Darkness loomed over the restaurant, every fleck of light burning out, the sun was far beyond gone. Limited of his senses, the runaway found it challenging to maneuver around the shrouded building. He sharply began to notice a blue radiant glow in front of him, getting closer and closer; brighter and brighter. The restaurant lights were switched on and Alex was enclosed by the 'Possessed', each and every one of them were alien looking, he had never been up close and personal with one before, he never intended to. "I always doubted that I'd get caught," The teen thought grudgingly. A small, defeated puff of air escaped the teen's cold lips as he raised his hands in a surrender function. A cold shiver coursed up his spine, acknowledging Brittney wasn't beside him. Within a couple of seconds, a female 'Possessed'; much like the one that administered the virus in his dream, reached out to grab his arm.
"Come with us..." A melodic tone was prolonged in her voice, making the outcast feel lax. Her heterochromial eyes and French accent made her seem very familiar. Clutching onto one of her katanas, she slowly brought it up in case he tried to resist and start a killing spree. A childish grin flashed on Alex's face as he rose his hands upwards, his knuckle bones going through his skin.
His once green optics transformed into a auburn red, glowing luminously. "Such vile creatures..." he commented quietly, his eyes cautiously shifting to each and every one of them that circled him. He rapidly sent two hard punches to the 'humans' in front of him and made a run for it, trying to find an exit to the restaurant. It seemed impossible because of the lack of natural light. Sprinting through the chairs and tables, he knocked a few over to slow the 'others' down, if they attempted to follow him. "No... they won't get me... like hell."
The runaway arrived at a dead end, just a giant transparent window. His throat started to growl; hearing voices behind him, the whispers luring him in. Without hesitation, he ran through the glass, bracing for the impact below. The many shards of glass impaled his skin as he fell from the three story restaurant.

"Another day's work..." A male voice commented as he walked into a large, lucid room with an 'operating theatre' light above it. Alex was benumbed and unconscious on a frigid table, under the influence of unwanted medicine. A soft voice spoke, examining his heavy wounds. "Poor kid... the humans aren't as wounded when we bring them in, but this is unexpected." A woman with a clear French accent murmured. Deeply sedated, the runaway slept in tranquil. A tense sigh escaped the male's lips as he continued to prepare for the procedure, filling up tubes of the 'Virus'. "I know it's hard, watching the person that he used to be just fade away, but he'll be a better soul after this," The woman reassured him, a small smile creasing on her face, the dots on each side heightening.
"Maybe he'll resist it." He replied unknowingly, then inserted the tubes into the outcast's pale and broken body. A cute chuckle echoed from the woman assistant.
"There's a myth, where only one human can control their Possessed soul and can co-operate with it, but the Virus has no affect on the human. It hasn't happened yet, it never will." She admitted, embedding the intravenous lines into the runaway's arms, most of them were labelled: "Nutrients."
The virus voyaged through Alex's nervous system, taking control over his nerves, joints, his spinal cord and muscles. "Ecky, a myth is a myth, it's not going to happen." The male 'doctor' debated, flushing out the outcast's wounds with alcohol, a burning sensation was made when the beverage interacted with the scabs. The lethal virus had trouble taking control over Alex's soul, breaking into his mind, browsing through some memories of his forgotten past. Finally breaking through the barrier of his intellect, the host controlled the main functions of the human body; upgrading his skills, traits and well-being.
"Where do you think the second Guild will be located?" Ecky quizzed the other; watching Alex's body go into lax, he didn't feel a thing.
"Not sure - somewhere in a forest terrain area, they need to be low in cover so that the Survivors don't try and track us down, I have a feeling that this kid was in the group at the time, or he was one of the Loners who trusts no one." The male explained, studying the brief case notes of the runaway.
Name: Alex Martello
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Height: 5''9'
Weight: 97 pounds
Race: Caucasian

The outcast felt his mind was static and his whole body was about to be let go, like he was floating on a cloud, all fluffy and soft. For how he longed to be awakened from the forced slumber he was in. The cloud rapidly broke apart and was substituted with a somber, obscure cloud. A flash of lightning struck and the second cloud split, resulting in Alex to fall into the murky, denigrate waters of below. "Is this what it feels like to be the most lonely person in the world and just give up...?" The teen's soul questioned, watching as its body sunk into the depths of the frosty lake. At least he had some time alone to wander in his thoughts. Alone... without his soul...
"Alex... let me take care of your body... it wont fix itself up without my help... please..." An eerie and melodic voice whispered as the teen sunk more and more into the lake, eventually hitting the ground, giving into the lure.

"All of his serenity will be crushed when he awakes," Ecky murmured softly, walking out of the room with the taller assistant, who sighed. "Whats wrong now?" she asked, pressing the button which locked the lucid room where Alex lay. The lights in the room dimmed as the door bolted shut.
"Some hosts don't make it, the virus just kills them instantly, he's only a teenager. Either the blue blood will spread quicker than a forest fire, or the possessed soul decides to murder him in cold blood," he replied, typing in the code to the Observation room with a one way mirror.
The teen woke up to a dull pain searing through his arms, he slowly lifted his hands up to the light, seeing his blue veins pulse rapidly. Tilting his head to the side, a neck bone popped and it filled the bright room with cracks. He looked at the suspicious one way mirror and recognized it from some interrogation scenes from famous movies. Staring at his ghastly reflection, he studied the hospital clothes he was wearing; light blue shorts and a gown to match. Curiosity got the best of him and he numbly limped up closer, examining the fangs in his mouth once he opened it. One thing caught his main attention; one of his eyes was shining a luminous blue.
"Or he'll go insane and contemplate suicide." The male 'doctor' implied, observing his behavior in the room while chuckling to himself, humbly.
Alex paced abruptly around the room; looking out for any vents or small crawl spaces to get himself into. "I don't want you in my mind, get out, get out, get out!" He yelled, placing both of his palms on his temples.
"I am here to soothe it, we make it better, you'll be dead to the world. When you wake up again you won't even know your name..." The tranquil voice spoke again in a soothing manor.
Wrath built up inside him. "I want a world where we can both live in peace!" He screamed, smashing his hands against the aluminum glass, making an irritating noise. "I know you're behind there! You creatures imply you're so powerful, why don't you prove it?!" He raised his voice again, thrashing against the glass once more.