Each and every patient is pushed into a large room. The walls are blank, the floor is blank, the only thing which can be seen are tiny CCTV cameras lurking in the corner of each room, surrounded by a metal cage. What the patients did not know, is that several Riders and Officers were lurking in the room.

Eleen O'Lair

Eleen looks around at everyone. She is unsure what to make of this turn in events. She immediately activates her adaption, these clones having a slightly different shade of hair. All as one, the clones and Eleen move towards a corner of the room and form a square, claiming the corner. She wonders what these other humans (she barely remembers the species' name) will do. What have we been brought here for? Have they had experiments done on them too? Thoughts were racing through her mind as the patients began to rouse.

Christopher Freidrich

Suddenly being yanked out of his rather comfortable cell, before being grabbed, he managed to grab his 'real' walking stick, the rough hands quickly shoved him too a room he was unfamiliar with which surprised Chris Oh? A room I don't know about, that's new, I thought I had this whole hellhole mapped out in my head. The steady drum of heartbeats goes ever faster as seconds go, Wouldn't blame em'. Out of the corner of his eyes, he sees the mystifying duplicating Eleen. Walking next to the newly formed square, he faked tapping on the floor like a real blindman and 'accidentally' hit one of the clones,

"Oh, excuse me, I didn't see you there." he said to them with a slight smirk, then quickly placing his back on the wall, the drumming beat getting ever so louder, he sits with the wall behind him. So what do those crazy doctors want? Also who the hell are these 'new' prisoners, I've never seen, well, heard them before. Really odd, huh.

Kane awoke and walked over to another corner, before plopping to the floor and leaning against the wall casually. He seemed very unconcerned with the large number of strangers in the room with him as he surveyed each person in the room, his eyes finally settling on the man with black hair. A lazy smile settled onto his face as he reached out with his adaptation, snaking his way into the stranger's mind.

The fuzzy shapes of infrared signatures woke Lucille, and she protested their rough holds with a short cry. Vaguely she wondered if they were dragging her off to give her her medication but they never did this; they usually slid her pills into her cell along with breakfast. Her short but wild mane of red hair went everywhere as she resisted the guards fruitlessly. "What about--Agh!" She was cut off by an impatient and luckily light blow to the head. "My pills," she finished in a tiny mumble before being shoved into the room with everyone else.

Her eyes flitted to the corner, to what looked like a bunch of twins and a blind person. With caution she moved closer to them, too curious to resist, and stared at them without saying a word.

Michelle entered the room with a rather optimistic view on things, no one in the room looked like a doctor. She looked at the many different sorts of people that they had placed in the same place, noting the rather interesting group of siblings they all look the same, aside from their captivating hair. It would be better to get in the center to remember all the fantastic models that had been placed before her. It would be a great project to paint them all in so many different styles and colors.

"I should ask each one of them to write a synopsis of their life that way I can capture their spirit on my canvas."

She whispered to herself to gather some resolve to try talking to someone...That wasn't just in her head.

Kane withdrew from the man's head before he actually hurt him, seeing as how he was surrounded by those who could be his allies. He continued smiling lazily, occasionally a quiet chuckle escaping his lips as he looked at the girl with black hair, who was rather pretty. Finally someone who seems sane, like me.

Christopher Freidrich

Sitting against the wall, he was minding his own business 'till he felt his brains being penetrated and shot through. Barely managing his composure, as training his adaptation took alot of mental fortitude. He looked around to find the man who's eyes were resting on Chris."Buddy, before penetrating me, dinner and movie first." he said to the man who was looking at Chris, darting his walking stick next to Kane's neck, "You really shouldn't try that again."

Snapping back to his surroundings, more and more of the most notorious in the asylum are seemingly gathering, a bead of sweat dropping down his forehead. A crazy concoction that was bound to explode anytime, and fast. Suddenly noticing another pair of eyes on him, looking rather intensely at Chris. "Don't stare too long, I get shy." he said to her with a soft smile.

Lester woke up to a prodding from one of the guards and while it was unwanted he would get up in a moment. He purposely spread out over a good portion of the floor in a thin, mostly clear sheen in case anyone came in with hostile intent as to trap them if they tried to advance further. He slowly drew his mass back in to reform his body coloring and shaping himself like his old human appearance as requested by the guards. He stared back at them for a moment tilting his head before plodding along with the two not making much of the change in pattern what with new experiments always being thought up. For him only a few things matter like food or learning more of his form, but if there was to be an activity of sorts he would do it as long as he was fed afterwards.

The room he was led to was of little interest to him but the other inhabitants were...a curiosity as they had chosen to put him in a room full of humans. He was no fool as to think that no one would be watching them, there was usually someone keeping an eye out from his experience, though had it been so he might have considered it a caged feeding pen.

Lets see how this proceeds. Lester thought as he picked himself a spot slightly away from the rest to observe.

He found the girl who cloned herself mildly interesting but not enough to warrant much attention as of yet so he looked to a male having sat away from the rest but looking intently towards another who appeared to be blind. Another female moved towards them seeming a mixture of distraught then more curious as to the rest of them. It was certainly going to be something being placed in here with these humans though there had to be more to it than that. As another female entered, the blind male and the standoffish one seemed to come into conflict rather quickly, over what he couldn't tell.

"Humans..." Lester muttered to himself with slight disdain.

Kane looked at Christopher and laughed out loud. His voice was getting progressively louder and more hysteric as his outburst continued. He rolled over onto the floor, laughing loudly enough to shake the heavens. Then, without a moments notice, he fell silent again.

Willow

Willow suddenly awoke to a guard shaking her awake. He dragged her into a room full of others, full of minds, screaming minds full of fear and doubt. It had been so long since she was able to hear new minds and speak back to them.

Suddenly, a familiar mind entered her radius.

Warren

Warren awoke to darkness, the light and beauty of his dream fleeting. A guard dragged him out of bed.

"Where are you taking me?" He begged them to answer. He tried to run his fingers along the walls, but he could reach.

Suddenly, he was thrown onto the floor somewhere.

There was a beat of silence.

"Warren?" A voice whispered in the back of his head.

"Willow?" He responded out loud. He reaches out for his little sister, trying to seek the warmth of her skin.

Kane gets up and leans against the wall again, going back to staring at Michelle.

"Shy! The color of the receding waves fits it best!"

She looks to the new arrivals with a head tilt and a larger smile. Clearly this must be a reward for being so compliant with those...test. Laughing would definitly be shades of yellow with a hint of green to hint the strangeness of how his stare! Another man had joined but he seemd pretty preturbed with the other models, perhaps he doesn't like others to bleed into the mood? So strange

"The siblings shall be a shattered spppppectrum!"

Michelle had not noticed that she had stood up, let alone began pacing in with her creative flow. She came to an abrupt halt at the sound of a man speaking of Willow's. Willows a weeping willow! Oh she would paint him standing beneath it using the shadows to contrast the scars. The tears in his flesh like the sway in the...weep? She stifled a giggle, her own ignorance humorous to her.

"Oh!"

She became aware that she was standing fairly close to a girl who had preceded her own arrival. Her hair was a beautiful shade of red, red is a wonderful color. A color of life. A color of passion.Her thoughts slowly just blank out on a pure red canvas. "I love red." The word blurt out before she can phrase it more elegantly, or at least as a whisper in the girl's ear.

Lucille blinked for perhaps the first time when Chris addressed her, and with a couple moments of hesitation, she averted her eyes. It took quite a bit of willpower, and that impulsive part of her hoped for someone else to stare at. "Sorry," she mumbled, looking around and hoping that someone would come in with her meds soon. She knew very well that she got pretty...loopy without the drugs that balanced whatever was wrong in her mind.

She was startled by a voice whispering: "I love red."

Swinging her head around to look at the speaker, Lucille went into staring mode again. She wasn't quite sure if this had been a compliment but couldn't imagine what else it would be, although something about the voice vaguely sounded threatening. I'm just being paranoid.
So she forced a smile but forgot to take her eyes away. "Thank you," she said.

"That is true, but the un-birthdays just aren't the same without Alice." Lance said as he sat on the floor of his room. There was no one there and he sat with his legs crossed holding a plastic teacup in one hand and an open book in the other. "She brought a certain... fun to these things that you can't replace." Even no one else in the room with him, Lance turned his head and cocked it to one side as if someone had something he thought was ridiculous. "Why would you say that, Cheshire, she was- " He was interrupted by his door opening and two men walking in.
"He must have had another nightmare." One stated.
"A real doozy, too." The other added.
"Tea Time is over then?" Lance asked sipping from his cup, set it on the ground beside him with the book still open to the page with a portrait of Alice and stood. "I guess so, best not invoke the riders..." Lance stared blankly as he remembered the last time he tried to poke fun with the guards. "again..."

The guards lead Lance along the halls and to a large room where many people had been gathered. Odd, they normally don't like me playing with the others." Lance milled about looking at others, and seeing the group of similar looking girls in the corner he rubbed his throat and stated quietly. "The Queen... Best be avoiding her." Lance continued walking about still trying to calm down from his dream. "Where could Alice be?" He asked, whispered.

The blood trailed down from his neck, splattering the face beneath him, blank eyes staring up into his from a young face, a pretty face.

"I-I'm so sorry..." He muttered, his body shaking from the shock.

Shadowy figures swept in from all sides, silently standing, watching, judging. "I d-didn't mean to." He hastily explained, tears blurring his vision as the figures stepped closer. "You have to believe me." He insisted.

Disapproval emitted from them as they drew nearer, claw like hands reached out menacingly, come to pull him apart again.

"Please, you can't do this. Please!" He screamed, begging for the figures to stop, the dead girl at his knees so easily forgotten at the remembrance of the pain. Had the figures faces, Connor would of been sure they were smiling, as fingers coiled around his arm like snakes. Slowly growing tighter and tighter, pulling, pinching and stabbing til it became to much to bear. "PLEEEEEASE!" He roared in agony as they clawed out his eyes and reached down his throat, suffocating him til the world went black.

*Ka-chunk* The door to his cell opened as Connor flinched awake, sat tightly in the corner with his muzzle and straight jacket, tired eyes staring out at the guards who had come to take him. Slowly he rose, clearly too slow as the guards yanked him to his feet and pushed him out of his cell, obtaining a grunt in reply from him. His heart beat faster as they came up to the room where they usually did their experiments, pacifically he slowed down, bowing his head while he waited for the guards to open the door. "Keep moving." One of them said with a quick shove, his eyes quickly moving away from Connors own as they frantically darted between the two guards, seeking an answer.

"Where?" He asked, stopping briefly in front of them, before being shoved down a hallway to their left, ignored by them as he realised he had only given off a muffled grunt.

Eventually they came to a stop at a room he had never been to before, the guards quickly stepped to either side of him, fingers removing locks and hasps on his muzzle and straight jacket. What? What the hell are they doing, they never trust me like this.... unless 'they' are here. He thought in shock as the restraints on his jacket and muzzle came loose, taking in his first unrestricted breath in a long time, rotating his shoulders gently while they opened the door. The room was filled with others, and his heart skipped a beat as he thought of the worst, followed by a quick flood of relief when he realized they were dressed like him, hesitantly he stepped into the room, his eyes flickering from occupant to occupant til he found an empty corner to stand in, as a few others had.

Most of the Officers left as the patients didn't start self-destructing at first sight, but one or two Riders stayed as the patients began conversing. A male Rider began chuckling as Lucille didn't have her meds, and poked her in the head whilst invisible. Unaware of her adaptation. A voice comes over the speaker system, "You have 1 hour, Project #456. This is your organiser speaking. You should know my name only as Darwin. Comply, make your teams, but whatever you do, DO NOT attack each other, or you will be forcedly removed. Do not try and override. This is standard precautionary." As this was said, two guards appear and wrestle Lance out of the room whilst everyone else was distracted (hopefully). They marched him down a corridor without saying a word, and then he was shoved in a room. He could hear the bolt of the lock behind him. In the room was a desk. One side of the desk, his side, was an empty chair, and on the other, sat a rather skinny man with hands and feet which appeared too big for him. "So, have a seat. You... You are Lance, yes?" He said, after glancing at a list, "Now then, let's get down to business..." His voice was resolutely calm, "Your adaptation?" He enquired.

Eleen O'Lair

Eleen obnoxiously gets her guards to stand closer to her as more and more people come in. As she hears the maniacal voice (seemingly calm, but she knew crazy), she yanks herself out of her corner, her prestigious ground. She leaves her clones there, whilst creating five more which flank her as she walks over to a black haired, black skinned girl (Willow) and mutters (in unison with her clones, but still quiet), "Stay with me. Be me. I can make all your dreams come true." Eleen realises that this girl would realise she was younger than her, but all the less, a touch of age couldn't break this madness match. Next she sets her sights on a brown-ish haired girl who's absent-mindedly pacing up and down (Michelle/Michel), but she decides to let the other girl respond first.

Red, crimson, ruby, rooooooooseeeeeeeeee. Her pulse was a flutter, unable to contain her bliss she clapped her hands with a coinciding "Eeeeeeee." But as quickly as it came she put a singular finger over her smiling lips and shushed herself. It seemed to take effort for the girl to turn away from the girls red hair. Michelle had to pace herself do not overindulge on passion for without restraint it would lose impact. While she loved red she knew its power, how it shapes every aspect of the everything that is ever in the prism that is, her eyes spin as the thought clearly was off its track.
"You have 1 hour, Project #456. This is your organiser speaking. You should know my name only as Darwin. Comply, make your teams, but whatever you do, DO NOT attack each other, or you will be forcedly removed. Do not try and override. This is standard precautionary."

Her joy faded quickly. Nothing good ever came from the wretched speakers. Michelle's eyes preemptively filled with agitated tears, They always break her thoughts up....The method may change but its always the same!

"What team?! Are we playing a game? I...I don't want to play..."

The final sentence lacked the volume and the spine to stand behind it. She forced a shaky smile, "Mmmmmaybe, the game is badminton." Her voice wavering with her attempts to look on a brighter side, at least she wasn't 'alone'.

Kane frowned when he heard the command "do not attack". He knew however, that at the current moment he didn't have a chance of overpowering those within this facility. He also knew that upsetting the Riders for the umpteenth time would certainly not end well for him. Eventually, Kane made up his mind as he walked over to Michelle and held out a hand. "Kane."

Willow

Willow reached down and pulled at her brother's arms. The scales felt comforting against her skin. Just like old times...

"Oh, Warren you can breathe fire again!" she said alloud. Suddenly, the intercoms came on before Warren could respond.

She listened carefully, memorizing it. What do those fuck-faces have in mind now?

Willow stared as the girl with clones approached her in unison and asked her to team.

Willow smiled. She hadn't had a mind to latch on in almost a year.

"Friends?" Willow whispered into the back of the girl's mind.

Warren

"Oh, Warren you can breathe fire again!" Willow happily cheered as she ran her fingers up his arm.

He had become use to it in those times when they actually saw each other, but now it seemed like a memory.

The intercoms came on.

Warren couldn't breathe. Willow was surely going to break one of the rules, it was in her nature.

Warren listened as a new voice asked Willow to team with her. He stood up, feeling his way to a wall as Willow stayed silent.

"Willow," he said, his voice shaking as he clung to the wall. "Don't."

Christopher Freidrich

With everyone diverting their attention to the command;
"You have 1 hour, Project #456. This is your organiser speaking. You should know my name only as Darwin. Comply, make your teams, but whatever you do, DO NOT attack each other, or you will be forcedly removed. Do not try and override. This is standard precautionary."
"That's never fun, I was looking to exercise a bit." he said with sigh, entering his sights, more 'colorful' individuals had stepped on the plate. Most of them are conversing with one another, and apparently clone dynamo is rounding up the females?

Chris had already noted the presence of the Riders, So anyone causing a ruckus will be put down? That's fun, and do people just ignore me cause i am blind, well that's rude. thinking to himself with a smirk. "Hey Mr. Poke my brain, or Kane, after you're done with your girlfriend; humor me. I am getting bored." he said in a teasing tone.

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