Yep, more Baten Kaitos (and I noticed how much the game's characters are starting to relate to the ones you are reading in this story.) But don't worry, I didn't really have much to do considering I had a cat problem and no reviews were coming in. I guess in the next few chapters I should say some odd information. Let's start with the quotes! The quotes are going to be a bit based after the chapters, you could say self reminders to me and to tell you what's going to happen. Keep in mind that they could be about the chapter, or something different. Anyways, read, enjoy, and send in at least one review so I know what you are liking and disliking.

Personal thanks to Kibbles 'n Bits for letting me use the name Bella under certain circumstances.

"It's not that easy…"

"…To kill us."

-Baten Kaitos

As the warm sun started to shine on Mac's face, he awoke. Noticing Zev on his arm, he reached out to the empty bed and grabbed a pillow, placing it under Zev's head. It was quiet actually, a bit quieter than a usual morning. "Perhaps their alarm clocks failed," Mac joked around. If that was the case, then the night guards would be there instead, but there was none. Something odd was going on, something very odd.

The other morphs were also sleeping (except for another girl who had awaken early just like Mac,) when usually they would be up because of the morning work. Mac looked at the other cell, just as empty as when he went to sleep. Zev then gave a yawn, showing a tiny canine like teeth before rolling over and continued his sleep.

Nothing really happened the rest of the morning, Mac was actually getting hungry of having nothing in his stomach. Others, one by one, started to wake up, one making the comment in the cell next to Mac's, "Did they decided to give us a holiday?"

As every minute seem to take an hour, Mac almost felt for once in the nightmare…lonesome. Boredom was also taking its role, Zev continuing to sleep because of the long nights he continued to stay up out of instinct. It ease the pain, Mac started to reflect the past, but not as a human to increase his longing. He could remember the day he first met Zev, it was during one of their work hours about half a year ago. Despite how much he tried, Zev couldn't keep up with the pace of carrying supplies, and the guards don't show much kindness. Finally, Mac stole a package from him out in the open so it didn't freak him out. Mac kept steeling packages from Zev throughout the day till lunch break. That was when Zev, who use to eat by himself as far away as possible from everyone else and not speak to anyone, sat by Mac, then wouldn't leave him alone.

He then remember his first day, all day long, it was a nightmare, as well for others. He could remember some of the others who were his friend, probably because of Mac appearing so young and capable to fight back their comments. Most of them eventually died because of test failure, or else lived on as guards when they swore loyalty, something Mac wasn't allowed to do just set, nor did he want to.

Suddenly, Zev's ears twitched as sounds of footsteps echoed through the hallway. The person showed themselves in the open, being easy to hear and sounding very formal, but they didn't seem to be in a rush. Zev awoke at the sound, Mac looking at the cell door as the person was about to pass his. As they did, they stopped in front of their cell. "Sir Mac," the man said, actually the only person, even an older person, to call Mac 'sir.'

The man did seem very formal, but not something like a prom or even a Easter Sunday formal, almost funeral formal. His black jacket was very well ironed and almost professionally buttoned, as if that would be important in life. Although not easily seen, Mac could guess that his white shirt underneath was also well done. His black pants were also done very well with no smears at all, not even a dust or tiny white lint was to be seen at all on it. His black shoes were tied evenly and, despite how dirty the floor and ground was, they weren't dirty at all. But how Mac knew that the man was dressed up for something like a funeral was because of probably the only likely thing that could have happened.

"I would like to tell you that sadly Doctor Dorjan has deceased." There was silence in the room, tension started to build up. Someone want to burst, but no one dared to start it, probably afraid that they wouldn't like the outcome. "But you are needed in the main office though," the man finished. Sliding a card through a computer lock, the gates opened for Mac to get out. Zev also got up till the man said, "Just Mac."

He closed the gate, Mac just tried to comfort Zev, "Don't worry, I don't think this will be terribly long."

Mac then followed the man through the twisted hallways and up stairs. You would think they would add an elevator for the second floor and up at least, but it probably couldn't be done since it would take to much space and get public notice. The entire walk though was quiet, and Mac had only two explanations, "Here either thinks that by keeping silent will help me comfort myself from this death (even when I don't have much to morn,) or he doesn't want to talk to someone who isn't human."

As they reached the familiar door, Mac noticed that the name on the window had been scratched out. The man opened the door and Mac stepped into the office, same as before except the posters where gone. There were four large seats in front of the desk. In three of those seats was an old man who looked older than Dorjan actually and Mac guessed it was his brother or something, a very large women appearing to be about in her mid thirties and perhaps Dorjan's daughter, then another female a few years older than Mac by about three to four years, give or take.

Taking a seat, Mac felt uncomfortable, feeling like a grudge was against him from all of them. "Well then," the man said as he held up a piece of paper that looked a bit more expensive than others, "Dorjan has wrote in his will that, 'If my body should cease to move, and no life can be detected, then I pass these down unto my family.'" What was odd was Mac wasn't really a family member of Dorjan, that was very positive, maybe he was getting all mushy on him.

"Sounds just like him," the old man interrupted, "He was always a poetic baby brother."

Ignoring the comment, the man continued to read Dorjan's will, "To my oldest brother, Primo, I give you my home so that I may protect you even when I have moved on. To my only daughter, Keziah, I give to you my condo in Cinnabar Island, a place for you to enjoy and fight the darkness. Bella, my only official adopted child, I give you half of my fortunes, enough to let you live very well. Then Mac," Mac could feel the others staring at him at the mention of his name, "I give to my only unofficial adopted child the other half of my fortune and the property he has been on for the last five years."

So the man did keep his words true, Mac was the new owner of the place. The man reading the will was done and shortly after, all were excused. The man also left, not bothering to get Mac out, knowing exactly what Dorjan meant. "Well then," Mac muttered, I guess I have things to do.