It's not just me right? I'm not the only one who thinks I'm getting worse at writing then better. I'll try to hurry along with chapters so it doesn't get boring.
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Well that was interesting. It's really nice to see Roy though I'd prefer I hadn't. It only makes staying as Wolf harder. He looks like he's doing well. Other then the dark skin threatening to bag beneath his eyes. If he ages too much he won't even be able to pass as a distinguished type of handsome.

I wish I could return to my family. A gorgeous beauty I can call my own making me the luckiest man alive and the angel she so benevolently gave to me! I would do anything for them! So to put them in danger by going back to them is not an option.

We don't know yet if the government or an underground cult kidnapped us. I don't know how a cult would be so well guarded and financed without government assistance. If it were a cult, returning to the military would give us protection. If it's the military, we would run right back into the hell we escaped. Not including the military might want to experiment on the two of us.

We are lab rats either way, just grimy, mistreated pets of uncaring humans. It had felt so good to come back to where we were just normal humans. We came back to a place we had not appreciated when we had been here before. A man had bumped into me in the street and told me to watch it. I was so glad to be treated as a normal human instead of a feared grotesque animal. I wanted to hug the man for his unbelievable attitude!

Admittedly I still got into an argument with him.

That is actually something I noticed about myself. I have less control over my emotions. More specifically, anger. I think it has something to do with what happened. It just seems small things will snap me or just put me in a bad mood far more often then I use too.

Kitty's case is different. Kitty's got less then normal. Used to flare up at any 'small' word that could be considered an insult. Now Kitty is the one that has to keep my temper in check. Though definitely not calm, not with all the paranoia and stress Kitty faces. Kitty's just more collected then before, doesn't act up or through temper tantrums as much.

"Wolf" My attention diverted to the object of my thoughts. Kitty was staring at me like I had gone crazy. I had followed my normal routine and didn't even realize. I had located and entered the abandoned building we sadly house ourselves within.

We don't call it home of course. Home is too pure for us now. We cannot return, and we will not return if it means endangering our families.

Kitty gave a huff when I didn't answer. Puffing cheeks slightly in a childish fashion. "You can snap out of it asshole." This. This is the expression Kitty now shows anger instead of punching you in the face. I'm glad we at least have some of our old temperaments. If not it would be too hard to adjust, it's almost too surreal now that a personality can change so drastically from a few experiments.

My attention returned to the sizzling anger coming from the teen.
"Ah. Yes?"

"Thank you! I was just gonna ask if you got any money I can use for tomorrow? We're lacking in the food department so I'd like to get some groceries."

I felt a smile creep over my face. This short child has matured so much. I cannot begin to explain how it feels to witness such an unexpected change from this one.

"Such a good girl! Getting the groceries and being responsible! You're a true fair maiden Kit!"

A hiss sliced the air almost as sharp as claws would.

"Don't call me that! And I always get the groceries you lazy fuck! It's not like I have much else to do!"

I grinned and allowed the colorful linguistic to rant. The rants aren't really as natural as before. It's kind of just Kitty's way of keeping in touch with the personality that was lost.

"Forget it I'm just going to take a shower and go to bed ok?"

"That's fine. You don't even have to ask."

"I didn't! I stated I would and wanted to see if you were ok with it! Even if you said it wasn't I'd still go on!" Got to love the defensive attitude. Though it's sad knowing it's mostly a strained behaviour.

I'm no different. I need to trick myself into thinking I'm still the same happy, fun to be around guy. But I'm more of a grumpy guy still trying to be friendly. I'm not the same person and it upsets me.

I want to look at the world the way I did. Maybe it's the loss of the sweet daughter I loved so much that made me this way. She was so kind and gentle. Cutely commenting on things the way only an innocent could. I really do miss her.

Kitty asks me if I really miss them sometimes. I think it's upsetting the kid that there's no returning to our families the way we are now. I may have made the decision not to go back. But it is not my fault. And Kitty knows this and knows I'm just as upset.

I wish everyday for all this to reverse. Wish for myself to have never caught the attention of the homunculus. If I hadn't I'd be out searching for Edward Elric. Maybe even saving him from a horrible experience.

He never deserved this.

Ed was a good kid. He may have had a bad mouth and an even worse temper. But he had good morals, ad he was always trying to find how to fix himself and his brother. He still is. He's just got some extras to fix now.

I think his brother doesn't deserve being separated from his brother like this. But Al's already in danger of being sent to labs. Wouldn't want to increase the danger now would we?

I looked up to the dusty ceiling sporting cobwebs. Yellow tinted white. Not the best color for a ceiling. Especially if the ceiling is meant to be just white. The walls are just brown. They're dusty too. No surprise. Then there's the beige, dirt and stained covered carpet. I currently am lounging, or trying to, on a dilapidated couch a shade of brown lighter then the walls. It is all very boring. Nothing intriguing to see, No wall pictures, no decorations, no gun racks. Not that I find gun racks a suitable house décor. Just better then absolute boring nothingness. No not even. Beige type nothingness!

Great reverting to observing the boring space we occupy. We aren't extremely well off. I'm trying. It's hard when you don't exist. But the bar pays pretty well. Glad I could find someone who'd hire a suspicious person such as myself. If I raise enough money I might actually be able to buy an apartment instead of mooching off an abandoned side of an apartment closed off years ago. They say the ghost of a young boy, who used to live in this very place, haunts this side of the apartment.

We certainly don't believe in it. But we help the other residents with their fun little stories. Some say they hear talking in the old side of the building. Others say a young boys voice is heard yelling. And some say they hear a child weeping.

Though Kitty will not admit to the last one.

We know we can't hope they'll leave the 'spirits' alone forever. Eventually we'll be found out. Then what? Well we'll find somewhere new. Probably less nice then this. We have electricity and water. Though we use as little as possible. Don't want suspicious landlords.

I heard the creak of the shower dial and the water stopping. Not long after Kitty emerged with a towel held around the waist.

"Clothes! Get clothes Kit!" I got a roll of the teen's eyes.
"What's the problem? We're both guys. I'm covered…"
"I'm not saying your not I'm just saying you should get clothes on!" I don't want to be rude but it's a little sickening. Kitty's got ribs showing and his stomach curves inward rather then the other way. There's millions of flaring scattered scars where the ports were.

That's something those bastards did that I can actually appreciate. They re-grew Kitty's arm and leg. Now if only they'd use the achievement for good.

Kit thinks it's 'cause the other creatures could spare matter for the arm and leg. Plus balance is important to cats and the body can't balance well with a lack of limbs. So yay, new arm and leg.

The fragile twig appearance contrasted to the fit appearance the teen had before. It was the physical proof of the drastic experience. Of course not including, the animal appearance taken on.

"Well night Wolf I'm tired so I'm going to go to bed."

"Night"

I sat back into the damp cell confining me. Concrete walls making me become claustrophobic when I hadn't before. Drips of water spread down from the cracks in the corners in-between the walls and the ceiling.

How long have I been here? It feels like years. It couldn't be though

Clawed fingers trailed the cracked concrete of the wall.

Why do I still have a human mind? Why am I not like the others, they can't process the wrong done to them. But I do. And I wish that I didn't. Maybe it wouldn't hurt if I had just let the animals take over. Even if it meant my body would be used to harm others.

I'm dead anyway.

I heard a commotion from the hallway of my cell. It sounded like some guards were having trouble with one of the chimeras.

They may not have human minds but they don't take kindly to being controlled. Well at least the ones who haven't finished being trained. Some are better behaved, like chimeras from domestic animals.
The commotion stopped in front of my cell and the door was swung open, and a small growling and snarling chimera was thrown to the ground inside.
"You've got yourself a new roommate 17, this is number 20. It's too bad about his mind though. Wasn't saved like yours. It's kind of a disappointment. He had a good one too. Smart. Well can't be helped."

The two guards locked the door and their laughs traveled down the hallway and faded.

But they continued to ring in my mind.

The chimera was snarling looking more scared then threatening. Blond tail lashed out jaggedly, showing the creatures lack of control on the appendage.
I knew this creature. I need to retrieve a memory because this child is somewhere in them.

Memories become harder in a place like this. A place where you're the animal.

That's it!

"Edward? That's you right?"

The chimera continued it's scared growling then glanced at me through blood-matted bangs.

I was worried it was true. That the kid had lost all the human. Just like all the others.

"Ed it's ok. I won't hurt you."

Golden eyes peered at me with an untrusting glare sported the cat slit pupils. Then the same eyes widened in surprise, previous expression dissolved.

"Maes?"

He didn't lose his mind!

"Yea it's me Ed don't worry."

"But.. Maes.. Dead.."

The words escaped slowly and tiredly from his mouth. He was trying hard to keep the animals' side from blocking his ability to speak.

Turning into a chimera is a fight for the combined body and I had trouble right after too. The creatures forced into one body fought over the body till one wins or they adapted so all the minds and souls mixed as well.

Ed was still fighting and that's all I needed to know to make me believe he wouldn't lose. He was just that determined.

"Hurts…" Ed whined fingers curling and leaning into myself. He was burning up like he had a fever. It's probably from all the transmutations.

"I know it does Ed."
I twined my arms around the child gently. This is a time when even the full metal alchemist needs comfort.

This whole thing is a mess. It felt like we were in there for multiple lifetimes. I know now we were there only there for about a little under a year. That's still too long if you ask me.

I stare up at the ceiling.

We started calling each other the aliases while in tat hell. Didn't need people knowing us. Or knowing we knew each other before. They'd suspect us of planning escapes. They were already cautious of me because of the human mind. But they thought Kit had lost his.

That's when he developed his acting skills. He needed to trick them into believing he was just an animal mind behind a human face. He got really good at pretending.

They really should've suspected us more. We finally escaped because they didn't find us threats.

"This way." Ed took us towards the door away from the cage we escaped from. "We don't have much time till they figure out were out." He looked around cautiously careful not to wake any of the other chimeras, then crawled over to a door. I reached over and tried opening it.

"Crap locked from the the other side." A deep growl scratched the back of my throat.

"See that vent. I bet I can crawl through to the other side."

His face flushed in anger at the admittance he was small.

I wasn't going to bring it up that he was even smaller then before from lack of eating and exercise. I don't want an angry chimera on my hands.

With my help Ed tore the vent from the wall and crawled in. I waited ears back and alert listening for guards. Then Ed opened the door and we made our escape.

Sleepiness washed over my worn out body. The last thing I saw before my vision faded to black was a dangling grey cobweb in the corner.

And I heard the crying of the young boy.

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