I blinked, my eyes coming into focus. Where am I? What the fuck happened last night?

"Oh, so you're waking up?" I heard a man ask. Not just any man. The man in the white suit. I growled, low in my throat. Damn it, what the fuck is wrong with my head?

"Does your head hurt?" he asked, as if reading my mind, "Well, that's only natural. You lost a lot of blood when we put that womb inside of you. It'll take a few more minutes for it to clear."

My brain sort of froze. Something was wrong, but I couldn't put my finger on it. I... needed to find out what the hell was wrong... What had the man said that made me realized something was wrong? And then the words hit me. He had said 'Put that womb inside of you.' what did that mean again...? Something clicked. HOLLY SHIT.

I shot up like a rocket and grabbed the man by the throat. My head was starting to clear, but now the area around my stomach was starting to hurt. I looked down to see a big, red, ugly looking stitched up cut.

"What the hell did you do to me?" I asked. He only laughed. "What fucked up thing did you do to my insides?" I asked, my grip on his throat tightening.

"We simply... made it so that you could... have children!"

I narrowed my eyes. There were limitations as to what shape-shifting could do, but I knew, that this thing had got to come out. I could lead it out with shape-shifting, but the rest is up to me.

I threw to man easily over into the corner of the room, knocking him out. This was going to be painful. But if I keep it in there, I could have kids. That's what they want. And I'm not going to let them have my shape-sifting body. Because that's one thing that's mine, damn it!

I made my right index finger into a claw and cut the stitches closing my stomach. I made my fingers into tentacles so I could easily feel around inside...

I threw my head back in pain as dug my fingers into myself, feeling for some kind of thing that wasn't right: something that didn't feel normal. It took a minute or two to finally find what I was looking for. An abject that was not one of my internal organs. It was to squishy, it was so out of place... I began to wrap my tentacle fingers around it, ready to pull it out, until someone pulled my hand out before I had a good grip.

"Stop!" he exclaimed, "That thing is hooked up to your other organs! Pull it out, they'll rip apart, and you'll internally bleed to death."

I was panting, not really giving two flying fucks about what this guy was saying. I realized that it was the man with the suit. Damn it. I wish that I could just shape-shift the womb away, but shape-shifting didn't work that way. If it was there, then when I shifted it would just turn into something right for the body I was in. I couldn't make it disappear. I was stuck with it. If I took it out I died. If I left it in there I had fucking children! Either way, I lose.

Then I realized how much blood I lost. The world sort of swirled and I passed out.

I blinked back into focus for the... well, second time this week. I noticed it was bright out, meaning tomorrow had come when I had passed out. This time, I was strapped down and there was no one here. I sighed and turned my fingers into razor blades. I cut the rope holding down my abdominal area, then the one holding down my chest, and lastly the one holding down my legs.

I sat up and realized that I was in a hospital-like setting and I wore nothing under the blanket I had on. What the-? Why nothing? Perverts. What the fuck did they do to my cloths?

Just then a male nurse walked in, and when he saw I was out of the straps he froze. I smirked at him and waved my still-in-razor-blade-formation fingers at him.

"Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to come with me." he said.

"Hell no, at least not until you get me my cloths." I said, making my razor fingers lengthen.

"Sorry, sir I can't do that." he said, still smiling.

"Why not?" I asked raising an eyebrow at him. The razor blades lengthened more. They were about a foot long now.

"Orders." he said. I burst out laughing.

"What is so funny?" he asked.

"I really doubt someone would give you direct orders not to give cloths to someone!" I laughed.

"They really did!" he protested.

"Really?" I asked sarcastically. "Bet your life on it?" I said, clicking my fingers together. He took a step back.

"Please, sir, I need to get going, I had a tight schedule... come with me and no one gets hurt."

"Oh, is that so?" I asked, "Give me my cloths and then I'll get up." I said. He growled and then threw my cloths at me. He had them right behind his fucking back.

I put them on, not caring if he saw me or not (for which he did, the pervert was staring at me the whole time I got dressed) until I finished and went with him. It was funny. The whole time I was walking down the hallway I could have made an easy break for it. But what fun would that be?

When we arrived at the place the man was leading me to, the dude only opened the door and let me inside. He quickly walked away after that. Before I entered I quickly retracted the razors my fingers were in at the moment into fingers.

"Why hello, Envy." said one man out of a rather large group of people in white lab coats. About, twenty, I would say. They were wearing the same lab coats as the guy who gave me the surgery and brought me here. But this guy speaking didn't sound like that guy...

"Hm. Hey." I said.

"Envy let me lay out some rules. After that a boy will be coming in here and escorting you around the campus, understand?" he asked.

"Whoa, wait, did you just call it a campus? Like a school ground?" I asked.

"Yes, and?" he asked

"Well the fact that place is nothing like a school..." I started and then faded out.

"More than you think. Let me lay out the schedule. You get up at nine A.M., you eat breakfast at mess hall, you get education until one P.M., then you eat lunch for half an hour, then you go into the cage room until dinner at six thirty P.M., and then the rest of the night is spent in the bunk rooms. There are about ten people staying in each bunk room, and your escort will be from your bunk room. Understand?" he asked.

I nodded. What a boring life. I'd have to make it more... interesting.

"There are more rules that I trust the escort will tell you." he said.

"Sure." I said, followed by a person walking into the room.

"Ah, here the escort is." the man said, "Right on time."

The brown haired boy smiled. "Glad to be of service." the boy said. I snickered.

"Get the talk over with." I said. The man in the suit gave me a glare. I smiled. "Can you blame me for not wanting to be around a bunch of creepy people in white?" his eyes widened with disbelief.

"Know your place!" he snapped at me, "Or you will suffer the consequences!"

"Sure, sure, whatever you want." I said sarcastically. I guess he didn't pick up on the sarcastic tone.

"Very well, then. Sora, show Envy around. Explain the rules. Make sure he understands."

"Talking done yet?" I asked, trying to a pain in the ass.

The man gritted his teeth and before anything good happened the boy grabbed my hand and led me out of the room.

"What was that all about?" the boy asked.

"Hm. Just having some fun, that's all." I told him.

Hew sighed. "You're a jailer carrier, aren't you?" he asked.

"If that means they took me out of jail and put a fucking womb inside of me, then yes." I said in a pissed off way.

"Well, I'm a legal carrier. That means I was dragged here, still against my will, but it was legal."

"Legal?" I laughed out loud, "There's no way kidnapping is legal."

"You can't consider it kidnapping because the government doesn't want it to be considered kidnapping. It's called LMO. Legal Moving Operation."

"I love how they put legal in that. Oh, the irony." I said in mock shock.

"Hey, you know, you're lucky you're here. You get to be given a second chance. How long would you have been in jail, anyway?" he asked.

"Lifetime." I said, not realizing how much the kid would panic when I said that.

"For what!" he asked.

"Oh, nothing so bad," I said with a smile on my face, "Only for murder."

I heard him squeak as he turned around, his hand on his mouth and his eyes wide.

"Please. PLEASE tell my that you're kidding." he begged.

"I'm kidding." I told him.

"Really?" he asked.

"I only told you what you asked me to." I said, raising an eyebrow.

"Ah!" he groaned. "We have enough of your kind here! We don't need any more!"

My face lit up, "You mean... there's more? I'm not all fucking alone in hell?"

"Sorry, none are in our dorms, therefore there are none in any of our classes. You can see them and talk to them in the cage room and at meals, though." he said.

"The cage room?" I asked.

"The cage room is a place where you go for about four hours a day. In there you find a person to mate with." he said.

I laughed out loud, almost falling onto by butt when my knees got shaky. "May I ask what is so funny?"

"Oh, it's just that they think... they can make ME... Envy the murderer... mate with pieces of shit... who I don't even know..." I said, gasping for breath in between words.

He waited for a second until I got my breath back. "You know... you better listen to them. If you don't do what they ask, and the only thing they ask you to do is mate and behave, then they'll make you mate." he said. I blinked before laughing again.

"I hope they have fun trying to get some random guy to fuck a gigantic reptile!" I laughed out loud. This confused him, no doubt about it, but I wouldn't explain until later.

We walked around for a while after that, the Sora boy telling me where we were and why we were there, myself adding a few sarcastic remarks in every now and then. Nothing really happened until we were done with the tour.

"So, that's all the places around here." Sora said.

"And... what do we do now?" I asked.

"Well, did you bring anything here?" he asked.

"Are you kidding me? I don't have a thing to my name! Even so, I tried to make a break for it back at Death Hill Prison-"

"You were at DEATH HILL?" he asked, looking terrified. I nodded.

"Yeah, and believe it or not, they really don't put bad guys in that place like they say they do. There was a guy in there for putting tattoos on babies or something." I told him. He sort of relaxed.

"As I was saying before I was so rudely interupted, I tried to make a break for it. It didn't really work out for me, and by the look of it, they took me directly here after they gave me the sedative. There was no way they would go back to get my stuff, if I had any." he nodded at that.

"Well, we should get going to the room. It's getting late." he said.

"Gotcha." I said, following Sora up to the room. Once we got there, Sora threw open the door.

"We got a new one." he said.

"New one?" I heard someone ask. "Really?" I heard another.

"Don't get to hyped up." Sora said, moving out of the way so they could all see me. I folded my arms across my chest.

"Hey, hey, hey, well what do you know?" I asked, counting all the heads in the room, "It's a full house, isn't it? How wonderful, the more the merrier."

"You're kidding me!" I heard a boy yell from across the room, throwing a pillow at me.

"Hey. There's no need to fight. Someone might get hurt, you know." I said after I neatly jumped to the side, dodging the fluffy item.

"We've been waiting years for a newcomer, and then you show up!" the boy said.

"Now Roxas, I know you're mad but there's no reason-" Sora was cut off.

"Oh, don't give me that shit!" Roxas said. "I need a new person to mate with! Axel's getting to be a son of a bitch with sex, and I've had enough!" he said.

"Aw, so you were hoping that the newcomer would be your perfect match, were you?" I asked, "Maybe someone like this?" I asked, turning into a a soft looking blond with shoulder length hair and baby blue eyes, still wearing the same cloths, "Or like this?" I asked, turning into a brown haired boy with his hair in a pony-tail, "Or maybe like this?" I finished by turning into a strawberry blond with a buzz-cut.

They gasped, as I thought they would. "What? What the hell are you?" a guy with a... what I think was a mullet... asked.

"You can't guess?" I asked, turning back to my beloved spiky haired, normal (in my eyes) form. "Oh, right. You guys probably think that shape-shifters died out years ago, am I wrong?" I asked, rolling my eyes.

"You can... change your form?" a blond in the back of the room asked. He had his hair pulled neatly back into a braid. His bangs fell over his face.

"Yeah I can, is there a problem?" I asked, eying him.

"No." he said. "That just seems... interesting." I laughed.

"Thanks. I think I like being called interesting." I told him.

"Wait, before we start talking, let me introduce everyone. This is Zexion, Demyx, Edward, Alphonse, Xemnas, Xigbar, Roxas, and Riku. I'm sure you know me." Sora said. "And now you can go back to your bickering." he paused before going on, "And we can trust this one. He dislikes this place just as much as the next guy."

"You already tested him?" Zexion asked.

"Yes. And he answered all of the questions correctly." I blinked at this. What the fuck were they talking about?

"Very well then." Zexion said. "We'll explain everything to him."

"Can I?" Xemnas asked. Zexion nodded after a moment of thought. "Well, you see, you know how once you're in here, you're in here for life?" he asked

"I might have heard something." I said.

"Well we want to get out. We want to get to another world, a world with less hurt. We don't want to be... whatever you wish to call it, bred, if you must, for the rest of our lives." he stopped to let me take that all in.

"So, you want to go to... other places?" I asked. I really didn't mind the idea. Would I get to kill people there? "And how do you think you're going to go about doing that?" I asked

"You see, we've been planing ways to get out of here for many years now. We've only failed to get a plan that worked. But once we are out of here, we know the location of a machine made before the meteor hit. If we're lucky, it will still be in tact: that's what our studies predict. If we are right then we can stay hidden using it. We can all start out fresh. No more being forced to stay in a place against our will." he said.

I thought about that. A machine made before the meteor hit that can hide us? It sounds far fetched, but if it's true... "Will I be able to start out fresh?" I asked. "No more police on my tail, no more life sentence?"

"If you're in a place where police can't find you," Xemnas said, "Then how will they follow you?"

I smirked. "Wait, are you all planing to just live and die, or are you planning to have... babies?"

"Well, it would be a shame for us all to die and never be remembered, wouldn't it?" he asked. I nodded. I got what he was saying.

"And I'm guessing you guys will be the only people there, right?" I asked finally.

"Yes, why?" he asked.

"Oh, no reason."

I smiled. I may like murder, but no way am I murdering the people who are offering me a way out of this place. And the police are a pain in the ass, so maybe I would have stopped anyway in time. Because I never age due to the face that when my organs get old they just shift back to being young (the wonders of shape-shifting), I'd get to see the place I created grow and grow and grow. If it doesn't die out, they'll all be grateful to me. If it dies out, I'll go back to this planet in hope that it survived. It it died out, then I'll be alone. But in the end, I'm better off going with these people.

"I'm in."