(To those of you who are about to read this, feel free to do so, but this is an old story of mine. I am moving it from my original account to this new account, which is mainly for old stories that I do not wish to keep on my main account, which is named Dylexa. I won't have anything good up there for a while, sadly. I am working on it though!)

(Okay, I know its been a while, yes, although I had a lot done anyway. I just felt like trying to wait.

And yes, I know I have not finished Experiment # 14, but I still have writers block. I will post things if I want, and I'm happy that you guys want to read the story in order, but I'm not entirely abandoning my story either...lol, yeah...it just may take a long time.

Although it's a bit hard to write sometimes, since now I have discovered Fullmetal alchemist, AND I have homework. T.T I'm terrible, I know, lol. But I might write a FMA fanfic if you guys want...if the flow comes.

Anyway, enjoy!)

6/19/15 (morning)

Well, I won the bet. Bo couldn't keep her mouth shut any longer after dinner!

But you know, to be honest, I feel a bit bad for Bo. Sure, she always calls me a "melodramatic bitch," but she's really not that bad. I have half a mind to cancel this whole bet for her.

I can actually understand why Bo was so upset about getting her ears pierced...she probably thinks that it's as painful as getting a dozen needles stuck in her arm or something, since she's lived in the lab for so long. She's been taught to think that every sharp object is dangerous...alright, that's actually true...almost...but getting your ears pierced really doesn't hurt much. I mean, I've got them done twice!

Okay, so I'm guessing you've realized that Bo's ears is not the reason why I'm writing now, right?

Well, if not, you know now.

The reason I have decided to write is...well, I had another nightmare. Worse that it has been in a while...

I really would prefer not to describe my nightmares in this polka-dot covered book, but I guess I might as well, since the nightmare is still so fresh in my mind...

In the nightmare, I was in the lab...but I wasn't in the lab...I was just...there.

I know that doesn't make sense, but please just bear with me.

Anyway...I saw Zak too...he looked so scared...so fragile too. It was obvious he had been starved...it was also obvious that he had been there for quite some time.

What really freaked me out was that the only thing I could do was watch and wait.

As the time went by, I noticed the horrifying amount of gashes on his body...as if he had been beaten. There was a lot of dried blood on his clothes and skin too. Even his hair, which was always so clean, was now covered in blood. Even the white streak in his hair now seemed to be crimson.

Finally, after what seemed like years and years of hell, light entered the dark room, and Dr. Alanes walked in. I was able to see a bit of red splattered across his clothes, and I fear it might have been Zak's blood. I also was able to see the long, barbed wire Dr. Alanes used as a whip. This still brings chills down my back.

"I know you have been lying," Dr. Alanes announces, his voice smooth and deadly like a knife. "The secret scientists are not where you told me they would be."

Zak looks at Dr. Alanes with piercing brown eyes, but no words come from him. Zak is as silent as death itself.

"I will give you an opportunity to be spared if you tell me their real location."

Zak tells Dr. Alanes with candor that he would never tell Dr. Alanes where the secret scientists are, no matter what Dr. Alanes does to him...

...I really don't want to talk about what happened next. The thought of my little brother in the grasp of someone so horrible, so wicked...it's already bad enough it happened once.

If Zak was kidnapped again...I would never forgive myself. Zak was basically spared by that mad man, something I thought would have never happened. If Zak is forced to face Dr. Alanes again...and if Dr. Alanes experimented on him...

No Marissa.

That wont happen.

You can't let that happen!

You wont!

Well, I guess I should go. I have nothing else to talk about, so I may as well leave.

Marissa the protector