Summary: It begins....:P
The heavy air clung to her skin as she slept on, yet the humidity of the next morning was soon driven away by the rains once again. Desiree kept complaining to her mother that her hair was going flat while her brother tried hopelessly to get the frizziness of his down. Meryl just watched her two children with admiration. Today, she had a feeling, was the day that would start their lives.
"We'll be gone for about two days, okay?" explained Desiree, handing her mother a sheet of paper. Meryl nodded. "I'm sorry about your father." Desiree shrugged carelessly. It wasn't a shock that her father left early, he usually did now that the two were working. He always wanted to be home before the twins so he could help Meryl with the house. Which was actually an excuse to fit a nap or two in before dinner.
"Let's go already, Desiree. We'll see her in two days," snapped Dameon as he slammed the door behind him. Desiree rolled her eyes. "Bye." She hugged her mother and gathered her things. "Be careful!" called Meryl. Desiree frowned. "We'll be fine, okay?" Meryl nodded, not entirely believing her daughter. She stood on the roofed porch as the two sped away in seperate cars. Mery couldn't help but feel as if she were loosing them. She shrugged away the heavy emotions and turned her coldness back on. She hugged her sweatshirt closer to her form as the rain storm began to set in. Dameon hadn't been in the most pleasant of moods this morning and she couldn't figure out why.
Usually she locked horns with her son nearly everyday, but lately he'd been distant and even colder towards her. He wasn't the most of social people around his parents but usually he could talk to her about something. Now he hadn't at all. She let out a heavy sigh before walking back inside.
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Desiree sat at the red light as she glanced to the graveyard. It was the same graveyard her grandparents had been placed in. She gave a sympathetic sigh as the crowd of sobbing people headed back to their cars. One woman fell to her knees crying as a little boy tried to comfort her, patting her black locks. Tears lined his own cheeks as he tried to remain strong. Desiree glanced around as a few of the mourners gathered the sobbing woman up, helping her to her feet as she cried out, "Goku! Why?!"
Desiree rolled up her window as the drops of rain began start once again. This caused everyone to rush to their cars. One attractive woman, who was being led by a tall, dark haired man, tried to juggle a screaming, lavender haired baby and umbrella while the poor sap stood like an idiot as she cursed. Mascara ran down her cheeks while her sapphire eyes glanced up to meet Desiree's. The blonde could see what heartache the woman was suffering through. She then crawled into the car with the man behind her. Off in the distance, beside the fresh grave stood a man with raven hair. He was the only person who seemed to ignore the rain, his spiky hair drooping as the rain began to beat against his form.
Desiree glanced back to the light, glaring. She watched as the other lanes turned. She glanced back to the group of people. The black haired woman, who she presumed was maybe a mother or wife to the obviously departed man named Goku, had finally made her way into a car as the others climbed into their own.
Desiree turned away as the light turned green. She shook her head, hating to see death's after affects, and drove on to work.
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Desiree walked into the building and noticed none of the workers that were usually scattering about seemed to be there. In fact, the place seemed almost desserted. Her brother stormed on ahead of her, paying no attention to the lack of people. The two made their way to the back of the building where Gero had them work.
It was brightly lit as on any other day. The computers buzzed quietly with the latest reports on Gero's experiments, while the flouressant lights gleamed brightly above. Everything would have appeared normal had it not been for the two large, egg shaped pods on the left wall. "Is that where we'll be?" asked Desiree. Dameon didn't answer as he observed the entire situation. Just as he was about to figure out what was happening Gero's voice broke the steady silence.
"Good morning, Tuscons!"
The two didn't return his happy smile. Desiree handed him the large stack of contracts. "All this for just a two day experiment?" she questioned. Gero sighed. "Well you two are still children by law so I must take precautions." He flipped through the papers quickly before tossing them onto the nearest desk. He handed the two hopsital gowns. "Go into those rooms and you'll have some privacy." The two walked together in perfect unison to the back and changed.
Dameon pulled the robe around his front and began to tie the strands that held it together when he felt delicate hands helping him. He didn't bother to turn around. He knew who's hands those were. "Dameon," she whispered. He flinched at the feel of voice on his neck. "Get out of here." He turned. "What?" Fiona's eyes grew with worry. "Please, just get out of here before he hurts you." Dameon opened the door. "Don't start worrying about me, Fiona." He walked back into the main area where his sister was awaiting him. "Aw, I see my helpful assistant has found you?" grinned Gero while his eyes flashed dangerously to Fiona.
She kept her eyes focused on the ground as she pushed Dameon onto his back against the cold, steel table. "Please lie down," she asked Desiree. The blonde cast her brother a worried glance but didn't receive a smile of encouragement. His eyes mirrored her own and for once she was truly scared.
"Okay, we'll be injecting a small dose of a common anistetic. Now don't worry, it won't hurt a bit. Once you two are fully asleep we'll place you into the chambers which are in a seperate part of the building. In two days we'll see what's happened and how you feel. Okay?" Desiree gulped as Fiona placed her hair into a lazy ponytail.
Dameon watched as she did the same to him. "Fiona, will you please inject Dameon?" Fiona nodded as she placed on her gloves. "Please," she whispered, her voice in a hurried panic. "Just get out of here now." Dameon stared at the ceiling. Fiona let out a small sob and inserted the needle into his arm.
Dameon stared to the ceiling as it faded black. The last thing he saw was his sister's worried eyes.
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It was like a faded, bizarre nightmare. Noises and echoes of voices could be heard in the shadows, yet no one would answer her frightened questions nor tell her what was happening. She felt like she was stumbling through a maze of night. She kept screaming out her brother's name and once she'd reach him, he'd disappear. She would fall and cry, screaming out a million curses to whatever had trapped her.
Then, in a flash of white, she was free. Her eyes darted about the confines of her body. She choked and gasped as she tried to shake away the tube in and around her nose and mouth. She could barely see through the orange liquid. Bubbles would flow everytime she tried to escape, yet nothing worked. 'Where am I?'
Her eyes found a man, an old man that she knew. She frowned as he smiled to her, jotting down notes. Who was he? She had an odd feeling the she knew him. She watched him turn a dial and within seconds the world was black again.
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His jet black hair rose around him, shielding half of his view. He couldn't move anything besides his neck as he tried to push away the nozzle on his face. His eyes met a set of lavender and he felt a fond warmth grow through him as she held a hand to the glass of his 'cage'.
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"Fiona!" barked Gero.
She jumped back, bringing her hand to her chest. "Y-Yes, Grandfather?" she asked. He glared. "You and your emotions are setting us behind schedule. Their parents are expecting them to be home in two days. We have only a day left. Now turn up his settings so we can finish!" She nodded and walked to the controls as Dameon's eyes followed her every move. She kissed her fingertips and placed them on the glass as she could see him grin amongst the tubes and wires.
She turned on a few dials and soon her was asleep once more, dreaming away his memories.
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A/N: Yes, yes. I know this was a short chapter as have the past few been, BUT the next coming chapters are going to be much more detailed and a bit better b/c I'm going on vacation and will have time to work on them! Sooo, I will update in exactly one week (2/25/04), okay? Please be patient! I know that's asking alot since I take forever to update w/ this but thanks ya'll! You guys are great! Oh yeah, Happy belated Valentine's Day! :P
The heavy air clung to her skin as she slept on, yet the humidity of the next morning was soon driven away by the rains once again. Desiree kept complaining to her mother that her hair was going flat while her brother tried hopelessly to get the frizziness of his down. Meryl just watched her two children with admiration. Today, she had a feeling, was the day that would start their lives.
"We'll be gone for about two days, okay?" explained Desiree, handing her mother a sheet of paper. Meryl nodded. "I'm sorry about your father." Desiree shrugged carelessly. It wasn't a shock that her father left early, he usually did now that the two were working. He always wanted to be home before the twins so he could help Meryl with the house. Which was actually an excuse to fit a nap or two in before dinner.
"Let's go already, Desiree. We'll see her in two days," snapped Dameon as he slammed the door behind him. Desiree rolled her eyes. "Bye." She hugged her mother and gathered her things. "Be careful!" called Meryl. Desiree frowned. "We'll be fine, okay?" Meryl nodded, not entirely believing her daughter. She stood on the roofed porch as the two sped away in seperate cars. Mery couldn't help but feel as if she were loosing them. She shrugged away the heavy emotions and turned her coldness back on. She hugged her sweatshirt closer to her form as the rain storm began to set in. Dameon hadn't been in the most pleasant of moods this morning and she couldn't figure out why.
Usually she locked horns with her son nearly everyday, but lately he'd been distant and even colder towards her. He wasn't the most of social people around his parents but usually he could talk to her about something. Now he hadn't at all. She let out a heavy sigh before walking back inside.
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Desiree sat at the red light as she glanced to the graveyard. It was the same graveyard her grandparents had been placed in. She gave a sympathetic sigh as the crowd of sobbing people headed back to their cars. One woman fell to her knees crying as a little boy tried to comfort her, patting her black locks. Tears lined his own cheeks as he tried to remain strong. Desiree glanced around as a few of the mourners gathered the sobbing woman up, helping her to her feet as she cried out, "Goku! Why?!"
Desiree rolled up her window as the drops of rain began start once again. This caused everyone to rush to their cars. One attractive woman, who was being led by a tall, dark haired man, tried to juggle a screaming, lavender haired baby and umbrella while the poor sap stood like an idiot as she cursed. Mascara ran down her cheeks while her sapphire eyes glanced up to meet Desiree's. The blonde could see what heartache the woman was suffering through. She then crawled into the car with the man behind her. Off in the distance, beside the fresh grave stood a man with raven hair. He was the only person who seemed to ignore the rain, his spiky hair drooping as the rain began to beat against his form.
Desiree glanced back to the light, glaring. She watched as the other lanes turned. She glanced back to the group of people. The black haired woman, who she presumed was maybe a mother or wife to the obviously departed man named Goku, had finally made her way into a car as the others climbed into their own.
Desiree turned away as the light turned green. She shook her head, hating to see death's after affects, and drove on to work.
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Desiree walked into the building and noticed none of the workers that were usually scattering about seemed to be there. In fact, the place seemed almost desserted. Her brother stormed on ahead of her, paying no attention to the lack of people. The two made their way to the back of the building where Gero had them work.
It was brightly lit as on any other day. The computers buzzed quietly with the latest reports on Gero's experiments, while the flouressant lights gleamed brightly above. Everything would have appeared normal had it not been for the two large, egg shaped pods on the left wall. "Is that where we'll be?" asked Desiree. Dameon didn't answer as he observed the entire situation. Just as he was about to figure out what was happening Gero's voice broke the steady silence.
"Good morning, Tuscons!"
The two didn't return his happy smile. Desiree handed him the large stack of contracts. "All this for just a two day experiment?" she questioned. Gero sighed. "Well you two are still children by law so I must take precautions." He flipped through the papers quickly before tossing them onto the nearest desk. He handed the two hopsital gowns. "Go into those rooms and you'll have some privacy." The two walked together in perfect unison to the back and changed.
Dameon pulled the robe around his front and began to tie the strands that held it together when he felt delicate hands helping him. He didn't bother to turn around. He knew who's hands those were. "Dameon," she whispered. He flinched at the feel of voice on his neck. "Get out of here." He turned. "What?" Fiona's eyes grew with worry. "Please, just get out of here before he hurts you." Dameon opened the door. "Don't start worrying about me, Fiona." He walked back into the main area where his sister was awaiting him. "Aw, I see my helpful assistant has found you?" grinned Gero while his eyes flashed dangerously to Fiona.
She kept her eyes focused on the ground as she pushed Dameon onto his back against the cold, steel table. "Please lie down," she asked Desiree. The blonde cast her brother a worried glance but didn't receive a smile of encouragement. His eyes mirrored her own and for once she was truly scared.
"Okay, we'll be injecting a small dose of a common anistetic. Now don't worry, it won't hurt a bit. Once you two are fully asleep we'll place you into the chambers which are in a seperate part of the building. In two days we'll see what's happened and how you feel. Okay?" Desiree gulped as Fiona placed her hair into a lazy ponytail.
Dameon watched as she did the same to him. "Fiona, will you please inject Dameon?" Fiona nodded as she placed on her gloves. "Please," she whispered, her voice in a hurried panic. "Just get out of here now." Dameon stared at the ceiling. Fiona let out a small sob and inserted the needle into his arm.
Dameon stared to the ceiling as it faded black. The last thing he saw was his sister's worried eyes.
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It was like a faded, bizarre nightmare. Noises and echoes of voices could be heard in the shadows, yet no one would answer her frightened questions nor tell her what was happening. She felt like she was stumbling through a maze of night. She kept screaming out her brother's name and once she'd reach him, he'd disappear. She would fall and cry, screaming out a million curses to whatever had trapped her.
Then, in a flash of white, she was free. Her eyes darted about the confines of her body. She choked and gasped as she tried to shake away the tube in and around her nose and mouth. She could barely see through the orange liquid. Bubbles would flow everytime she tried to escape, yet nothing worked. 'Where am I?'
Her eyes found a man, an old man that she knew. She frowned as he smiled to her, jotting down notes. Who was he? She had an odd feeling the she knew him. She watched him turn a dial and within seconds the world was black again.
-:|:-:|:-:|:-
His jet black hair rose around him, shielding half of his view. He couldn't move anything besides his neck as he tried to push away the nozzle on his face. His eyes met a set of lavender and he felt a fond warmth grow through him as she held a hand to the glass of his 'cage'.
-:|:-:|:-:|:-
"Fiona!" barked Gero.
She jumped back, bringing her hand to her chest. "Y-Yes, Grandfather?" she asked. He glared. "You and your emotions are setting us behind schedule. Their parents are expecting them to be home in two days. We have only a day left. Now turn up his settings so we can finish!" She nodded and walked to the controls as Dameon's eyes followed her every move. She kissed her fingertips and placed them on the glass as she could see him grin amongst the tubes and wires.
She turned on a few dials and soon her was asleep once more, dreaming away his memories.
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A/N: Yes, yes. I know this was a short chapter as have the past few been, BUT the next coming chapters are going to be much more detailed and a bit better b/c I'm going on vacation and will have time to work on them! Sooo, I will update in exactly one week (2/25/04), okay? Please be patient! I know that's asking alot since I take forever to update w/ this but thanks ya'll! You guys are great! Oh yeah, Happy belated Valentine's Day! :P