Captured and Changed

by Kuyo The Hunter

Your name is Sollux Captor, or at least you think that used to be your name, you're more used to being called SC202 now. Had you known a trip to the park would not only leave you as an orphan, but also genetic experiment, then, then you would've told your dad you wanted to stay home this day.

1. Prologue

My first story for Homestuck :) You can find this on AO3 as well where I'll add pictures/art when I make some :)

Trigger warnings:

Character death, child abuse, strong language, human experimentation, genetic engineering and many others.

The pairing is Sollux x Karkat, which means M/M, this won't happen until the later part of the fic, so there is a long way there still, but still: don't like then don't read, I won't force you.

I have mayor plots in the story noted down, but I'm always open for suggestions and ideas, so got any ideas you want to share? Just leave a review or PM me :) Updates WILL be irregular, but I will finish this one no mater how long it takes XD

So without further due, please read and write what you think :)

- Prologue -

It's quiet in the block. Dark, sterile and gloomy. Bared cell doors running along the whole corridor, some housing only dark stains left by it's now dead inhabitant and some with creatures that at first sight wouldn't classify as human. The noise coming from one cell in particular isn't a rare occurrence. Insanity has griped them all, some more than others, but from the cage labeled GE-23 is the most frequent.

"Thut up, thut up, thut up, THUTUPTHUTUP!" The once human rambles, clutching his head in pain while digging the sharp claws into his scalp in a weak attempt to shut the voices up. On his gray tinted arm hangs an identification bracelet with the number GE-23-SC202, part of the same number can be seen branded into the back of his neck, partly hidden by the neck of a dirty T-shirt. The other occupant in the room, this one with the tag GE-23-MC201, tries to calm the other down without coming to close. The last time he got physical when his brother was like this, his shoulder was left with some nasty scars.

"Thol, c-calm down, don't hurt yourthelf, it won't thop them."

"…Tuna?" The other cries out softly, almost sounding confused at the other's presence "It hurtth, everything hurtth…" he mumbles as he shifts from clawing his scalp out to rubbing the sides of his head, where the skin has become swollen and formed four bumps, two on each side….