I sit alone in a contained room. It's been like this for a while now, hasn't it? A room with only a bed, four walls and myself, slowly….drowning in this insanity called hope.

A buzzer rings outside my cell door before a voice commences, "Number thirteen, come down to the examination room." Says a woman's voice, echoing off the empty walls.

A few minutes later, two men come to unlock my door. Both pretty burly looking, but nothing to intimidating, for they always wear contamination masks and suits.

I stand up, from the previous crouching on my so called bed. The two men tense up, as I walk towards them.

One man holds up chains, motioning me to lift up my arms to constrict my wrists. I do exactly so, for what else is there to do?

Walking down the hallway, with the sound of chains clacking, and clinking annoys me, as I've been so used to the quit, and my so called "sensitive" ears. How did it come to this?

The sound of so called "creatures" like me crying and slowly dying sickens me.

The smell of blood is the worst.

We arrive at the heavy, metal door. The slot on the door opens to verify what was going on. Sounds of locks, well, un-locking themselves commenced as the door opens.

"Ah, Number thirteen, you were just the subject we were looking for" The woman chuckles in a bubbly and non-caring way.

The door slams shut and clicks as in locking.

She leans in closer, with my eyes looking down, not wanting to look at her face.

"Look at a woman, when she is talking to you!" she grabs my chin, and tilts it upward. I give her a stern stare.

"Now that's better, though we need to work on your manners!"

I look away in disgust.

She slaps my face in discouragement, "You most certainly have absolutely no manners whatsoever…. Well, I guess I shouldn't have put so much faith in a creature like you…" I grit my teeth.

The woman makes the dusting off her hands movement, and puts on another weird, and cheeky smile.

"Well, you know the procedure."

The two burly men fasten me to the woman's favorite chair. I put up no struggle, for it would be futile, even though the thing I hate the most is that fucking chair.

"Thank you, boys!" she says, as she waves the two men to leave to room. The door un-locking, and locking again.

At times like these, I would have tried to struggle out of the chair, but as I said, leaving is futile, after trying so many times, when I was younger.

"Ah, I love how you don't even try to struggle anymore! Though, it is procedure for those two brutes to lock you in, just in case you try to make them loose and escape…" I sigh in annoyance.

"Okay, now, let's see here….What shock level are we up to...Oh, yes! Level 27. Oh my, see, this is why you are our best test subject! You are the only one who could get to the 20's and not die…well, one that is more human like…" she says as she turns the dial to level 27. The dial doesn't turn as easily as the others, for the levels in the 20's are barely used.

Though of course I wasn't un-fazed by this, it wasn't like I didn't care for the levels, I do, we all do, we all fear them…

She hits the switch, and the volts of energy, that could cook a human, ran down the wires, and into the chair. Usually I don't react to these things that much, but this time it was different. I could feel the energy flowing throughout my body, and into my thoughts.

The woman turns off the switch, and runs over to the side of me, in an excited, and twisted facial expression.

"Oh my! We have finally gotten a reaction out from you!" She runs over to the emoticon, and submits her discovery. Not too much later, she walks over back to me, and unties me from the chair, "You may now return to your quadrants," I return to my un-emotional face, as the pain leaves.

The two men, no, two different men came into the room, and motioned me to fallow them to my cell, I did so without hesitation, for I hate that room, and that woman.

As I start to exit the room, the woman reaches over and rubs my horns. I squint.

"I never get tired of that reaction from you!" she chuckles. I fucking hate that woman. I hope she get electrocuted to death.

We keep on walking, exiting that damned room, and head back towards my cell.

/Authors Notes/

This is my first fan-fiction, so I hope you guys enjoyed,

Fallow for more

SUGGESTIONS (/*3*)/ *throes magical fucking star-dust*

So, yeah, I've re-wrote this, and the rest are to come.

I'm actually going to delete the rest of the old chapters, because I don't want to confuse the perhaps new readers, but I will continue with the others!

I love y'all, and I'll see y'all next update!

Sorry It's so short!

MEH