest of the group, has had feline ears implanted into her head. Bo now wears a red bandanna to hide her "shame", as she calls it.

Samir (a.k.a, experiment number 14 B), the youngest of our group, can make fire like me, however, it is much more controlled than mine since not as much fire has been implanted into him. Unfortunately, Dr. Alanes has also given Samir the ability to read minds, and often times he cannot control this ability.

Much like my fire actually.

The only one of us who really has not been experimented on is my little "brother", Zak Saturday. I put the quotation marks because Zak really is only my adopted brother.

You see, the first time Gratis and I escaped, Gratis got caught again, and eventually I got caught as well. Luckily, my re-capture did not go unnoticed.

You see, Dr. Alanes used to work with these people who are called "secret scientists", but Dr. Alanes was kicked out of this group after he started the idea of experimenting on animals...obviously, as the years passed, Dr. Alanes started experimenting on humans.

Anyway, one of the secret scientists had seen the horrible chase between me and Dr. Alanes henchmen, and they basically teemed up to rescue me.

Unfortunately, there was still bad news after I first awoke in the Saturday's home;

They did not find my big brother. We thought he was dead-heck, they really only found me and a komodo dragon! The laboratory was lifeless, as dry as a bone, dead!

But I will talk about my reunion with Gratis later. I am talking about my first encounter with the Saturdays right now.

Anyway, I had waken up in the medical room of the house (first, Doc and Drew Saturday, Zak's parents, are rich, so they own this gigantic mansion. Second, I had fallen on my head out of a tree right before I was re-captured again, so I was unconscious the rest of the time I had spent in that laboratory) to the sound of people talking. Later I realized that these people were in fact the secret scientists, but obviously I didn't know then. I had decided to make it seem like I was still sleeping, because I was still much too afraid that I was in Dr. Alanes lab, despite the fact that I was in a warm, fluffy bed, instead of strapped to a table, or cooped up in a cage like a hog.

After a while of keeping my eyes shut and pretending I was asleep, I eventually went down. When I was awake again, the Komodo dragon from the laboratory was lying comfortably on my stomach. (We had decided to keep the Komodo dragon and name it "Komodo". Lol, not really original, but Zak was young when he had named him.)

So anyway, you know that I was still unsure of where I as, and who these mysterious people were, so I was very suspicious.

It's pretty embarrassing though to say that my first word was "hello", especially to someone I thought was the enemy, but hey, I was eight. Besides, I wasn't surrounded by any bad person anyway, so I guess it wasn't so horrible. I think I'm a bit too melodramatic on the fact now.

But after Drew had said "hello" back in a friendly tone, I felt at ease.

It was still very odd for me though, this first experience back into civilization after a whole year or being surrounded by bastards who saw me as nothing more than fresh meet to dig their grimy claws into. It was especially odd seeing Zak.

You see, Zak was only six at the time, and really there weren't too many children besides Gratis and myself. Although, the children I did see were either covered in a lot of blood and injuries from experiments, and were so injured that they could not speak or react too well, were too experimented on to be recognized as human beings, or occasionally much too mean to talk to.

Zak however is one of the nicest and selfless person I have ever met.

Anyway, after Drew and Zak had introduced themselves (I did not meet Zak's father until later in the day), Drew explained to me what had happened during the time I was unconscious, and that Dr. Alanes had disappeared.

Now, after eight years of having a pretty good, adventurous life with the Saturdays, one cold January day, when Zak and I were home alone, Dr. Alanes breaks into our home and kidnaps us.

I really would prefer not explaining what happened during that month of hell...I really don't. I can tell that Zak has had a pretty horrible time as well, because every time the subject of the lab claws its way into conversation, Zak gets squeamish and often leaves the room. We've both agreed to each other that as long as it is not necessary, we will not talk about it to each other. I really don't see how talking about something like something you dislike is really that necessary to talk about anyway...it's just something that should really have no use in this wretched planet.

Really, the only pleasant thing about my second time in the lab is that I found Gratis.

He's actually the reason I am sitting here right now, telling this story, instead of sitting n a cage in a dark room with an empty stomach and a dry mouth.

Gratis helped us escape...all of us...me, Zak, Samir and Bo. If it weren't for him, some of us would probably be dead. Me especially.

I must go now. It's getting dark, and we're trying to save energy on the lights right now.

Marissa