I think I'll re-write the whole thing or un-post it all together.

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I walked pass the corridor and down the steps. It was surprising how indifferent I was becoming to the girl locked away in the cell. Everyday now I'll see her slowly rotting alive and endlessly weeping. But I became too familiar to it. I got used to seeing the poor suffering creature behind the cell. I also have a better understanding of Gerald's lack of concern. You just adapt to it.

I walked into the E.Lab, now more accustomed to the smell. The blaring overhead light was off which set an appropriate mood. The dark room itself reminded me of a horror mad scientist movie. Like Frankenstein...Gero and I, back when he wasn't crazed, used to really laugh at the foolish Dr. Frankenstein. It's really ironic now. Gero here, doing something rather similar.

I walked over to the still rack. But my mind wouldn't shift off Dr.Gero.

Memories of reading Frankenstein together flashed by like a silent movie. But I refuse to think of Gero. There is no new or old. It's just him. Him doing these cruel things! The same Gero who gave me my first…

My eyes welled up with tears…

But I held them back…

The boy, is he still alive under there? His ankles were becoming green from the straps. If this one dies, then will he experiment on the girl and get someone else for project 17? Or will he continue using this body? I won't let him hurt anyone else, that's for sure!

Though I was adapted to this suffering I was never going to let him hurt any one else, I silently vowed. As for the boy, I doubt that he'll survive any operation or even survive another week.

I slowly pulled off the sheet and looked closely in on him, asleep or rather, unconscious. His face distorted in silent pain. His wrists were turning green as well. A pang of shame fell over me as I noticed the simple hot towel thrown over his open abdomen. His eyelids slowly opened and a groaning sound came out of his mouth. His hair attached to his face by sweat. Ebony strands like black sharp fingers caressing his face. His usual quick uneasy breathing was shallow and wispy. He turned his eyes to me. He then suddenly struggled a little then settled down into the rack. Seemed like some sort of weak hyperventilation. The entire room was silent, all for a hissing sound coming deep from his throat.

I turn away to get some equipment. Gero was ready to do a major surgery in 2 days. This really was a major step for genetics and cyber technology; a big breakthrough for science. Just as a memory of my friend Gero was about to fade back, a meek voice quickly snaps me out of it.

"…doctor…"

I turn to see the boy, looking at me with pleading eyes.

"…help…please"

I stare at him feeling a little startled. Suddenly I lose my posture, my complete apathy shield crashing down with it. I so badly want to help them.

I rush to his side. Surprised he had the ability to speak at all. "It will be alright" I give him false hope. He will almost certainly die in the upcoming operation. "I won't let you die" I comfort him moving a couple of strands from his eyes. There's no hope for you, I tell myself, you may not even survive a trip to the hospital.

"Really Bak"

I turn to see Gero standing there in the shadows like a silent demon. I never even heard him descend on us. Gero stood their haughtily smirking our way. He looks at the boy then slowly at me. He appeared quite amused. "You'll save this young man, the same young man who would mug you in an ally. The same little delinquent that would steal your purse, or knock you over for a few laughs". Gero faced the boy now. "Am I lying son? That is not something you would do?" The boy cringed. He then pleadingly faced me. His eyes welled with tears. I glared up at Gero. "He's a delinquent, Bak. A two-faced young criminal, really". I glanced down at the crying boy. Gero doesn't exactly get off well calling others unlawful when he really should observe his own actions. I looked back to Gero and couldn't help but smirk. "Then why would you do him and his sister this so called favor?"

Gero looked a bit stunned, then snarled. I didn't miss a beat on that one.

"Save the little criminal" he grumbled under his breathe. He turned away from us. "I don't trust you Bak" he said, his voice rather hurt. He headed upstairs leaving me feeling empty.

I felt feverish…

It was hot. It was too hot…

The cell remained ageless. And death stood still. There's a taunting light on the other side of the cage, coming from below. I felt the stickiness of my sweat, excrement and tears…I unsteadily got up and tried to walk. How long have I been here, in this eternal hell?

I'm hungry. I'm thirsty. My head is spinning. I wish for the looming death in here to just embrace me and take me away from this place. My mouth sore and dry, I successfully reach the cool rusted bars; pass my tongue over one to taste the brass, the cold metal. I sigh and lower my head. Tears shed down my cheeks. Where's my brother? Is he with the light?

So many nightmares of what's happening to him or what could happen to me …

I try to stop thinking and go to sit back in my place; my little spot in the corner of the cell. I steadily get there and try to make myself as comfortable as I possibly can. That's not too comfortable though.

I look away from death and the light and I just stare ahead at the stone ceiling. No memories have come to me of who I was before this imprisonment. I try hard to think of something, people I knew, places I've been. No memories of names or faces; nothing…

The old man, Gero; calls me 17. I have no idea what he implies by this. I caught on to their names as they walk by and go to the light below. They refer to some experimentation and business like that. Three people…are doing something down below…with the light and most likely my brother.

Someone walks by. It's none other than Gero. I've come to loath him more than hell itself. He slightly glances my way and gives me his usual sadistic look of amusement. I turn away and silently curse him. His face haunts my mind as where memories should be soothing it. All I see is Gero torturing me with his sadistic leer every time he passes by. I hug into my knees and press my feverish head into them.

As kindly as possible, death holds me and sings me into another sleep of nightmares.