Well, people tend to leave this out of most fanfics so I decided to write that missing chapter in. This subject also tends to be taboo and never written about in general. I can definetly understand why though. This is rather hard.

I RE-re-wrote chapter 1. I'll probably eigther re-write the whole thing or take it off fan-fiction. Who knows...

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

It was dark. I was nauseouse, I felt embedded in warmth that gradually turned into a clammy feeling. The darkness became mixed into a purple smudge. I saw only blurriness now, I smelled the foul stench of excrements, and the peculiar warmth was replaced by a disturbing coldness… this is death…isn't it?

I tried to open my eyes, my eye lids felt like tons. Weights…reminds me of the gym. How stubborn my brother could be, he competes with me at weight lifting.

We compete a lot, in the public gym we would race to do the most push ups, or to lift heavy weights fastest. "You know, you don't get a good work out doing it so fast" I would say. He would ignore me. If I'd win he would act like a soar loser and accuse me of cheating. It was amusing though. I enjoy competing with him, tough we didn't consider ourselves rivals, but just regular siblings.

He's my twin. Our genes were identical besides the fact that I got blonde hair and the fact that I'm a female. He got the darker hair; Black hair. Other then those two opposites, we look the same.

He denies the fact that I was born first. I already imagined our birth. Him, still a little fetus would beg me, an identical little fetus to race out first. And I won. He must consider it a lost race or something…

I opened my eyes so suddenly. The blurriness became clear.

Bars, I'm in a cell.

I shifted my gaze down. I was naked. Two pale arms wrapped around me. I tried to move but it was useless. After a long moment of failed attempts I was finally able to lift my arm. I slowly lifted my aching arm on to one of the arms wrapped around me. It was shockingly cold.

This was the cold around me.

My head spinned as I noticed these sweaty cold set of arms, a corpses arms. They were once warm. The person must've died holding me. I turned my head to the stony ceiling. A gloomy purple aura … death is evidently near. I turned my head to see who was holding me.

My brother! His ebony hair hanging heavily over his face. His eyes were partly opened with a glazed look over them. His mouth hung slightly open with a little drool. He too was naked.

My eyes widened.

I wanted to call his name but I couldn't remember it, or mine for that matter. Is he dead? Death loomed over us in a shadowy form, a shadow that has been watching us with interest for some time now. I wanted to touch my brothers pale cheek, so he'd know I was here with him if he was even alive. But I turned my head away.

Who was watching over us in such a sick way?

I looked up and saw a familiar aged man with a cocky grin on his face and eyes that suggested an unknown malevolence to them. Blue eyes, like mine…

A memory came to me. My brother and I…We don't know where we came from. We roamed the streets being delinquents. Homeless, we slept in abandoned factories along with other "bums". In the coldest nights we would sleep in each others warm arms. Body heat kept us warm. Now my brothers' arms and body were cold. I didn't take my eyes off the old man.

If my brothers dead this man will have HELL to pay!

Though we never show it we're dear to each other.

The old man was in such a strange get up. What was that little "logo" on his shoulder? R R…Red Ribbon Army? What the hell…?

I looked away from the man. I fearfully got up on my knees; my hair weighing my head down. I tucked some strands out of my face and turned to my brother. He looked sticky, as was I.

Please don't be dead I silently begged.

I gently moved some hair out of his face.

His body looked so stiff, like a corpse. I don't know what to make of this situation. Trying not to cry out only a small sob escaped my lips as I shook him softly. The old man snickered. How dare he.

The bastard!

I turned my head and glared at the old man. He held us here captive, and he's not helping my brother! The old man stood there…watching with a perverted interest. He looked so pleased I was again confused. But I continued to glare; I already hated him.

He finally moved to speak. "He is alive. Don't worry girl". I turned to look at my brother as heavy relief filled me. I sighed, so relieved that he's alive. "He is just drugged. Very overdosed. He was very unruly, so I had no choice". I don't remember how we got here. I don't really remember anything…

… The old man… and then some lab…. He held my chin, me and my brother were being held still by bigger men. "The two of you will be part of my greatest achievement…" Then I remember my brother yelling at him…

I summed up we were kidnapped. And he drugged us both, using a lot more on my brother since he was putting up more of a fight. That's like him to do that, my brother…

I felt so groggy and lightheaded. I heard a whimper and then a light groan. I turned to my brother. He moved! He had his hand on his head, a low growl coming from his throat.

I heard the old man snicker again.

I felt so inhuman; he was watching us like animals in a zoo.

And he was enjoying it too.

My brother lifted himself into a sitting position, his eyes still half glazed over. Then he got up on his knees. As he looked at me and his eyes widened with some awareness. He seemed to have forgotten who I was. After staring at me for a second or two, full realization swept over his face. He pulled his hair back and looked down at the floor, maybe in embarrassment. "Where are we?" his voice came out hoarse and low. He lifted his head to face me. I stared at him for a while, then shrugged. He swore under his breath and looked away again.

"Why are we naked?" his voice came out clearer. Why does he bother asking me, does he really think I really would know?

Geez…idiot.

"I don't know" my voice sounded surprisingly gruff, I cleared my throat. He looked around the cell, surprise sweeping over his face.

"Where the hell?" He now looked at the old man. His eyes turned to me. "Who's the old fart?" he asked. I scowled.

"How am I supposed to know?"

He smirked. "Don't answer questions with questions" the bastard advised. I wonder too, who is this man? Why did he kidnap us?—as I'm assuming. What was he going to do to us? What did he mean by what he said before, greatest achievement?

Then I heard a creak. The cell door was open. Startled, we both turned to see a young man advance toward us.

Not the most frightening man. He was dressed like a lab rat. A GeeK.

Not looking my way he advanced straight to my brother. Groaning in protest he was lifted up to his feet and walked out. "Where are you going?" I crawled after them. Every attempt to get up on my feet failed me. I heard my brothers' weak protest as he was taken away. "Where are you going?" my voice was so feeble I doubt any one but the old man heard me. I tried to cry out louder. "Where are you taking him? No!"

"Drug him up again" the old man ordered looking down across the hall. The cell door was slammed closed just as I reached it. I was left holding on to the bars looking after them. "No!" I heard the click of the cell doors lock. I looked up at the old man helplessly. He looked down at me with out even a flicker of pity. He held a smirk, evil in his eyes. He walked away after them…

What a nightmare this was already becoming.