One day at The School, the experiments overheard some scientists talking in low, evil voices. They sounded anxious, but not normally anxious, as if their impatience was crooning.

"This experiment is fascinating!" One voice hissed excitedly.

"Hush up, Tom! We're trying to keep it asleep! Do you realize what it'll do to us once it's awake?"

"When it's awake, it'll be in a cage. You worry too much, Carlos." The Whitecoat- Tom- chortled.

"I have a reason to worry," The other Whitecoat grumbled.

"Anyway, can you believe we finally caught it? It's amazing how long it's kept it's self out of the School. Longer than any experiment has, that is!"

A female voice piped in. "Yeah- I heard the only scientist that was here when it escaped was Jeb Bathelder, and he's still here! How fenominal is that? But-"

"Ugh- don't you people ever shut up?" A new, younger-sounding voice snarled. "I swear, it's just talk, talk, talk, talk, talk! Is that all you ever do? You try to make this a torcher chamber but come on! You're like a bunch of gossiping grandmas! Take me to that cage that you've prepared. Get a move on it. Oh- one more thing. If any of you talk once, just once, it'll set me off, and so I suggest shutting your traps."

None of the scientists talked for a few minutes outside of the cage prison Angel and a few other experiments were kept in. But the experiments did notice an odd looking cage. It was made of glass, thick glass. There were odd-looking orbs on the vertecies.

The whitecoats hurried in the room a few minutes after the younger voice had spoken. Following behind them was a girl. She looked like the blind one's age.

What was his name again..? An experiment named Angel wondered, shooting a glance at the blind one, who looked lost.

The fourteen year old- looking girl sighed. "These wimpy cages? That all you got? I feel… demoralized."

"That one," The female whitecoat pointed shakily to the glass crate.

The girl looked expectantly at the Whitecoats. "Well? Where's Cassy? And Jim?"

"W-why do you need to k-know?"

The girl shot a death glare. "Because I do. You got a problem with that, little red riding hood?" The girl referred to the female Whitecoat's frizzy mane of red hair. Her blush was as red as her hair, if not redder.

"H-hey! You can't talk to us like that! You are in our territory now!" The male whitecoat –this one was Carlos- said, a little shakily.

Sennie POV

I raised an eyebrow. "Oh, can't I? That's... funny. Yeah, sap, you're hilarious. Join a jazz night comedy club or something, because you won't get far here."

The whitecoat sputtered a few weak "Excuse Me?"S and "Why you little-!"S before giving up and huffing defeatedly.

There was silence and my glare deepened. "Where are they? I'm going to speak with them, and you're going to get them. Now."

"Where's the 'please', Seinne?" An exasperated sigh came from the doorway, and my eyes narrowed.

"No room for 'please' when you don't have any time for manners." I replied nonchalantly.

"Thank you, I'll take it from here," Jim turned to the Whitecoats, and I leaned against the wall.

Jim, Cassy and I stared at eachother in silence, and I could feel the other experiment's confusion swimming in the air.

"Look what you did," I sighed, sinking onto the ground, sitting in a cross-legged position. "You've got all these small children here, in your control, and you, two good people, do nothing about it. How does it feel to be heartless? I'd like to know that...."

"Seinne, I have a heart. So do you, so do they. Everyone does." Cassy replied. "It's impossible to not have a heart."

I jumped back up, infuriated. "Exactly! So do they! So do I! So do you! You see my point, Cassy? You're discriminating your responsiblities."

Jim stared at me. "My responsibilities are you, and keeping you alive. There isn't anything more important to me. You're not a simple experiment, Seinne. You know that. I've told you this before."

"Shut up!" I shut my eyes tightly, clenching my fists. My shout echoed through the room, but hung in the air. My frame was shaking and my breath was coming out in ragged hisses. Shut up, shut up, shut up! I don't want to hear it! "You know what I want to hear, and it is not that I'm special. Or better. Or anything! I want to hear what you're going to do. What do you mean by 'my responsibilities are you and keeping you alive'? That isn't your job!"

"Maybe it isn't, Seinne, but you know I'd never give up. You can't give in, either. You know your part in this, and I know mine. Your's isn't to tell me how to do mine. I know mine. I know how to do my job. Your job is to save the world. That's all, Seinne."

"That's all?" I shrieked angrily, making some experiments jump. One caught my eye. Ah, perfect example. "Do you see this, Jim?" I motioned toward a little blond girl. Her curls were sadly limped and her eyes were wise. Not the average expression of a little girl. "Do you even recognize what your doing?"

"That is quite enough, Seinne. Our conversation will not continue in the open. We're done talking." Jim said, his voice getting tight.

"No, I don't think you get it." I snarled. "We're done talking when I say we're done talking. You have expectations of me that are too high to reach."

Jim's eyes narrowed and he stiffly pressed the button on the wall near him, speaking into the microphone. "I'll need someone to come and take Seinne to the testing Maze."

"Alright, sir," A muffled voice came from the reciever.

Jim's expression didn't lose tightness as he nodded stiffly to me and walked out of the room, Cassy following quickly.

"Pfft," I laughed. "Testing maze... That's rich. That old thing? They still have it up?"

I was talking to no one inparticular, but the litte one I'd pointed out to them before spoke up.

"Y-yes, they do."

I stared at her. "What's your name, kid?"

"Angel," Her eyes sparkled a teensy bit. Angel, huh? Matched her. Probably named herself, that one.

"Cute, kid, real cute," I leaned against the wall, waiting for the Erasers to show. The door swung open, and two Erasers marched in.

I chuckled to myself, mumbling "Right, left, right, left..."

An Eraser grabbed my arm and tugged me from the room.

"Careful, I'm a delicate little girl," I grinned up at him. He smirked and retorted.

"No your not." He said smartly, looking down at me with slitted, charcoal eyes. "Your a monster."

Oh my God. I started another story! I have, like, five I haven't updated in a while, and I'm a mess. God, I've gotta get to work.

Anyway, hope you R&R and love it all the same. Happy Early Thanksgiving!!! xD