"You're in dreamland so you don't care. And as you awake we'll be standing there."

-N.E.R.D.

The sun was already up when he awoke, walking a talking could be heard. The sun could barely be seen from the small opening between the bars and grey cement bricks. The whole small room looked like a cell in some prison, but not for law breakers but actually the exact opposite. There was a small bed post with only one wool blanket and no pillow and behind the wall was a toilet and sink. It was closed by thick silver metal bars reaching the ceiling about seven feet high, to high for him to reach.

"Alright, everybody out!" a guard yelled at the end of the hall. The person in the bed got up, but he wasn't human. It was taller than the human that was forced into it, but still seemed thin and even as if he didn't grow older. His skin was pale white as snow with two navy blue fin blades on his back, hidden behind the white prison shirt. A white tail came out of the tail bone and through the matching shirt with two small dull edges (the same color as the fin blades) at the end. His face though appeared to be human, unlike the rest of his body. His face was also snow white with eye fins covering his eyes, giving him a look like he wore a mask, but his eyes had turned to an unnatural red. A thin brown hair rested on top of his head, his head barely touched by the sudden change in body. The rest of his body that stayed the same was his stomach that was suppose to be bigger but was just a light blue color, his feet, and his arms that were suppose to be wings. The creature's name was Mac Marlon, a Lugia hybrid in the forbidden prison.

Everybody wearing the same costume of dirty bleach white sweats stepped into the small, long hallway with other hybrids of different Pokemon. The one Mac was against with was a boy about six years younger than him and was also a hybrid, an Umbreon one to be exact. His entire skin was jet black and a bit furry. Two black pointed ears with a yellow ring around the middle (just like any Umbreon) sticks out of his head and through his shaggy black hair. Another one as a tail came out of his paints as well, just like Mac's, but went up instead of down. His arms and legs remained the same shape, but has a yellow circle at each elbow and knee, also another small circle on his forehead, almost covered by his hair. His eyes were like Mac's, red. "Sleep well, Zev?" Mac asked the small kid.

"Not really, brother," Zev replied, yawning afterwards.

"Stop calling me that already," Mac frowned. Zev always called Mac brother since they were both by themselves when they met each other. Mac himself was used to being by himself in a family, but Zev was use to tons of siblings and cousins around his age that it was a total shock, and Mac was the only person who protected Zev. But restless sleeps were normal for Zev as well, Umbreons were nocturnal creatures.

The large group, which was obvious to tell it was all males, started walking down the hall in an uneven group. In the prison, things were done correctly or effectively, but if it didn't concern work then it didn't matter. "What do you think we are doing today?" Zev asked.

"Work is all I could say," Mac replied. It was actually strange to him to why tons of people were kidnapped, mutated, then sent to laborer work. During that visit long ago, it seemed like they were making an army, but instead every hybrid that Mac or Zev had met were moving food and cargo, no war materials or anything. Now each hybrid was a little more physically strong than they were before experimented on, for some like Mac, even brighter. Zev himself, still being so young, was faster than a lot of people, even when he claimed he used to play a lot indoors.

As they went left and right in the endless maze of hallways, they made their way outside after the front guard opened the door. Everyone was to far away to really see what the password was, which also required a card to let it accept the password.

When reaching outside, it was a lot to expect of the cold nights and the warm days, a dessert. The entire field was mostly dry dirt with a few patches of grass. Along the brick wall were two fountains, hybrids, especially the water and grass type, had been dehydrated from the lack of water in the ground. The sun did shine hard on the slightly modified desert, but the rays were controlled by an invisible barrier. The large group continued to the back of the field to where stuff was usually delivered. But a hand seized Mac's shoulder. Mac spun around to see one of the guards, "The leader wishes to speak with you."

"Again?" Mac thought. The leader of the whole laboratory and prison was a man named Dr. Dorjan. He was the scientist who had took had interest in the hybrid essay, but always a talkative guy. His office was at the top building and had constantly change, the last Mac could remember it was full of notes and information. But what was strange was that he had always talked to Mac ever since he went through the transformation, all Mac could guess was that he was trying to treat him as a son.

When Mac took his first step to follow the guard, the man said, "And he also wants to kid to come."

Zev gave a confused look towards Mac, as if something not planned becomes official without him knowing. But all Mac could do is shrug, not knowing what the doctor wanted. The two then followed the guard through the halls and buildings again. The man was in front with Mac following and Zev right up against him. But once they past the first floor, things didn't look as normal as it did on the first floor, dirty and the last place someone would want to sleep. But the second floor was well swept and mopped, even the walls looked like they were just painted. The rooms behind the wooden doors had a look of comfort on the other side, which may not be exactly true. But everything got better and better as thy continued up different stairs to higher levels, due because higher levels held higher ranks.

The top was small, only two rooms. The first room had a wooden floor and a plush, expensive looking carpet on the floor and many different paintings on the white wall. The guard opened the wooden door with yellow letters on the window that read, "Dr. Dorjan".

When they entered the air conditioned office, Zev was in awed by the room, unlike Mac who wasn't. The entire room was lined with many diagrams of the human and Pokemon bodies on the wall, while filing cabinets were under them probably filled with tons of information of all the hybrids and probably others. A desk was in front of a closed window with the shades down, but light came though the thick cloth. In the leather seat behind the desk was Dorjan himself.

Dorjan was a very large man with a lot of weight, and he was going bald on the top of his head. The only hair left on him was grey. His eyebrows were bushy but his mustache showed some trimming. "Welcome you two," he said with a deep, almost smart mocking voice, "I have many things to talk about to you Mac."

Sorry, readers, I'm sure you just read this and are going, 'Overused characters!' I am terribly sorry but please hear my excuse, I hit that one type of character where I couldn't get much choice, it was Skarmory, Lugia, or something worse. It didn't even occurred in my mind about Zev, but we haven't explained the other characters yet. (: