(A/N: Because yis. FYI, still stating that I have no idea where the name 'Syx' came from. Just saying the concept is great, but the original nickname/name is not from me. So, whoever you are...thank you for being brilliant.)

Bite the dust

"Warden!" A little blue boy shouts, running down the main hall of the correctional building. "There's people to see you!" The warden steps from his office to see the child running towards him, and nearly trips as he jumps onto his feet, tugging at his shirt. "Alright! Alright!" He chuckles at Syx, rubbing his blue head in a fatherly manner.

Down the hall, officers escorted two men dressed in black suits. One was fair toned, visibly muscled underneath his jacket, while the other, a darker tone with a sharply cut beard. The fair man carried a brief case close to his left side- it remaining stationary as its carrier moved. They walked side by side, their posture in unison, as was their mindset. The closer they got to the warden and Syx, the more nervous the adult got. "Hello! What can I do for you two gentlemen?" Warden asks, raising his brows in curiosity and worry.

The bearded man removes an ID from his jacket, showing it to him. "Hello, John. My name is Agent Michael Fafard, and this is my partner Agent Carlos Mazerella. We need to speak with you in regards of illegal matters." Warden feels his heart stop. They were there for Syx. He turns to the blue boy who had the happiest smile, and kneels before him. "Thank you, Syx. Go on to the cafe, now." Syx bounces his head 'yes,' and leaves them to business. Once he was out of sight, John invited them into his office.

"Please, sit down." The two men stay standing, ignoring John. "You must know that you helping an extra terrestrial is illegal in the United States. He is government property, and we are here to take him to protect our country from the unknown harm that he might cause." John stares at them with a blank expression. "You've got to be kidding me? He's a child!"

"Yes, a child who is being raised in a prison by dangerous criminals. He's a liability for the safety of our people."

"Safety of our people my ass!"

Agent Mazerella raises a brow to the stubborn man. "We can do this either the easy way. You give him to us, and we update you throughout his life. Or, we can bring this to a federal judge and convey a thorough investigation."

John's face turned red, and he stood from his seat. "A thorough investigation on what? He is just a baby! He's proven himself harmless! I should know! I've raised him for five years! He is a CHILD! He doesn't deserve to be stuck a test subject to you assholes!"

The agents stayed silent, and Mazerella adjusts his glasses. "You've made your decision." He said, and leaves the room, Agent Fafard following after. John stares, his chest aching, anger flaring heavily. He knocks over things on his desk through his rage.

"Damnit!"

Syx looks around his facility bedroom. It was twice the size of his cell back at the Metro City Jail, and did have a friendlier interior. The walls were a pale pink, visible markings caused by previous prisoners scratching across the bottom and center portions. A maple colored desk sat in the corner, and a blue journal rest in the center of it. A black swirly chair was pressed against the desk, zebra stripes causing Syx's brain to tense up from the major contrast. Across parallel to the desk, was a bed with white sheets. It didn't seem welcoming to Syx, for he never had comfort before. He was used to sleeping in a jail bed, and waking up with a crook in his neck.

Syx's face was still damp with tears, snot sticking to his upper lip. He didn't know what was going on, no one told him anything. He couldn't understand why those two men took him from his home. He was happy. He had family. Now all he had was four walls of false comfort, and a fearful mind for what will happen next. Syx holds Minion close to him as he steps forward into the room, the door being closed behind him. Flinching, he peers behind him. The door had a window so he could at least see through to the outside. Quietly, he walks to the bed, placing Minion beside him without a word. Although he was young for human age, his grasp of the world around him was a lot more broader than a five year old boy. He knew what this meant.

Minion swam in his sphere, trying to think of a way to cheer up his friend. Thinking of something, he whistles in his tank, catching the attention of the blue boy. Wiping away his tears, he pouts, looking to his friend. "The place is pretty. And it is warm. I can feel it through the glass." He says, giving a big smile. Syx only gives half. "It is warm. Too warm for me." Touching his arms, he could feel the heat burning his skin. 'They have to be doing this to see how I react. The alien boy stands, angrily walking to the door, and yanking at it. When it didn't budge, he began to hit up at the window which touched just the top of his head.

"Let me out!" He screams.

"Let me out of here! I want to go home!"

Minion frowns at his master's outburst, and noticed something on the back of his neck. Not sure whether to say something about it, he kept his mouth quiet. Syx kept screaming, but no one was listening. Well, that was until someone in the room across from him smacked his own window, yelling back.

"Shut the hell up!" Syx pulls his hand back, his green orbs watery once more.

"Who are you?" His high pitched voice quivers loud enough to be heard by the person who yelled. Minutes pass, and nothing. But then, he heard a faint reply.

"Hope...who are you?" It was a girl. She didn't sound much older than he was .

Syx smiles softly. Maybe they could become friends. Maybe he wouldn't be alone. Although he had his magnificent fish friend, he'd go mad if it was just them, and only them.

"Syx...My name's Syx..." He answers with a small kick to his courage.

"How old are you?" Hope asks, her ear to the door. "I'm seven years old."

'Seven and has a mouth like my uncles? They got mad if I swore.' Syx thinks to himself, forgetting to answer her.

Another minute passes.

"I'm...I'm five...why are you here? I...I don't know why I'm here." The boy slides down the door, listening across with determination to figure out why he was sent here. Why he was taken from home.

Hope bites her cheek, and faces the door, her emerald eyes glowing up to the window. She wished she was tall enough to see through it.

"I'm...not human...I'm a hybrid wolfgirl. My mommy was a wolfgirl, and my daddy was a hybrid of a vampire and a wolfboy. You?" 'A hybrid? Wolfgirl? Vampire? Maybe I shouldn't be as surprised...I am an alien...'

"I...uh...I'm not human either...I'm...I'm...just not human." Syx stutters, not wanting to admit what he was to her. She'd probably be scared of him too. That's the reaction he got from the prisoner's families when they came to visit.

Hope smirks, pressing her cheek to the door again. "Well, Syx. Its okay. You're still normal to me. It's nice to meet you."

Syx stands, feeling much calmer than he really was. "Nice to meet you too, Hope!"