Vincent was quiet as a ghost as he entered the building. Below the ground was a supposed Muirfield base, hidden from public view. And where there was Muirfield, there were answers. He also wanted to set the place up in flames, but JT persuaded him against that. Vincent stopped at every turn, listening for others with his advanced hearing. But the place was empty. Odd, something's definitely not right here. He went to the staircase, vaulting down the steps with ease. At the bottom, he looked through the door, seeing a darkened room, full of security cameras.

Taking his cell from his pocket, Vincent broadcasted a radio channel that fiddled with the camera's view. The channel was created by JT, the only downside being it created a high pitched buzzing that was just above human hearing. Not being human, Vincent could hear the noise perfectly. The ring was annoying, but not enough that he couldn't bear. After the red lights from the security cameras went dark, Vincent silently opened the door, slipping into the darkness.

That was when he heard the scream.

The darkness not obscuring his vision, Vincent ran down the hall until he came to another door. He looked at the keypad, searching for fingerprints and typing in the code. Once inside he flipped the lights on, searching the area for the sound. The room had an operating chair, which would seem normal for a hospital, except there were restraints. Needles with serum were on a table, along with other medical utensils. The long corridor beyond was filled with cells, each equipped with a hard bed and toilet. The scream was coming from a cell near the center. He ran to the bars, "What's wrong?"

"TURN THAT AWFUL NOISE OFF!" The figure he saw was in the fetal position, covering her ears. He realized that she was in distress, and a second later knew it was from the radio channel. Glancing around for security cameras, he turned it off quickly. A moment later and the girl stopped writhing. She sat against the wall behind her, craning her neck to meet her guest. Vincent gauged she was about fifteen or sixteen at the oldest, judging by her size. Her eyes were gray, the color of the sky on a cloudy day. It went well with her hair, longer-than-shoulder length brunette, with strands of copper.

"What's your name?" Vincent asked quietly.

"Ven. And your name is…hold on…give me a second…got it! Vincent Keller, part of the super-soldier program. The only one who was claimed terminated instead of authenticated. Height 6'1", eye color brown-most of the time-distinguishing features include a scar on the right side of his face, made by a military grade knife." Vincent stared at her.

"How do you know my name?"

"First tell me why you're here." Vincent decided it would be okay to tell her, since she was in a cell and he wasn't. She seemed friendly enough as well.

"I was looking for answers to some of my questions when I heard you scream."

"And the questions? You should ask someone, not search around aimlessly." She gave him a quizzical look.

"And who would I ask, besides you who was probably born 4 years before it happened, therefore not knowing anything." She smirked.

"Because I'm just like you. Only difference is, they weren't trying to create a supersoldier out of my DNA. They just wanted a walking talking database. Basically, they opened the other half of my brain up and now I can remember and recall any information I see and slash or anything I do, and any person I meet. That's why I'm inside this cage. Because I was an experiment, just like yourself."

"They did this to a fifteen year old?" Ven let out a humorless laugh.

"No, they did it to me when I was born. Injected me with a serum that corrupted my DNA. My parents volunteered me for cash. Muirfield was long corrupted before you came into the story, Vincent Keller."

"They did this to a child?" Vincent was becoming angry and if he didn't calm down soon, he would turn beastly. It was a good thing Ven noticed that.

"Hey, calm down. You're here, with someone who's like you. If you go all beastly now, you won't get the answers you want. Plus, you might get me killed." That calmed him down, and Vincent seemed to get a kinder face.

"Besides, with the amount of data in my mind, I don't think I ever was a kid. I haven't been outside this room for the past five years. Ven's face seemed to get softer, the ever watching eyes of hers going distant.

"Then let's get you out of here." Her expression seemed pained, as if she knew that action was impossible. Vincent made a move for the keypad that opened the cell.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you."

"Why? Will alarms go off? Because I can deal with those."

"No. But you don't know what I've done or how I got here." Vincent rolled his eyes.

"It can't be worse than anything I've done." He kept on looking at the keypad, trying to decipher the code from the fingerprints. There were a lot more digits this time, judging from the amount of oils on the buttons.

"You're wrong." He kept on looking.

"You still shouldn't be caged in like this. You are not an animal."

"STOP." This got his attention. Her voice had lowered into a dark growl. He turned, gasping at what he saw. Instead of the Ven he met five minutes ago, he saw a perverse being of pure vengeance. Her eyes had turned fully black, consuming the kind grey that was there before. Her nails had lengthened into black claws, and they started scratching at the bars. Dark, pulsing veins crowned her face, arms and neck. A minute later, she was back to normal. "You see?" Her eyes were pleading now.

"I'm sorry. I didn't think-"

"What? That I wouldn't have side effects just like you? I am worse than you. Opening up the other half of my brain has its benefits, but it turned me into a demon. I have an alter ego. Like a real one. Her name is Red, and she likes to come out when I'm frustrated, or when I'm angry. But what makes my monster worse than you, is that when I go into a fugue state, I am aware of everything. I see myself killing someone, but Red is in control and I can't stop her. Do you know what it's like watching someone you love being killed in front of you, by your own hands, and not being able to do anything about it? That's why I'm in this cage. And that's why I won't let myself out. I would have loved to be a regular kid. But my parents were idiots." She fell back onto the bed staring over her shoulder at Vincent.

"Why are they holding you here?"

"They want information from me. I've held out so far, lying that I need a trigger to remember information. They also know about Red. Even if you let me out and I could stay under control, they would realize who let me out, and they would come after you."

"They wouldn't find me."

"Doubtful. They've found me more than once. But the last time they found me they cheated, using information against me. Then I blacked out and woke up here. For now, I'll stay. But maybe one day I can leave with you, when I'm ready. Until then I can just feed you information about Muirfield. You should go, and don't forget to turn on that channel when you leave. This time I'll be prepared."

Vincent gave Ven a confused look. "They changed that about you too?"

"No, just a side effect of the experiment. My senses are sharper due to the increased brain activity, not corrupted DNA. Goodbye, Vincent Keller. Please come back soon. It gets lonely here."

"I'll come back." Without another word, Vincent left Ven to her cell, leaving the building as quickly as he had come.