"He's perfect..."

"Marvelous..."

"Beautiful..."

Experiment 1207 looked through the green liquid which filled the human tube he was floating in, naked, to see the scientists and purple haired man gaping at him. He looked down at them in question. Who are you people? Who am I? What are you? What am I?

"Upload data."

The humanoid's eyes widened and he clutched his head in pain. These people were scientists who worked at Biovolt Abbey...I am Experiment 1207...They are humans...I am their creation.

What is my purpose?

To follow the commands for Boris Balkov and Voltaire Hiwatari without question.

Why?

Because that is what you were programmed to do.

But why should I let myself be used as a tool?

...Unknown...

When the throbbing, almost unbearable pain in his head stopped and he opened his eyes, everything looked different. He knew who and what everything was. He looked at the purple haired man who looked right back at me. Suddenly, information started going into his head. Boris Balkov, age 43, no wife, no children, Second in Command at Balkov Abbey under Voltaire Hiwatari, murderer of 58, your creator and master.

Experiment 1207, no, Spitfire, glared at Boris. The first anger, no, rage, he'd ever felt was directed towards the man who created him, the man he was suppose to follow. He knew not why he loathed the man, but he did. Spitfire grinned. Just because I'm suppose to follow him, doesn't mean I will.

He placed his hands on the glass around him, and his hands began to glow red from heat. As the glass heated to the point of braking, his hands, in an instant, turned blue with cold. The glass which had been almost white-fire hot was consumed with icy cold. The dramatic changed cause it to brake into millions of shards.

The scientists screamed and begun to run and scatter while Boris simply stood there. Spitfire thought of clothes, and they appeared on him.

Spitfire's hands glowed black as he neared the purple haired man. "You have the abilities of ice, fire, darkness, and more, and you wish to use them on me?" "Damn straight." Boris grinned. "That was Kai." "W-what?" Boris threw back his head and laughed. "And that, Tala! You fear unknown knowledge, you hate it, simply because he does. You want answers and you want them immediately, simply because Kai does. And, of course, you need to be in command, the captain, because both of them are." Boris crossed his arms over his chest and closed his eyes and grinned smugly.

"Shit, you must love hearing yourself talk, 'cause we're the only two people in this room, and I sure as hell ain't listenin'." When Boris opened his eyes, and dark hand was thrust onto his face, fingers spread. Hot. That was the only way to describe it. He felt as if his face was melting, and he shrieked in pain.

Spitfire took this chance to run. He ran out of the room and down many corridors. How he knew where the exit was, how he knew where everything in the large building was, he knew not, but he did. He ran so quickly down the halls, anyone who saw just saw a blur of red.

When he stepped onto the snow he made vow that he'd never go back there, whatever it takes.

"Wow...So do you know what Kai and Tala are thinking?" asked Tyson. Spitfire laughed. "No, but I feel what they feel. Not pain, but emotions." "Do you feel what he's feeling?" asked Max to his captain. Kai just glared at him. "I doubt it," said Spitfire, answering the question himself. "Oh."

"What happened to Boris?" asked Tyson. Spitfire shrugged. "I'm not sure, but he most probably has burn scars."

"I can't believe you did that...In what you told us, you seemed cruel, but with us, you're nothing like that!" exclaimed Ray. "I assure you, I told you no lies. But...that's what happens, I guess, when you have two people's DNA in you. Two personalities." "But both of them are cold hearted bastards." At this, Kai glared at the dragon wielder. "I think the scientists unknowingly gave me my own personality."

"From what you've told us, it's a good thing you're on our side. When Boris comes, you'll be able to defeat him like that!" said Tyson with a snap to show the humanoid would be able to beat him in a second. Spitfire looked down. "I believe that if Boris or Voltaire come, we're going to be in trouble." "What?" questioned all of them (minus Kai, though he did raise an eyebrow.) "My purpose, my destiny, is to follow them. Did you not hear what I told you? I am programmed to."

"But Tala was programmed to win at our first World Championship." "No, he was simply, eh, 'modified' to be better than he was before. If Boris or Voltaire give me a direct order to do something...especially Voltaire." "Why especially?" "They programmed his DNA into where free will would be so if he says for me to do something, I have to whether I like it or not."

"Hm..." A thought hit Kai, and he looked sharply at Spitfire. "Experiment 1207, stand up." Immediately, Spitfire stood from his place on the bed, his eyes completely blank. Kai smirked. "Experiment 1207, stand on the bed." Spitfire climbed onto the bed and stood at the end. "Experiment 1207, sleep." Spitfire's eyes closed and he fell back onto the bed.

"K-Kai, what did you do?" asked Hilary. "I gave him direct orders. Since he has Voltaire's DNA, and Voltaire's my relative-" "He follows your orders as well..." finished Ray. Kai nodded.

"I wonder..." Hilary walked over to stand at Spitfire side and knelt down. She placed her hands on his arm, and shook him. "Spitfire, wake up...Come on..." "He's not going to wake till I tell him to," said Kai. "Then do it!" In response, Kai got up and walked out of the room.

"Where are you going?" called Tyson.

"A walk."

I walked out of the cafe and smelled my Coffee-To-Go. I took a deep gulp of it. Normal people who have spit it out after burning their tongue in a second, but normal people didn't have the DNA of a fire bird mixed into their bodies.

I caught a red flash out of the corner of my eye. I turned and saw red hair swept up in the shape of wings. My bright red eyes met his piercing blue ones which widened in shock before he started to run towards me.

I ran away from him, tossing my Coffee into the nearest out-door trash can. Well that was a waste of 3 dollars...

I ran into the hotel. I looked over my shoulder at the redhead following me. He had a silver cell phone pressed to his ear. "Kai," I heard him say. "It's Tala. I have something important to tell you." I couldn't hear the rest as the elevator doors closed, but I knew I was caught.

Soooo, that explains that the phone call Kai received in the second chapter was from Tala. That was in Spitfire's dream by the way, it was to clear up how Kai knew he was in the hotel building. After Tala described what Experiment 1207 looked like, Kai knew it was the guy they had seen before.