I blinked my eyes until things came into focus. It was so bright. Why was it so bright? Murmurs... I hear murmurs... from where though? Who's murmuring? Where am I?

Words began to come into focus. "He's waking up. What should we do with him?" a rather strange voice asked. Who the- what? Wait...? where the hell am I?

I quickly sat up and loosened my stiff joints. God, why was I so stiff? How long was I asleep?

"Hey there, hotshot." I heard a cocky voice say, making me look up and blink.

"And... you are?" I asked.

He snorted. "Axel. Got it memorized?" he asked, tapping his temple.

Axel... that name... a memory came into my head and I realized that he was Roxas' mate. I blinked. "Sure, sure whatever. And where am I?" I asked.

He laughed. "Ya know, most people who join our little gang of runaways only get to see this place, about, half a year after they come to the breeding house and join us. You lucky dog, you, you found it yourself. Welcome to the runaway lab." he said.

"Runaway lab? So, what, is it some kind of place where you just... runaway?" holly shit, these people are for real.

"Ah, well, we get you out, but first, you give us something." Axel said.

"Like?" I asked.

"You sort of let us run tests on you. Of course, we do mutations. But if you allow us to do something as extreme as a mutation, we let you out early. If you don't, you stay here for about a year longer." he said.

I sort of thought about it. "How do you know who to trust?" I asked.

"People like you, who want to runaway." he said.

"So you just come out with it? You say, hey, you want to run away from this place? No real strategy?" I asked eying him carefully.

"Of course there's a way to test different people." he laughed. "Thugs normally want to get out as soon as possible, so we can just ask if you want to leave or not. With other people there's a completely different approach." he said.

"You just take people away from the breeding house?" I asked, "Don't they fucking care?" I asked.

"Of course they would care, if they knew." he said. "We have multiple ways in and out of this place. All of them are completely hidden."

"Wow." I said, "Someone really thought this threw, didn't they?" I asked.

"Yep. You can thank Xemnas for all of this. He was the mastermind behind it all." he said. I blinked stupidly for the third time that day.

"Xemnas, as in, that guy who was in the room with Sora and the others?" I asked.

"Yep." he said. "In fact, everyone in that room you were in just happens to be main members of this place. They mostly all helped make it. There are a few exceptions, though, and you know what, I think that those exceptions are where you'll be headed soon."

"Hm." I grunted, "So what kind of mutations do you do on people? To advance, are you searching for a certain something?" I asked.

"Searching for a certain something. But we can't tell you what unless you finally join the group." he said. "The finding group. Oh, and don't think I'm in it. They really don't show their faces. I'm also one of their test subjects, looking for a way out. I have to 'serve', or whatever, them for about a year longer."

"So, say I want to leave. How long do I have to stay here?" I asked.

"Two to three years." Axel answered certainly.

"The fuck? Why on earth do you need to have so many years to leave a place? I'd have better chances on my own. I almost got away last time." I said.

"They'll up security and amp up on sedatives at the breeding house, if you want to go back there for the rest of your life. We don't make you stay here. If you try to run away from this place... well, let's just say there's no chance. Security is already over the top. We also have shape-shifter security, so taking you down would be no problem." he said, shrugging, "Your choice."

"I-but...what-? Other options please!" I demanded, sort of folding my arms under the chains.

"No other options." he said.

"What if I do break out of here?" I asked.

"Good luck trying." he said, picking at his nails, "We have a more defensive barrier than anywhere you've been. Trust me, we've dealt with people like you before." he said.

"And what if I did break out in the end?" I asked him again.

"That won't happen." he said. He sounded so much like that guy in the white fucking lab coat that it pissed me off. He had told me that resistance was useless, too.

"You want to bet?" I asked, grinning.

"Is that a challenge?" he asked, arching an eyebrow.

"Maybe." I said.

He laughed and right after that I felt a pain in my thigh. The fuck-? DAMN IT!

There was a needle sticking out of my stupid leg. I quickly pulled it out to see that the container was half empty, the rest of the liquid was draining out onto the floor. I looked around quickly, looking for something that could at least help me hurt this guy.

I ran up to him when I found nothing useful and tripped him. He wasn't expecting my speed, and he fell on his ass in front of me.

"You asshole!" I yelled at him, "Was that really fucking necessary? Did you stop to think that maybe I was joking?"

He just smiled. "Yep, I did think about if you were joking and, no, it was not necessary. And might I say one more thing," he said. I got drowsy and, as I did last time, fell to my knees. I realized something. I fucking hate my life sometimes. "Good night." he said as I fell down and blacked out.


My eyes opened slowly. What...? Oh, yeah, I passed out. Fuck. That's the third or fourth time this week. I've lost count.

I tired to sit up, but found it rather hard cause something was holding me down. When my eyes focused more I realized that these people were smart and they chained me down instead of tying me down. Well well well. My fingers would have a hard time cutting threw metal.

"Well, look at the new comer." I heard a familiar voice say. My head shot up.

"LUXORD?" I asked, my eyes popping. "What on earth are you doing here?"

"Oh, you know, just hanging." he said, winking.

"What the hell do you mean, just hanging? You're in a laboratory supposedly underground right next to a breeding house when you're supposed to be in jail. Now tell me again what the hell you're doing here?"

He laughed. "You can be shipped from jail to jail, put on drugs, placed in a breeding house and chained down and you're still your same old self." he said.

I raised an eyebrow. "Is there a problem?" I asked.

"Nope." he said, winking. "Well, gotta run. Catch you later, Envy." he said, getting out of the room. I realized after he left that he had avoided my question. Damn it.

"Well, you ready to go without a fight?" the red head asked, "Cause if you're not, I'll gladly leave you here to rot."

I noticed that he held a little tube of liquid and a reed. I read over my choices and my chances of escaping. Overall, the chances were fucking low.

I sighed, "I'll go without any stupid fight. But when you're gone, you can expect me to break for it." he raised an eyebrow.

"See this thing?" he said pointing to the wall. On it there was a little device. The only thing on the small device that really caught my attention was a little reed sticking out from it. "This thing will shoot you if you have any problems. And they're everywhere. Yeah, we've dealt with your kind before. Shape-shifters. Let me tell you now, if you shape-shift into anything to big, you'll crush yourself. As you found out before, this place is underground. And it's deeper than you think. So don't try anything tricky."

I sighed again. This was turning into a pretty crappy experience.

"Also, these tunnels are really long. If you want to even get to the door than you'll have to run a long way, and then you'll get to a locked door that you need a code to get out of. Then, if you even get that far, you'll run into another door with another password. So if you plan on breaking out of here, then good luck." he said.

The guy then walked over and undid my chains. As soon as my hands were free he roughly shoved them backwards and chained them together with handcuffs.

"Damn it!" I hissed, "Loosen those things!" he did as I asked and I let the air out from in between my teeth.

"Follow me." he said. I did as he asked, following close behind him. Wherever there wasn't a light source it was pitch black. As we walked we slowly started to see doors on the walls. Some had no windows. Others had small glass ones in the middle. Some of them even had metal bars.

"How long do we have to walk?" I asked, getting annoyed at the long walk there.

"Listen to yourself. You sound like a child." he laughed. I scowled.

"I'm not a child. I'm fifteen!" I protested.

"That's a child." he said. I parted my lips to protest again, but then I realized that I was rather... young. But that's why I'm here. If I was any older, than I wouldn't be Envy. I wouldn't be the Envy I knew, anyway.

"We're almost there. Maybe another minute or two." he said. Good enough for me. Then a question that I had to ask came into my head. It was for the good of myself.

"Axel. You have a mate. Roxas." I said. It wasn't a question.

"Yes." he agreed.

"They make you mate down here, too." I said. Again, it was not a question.

"Yes." he sighed. "They preform so many experiments. On the rare occasion that someone dies, at least the population of the already almost extinct humans doesn't go down more." he said. I sighed. That was actually smart. But it pissed me off. Because nothing could change the fact that I had a womb. And as long as I had a womb and I couldn't get out of here... oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!

He didn't lie, we were there quickly. It sort of surprised me how accurate he was. He really must know this place from the inside out.

"How long have you been working here?" I asked him.

"About... a year." he answered.


The place we were at had one long white hallway. Every... about fifteen steps you would come to a complete-glass door, and in every single glass door you could see people. Sometimes there was only one person in one big room. It was kind of sad. They must be lonely.

"This is your room." he said, stopping in front of me and opening a glass door. I simply stepped inside. Everything was still white. "Catch." I heard Axel say. I turned around and caught a black robe with a silver zipper going up the front. "Put that on. It indicates who you are and how long you've been here." he said. I sighed and slipped on the black robe. It was really plain, but it had at least some decoration in the front. There was some weird string and objects hanging around the neck. The door shut behind me.

I looked around to see a few other figures inside the room. They were all wearing the same outfit as me.

"Hey, you're that Envy dude!" I heard a perky male voice say.

"Yep, that's me, and you are?" I asked.

"I'm Demyx, don't you remember me?" this 'Demyx' asked.

I thought about if for a moment. "Sort of. But only because of the hair." I told him. He laughed.

"That's not surprising." he said. Then I noticed something about him. He was carrying a bundle of black cloth. I knew what it was instantly. I walked over and sat down on the same white bench that he was siting on.

"So what's his name?" I asked. He looked down adoringly at the face of the infant.

"Noah." he said. "Noah Dixon."

"Nice name." I said. "What made you think of it?"

"He's not mine." the man said with a sudden frown, "He was one of my friends. He died giving birth to Noah."

I frowned at that. "I'm sorry to hear that." I said.

He laughed. "You're a murderer. You shouldn't care if people die."

My frown deepened. I remember all those times I was called a murderer, and all of those times pride took over me. I was one of the youngest people around who's killed other people. That's something to be proud of, right?

But all of a sudden, I wasn't so proud.

You want to be a murderer for the rest of your life? For the rest of eternity? Is that what you want? No friends no family, no nothing? That voice asked from inside my head. I sighed.

no... I want friends...

"Hey, you okay?" Demyx asked me, waving his hand in front of my face. I sort of jumped.

"What? Yeah, I'm fine." I said, smiling slightly. That's the first time I've smiled in a while. Then something struck me. This is one of the first times I've been in a real situation in a while. One that I'm stuck with, one that I can't change now.. If I had played my dice right, I might not have ended up here. I looked back on all of the other times that I could have gotten away at the breeding house. They would have gone after me, sure. They would have brought me back, maybe. But I might have gotten away. But I didn't go. I didn't leave because of some reason. What was it again...? Oh, that's right. I thought it was to easy. I was looking for a challenge. It was something life never decided to bring me. Life gifted me with an easy-going, shape-shifting life, and I was looking for a simple something everyone else has regularly. A challenge.

Isn't that why I killed people? I recalled my conversation with Luxord a while ago. It went like this...

"Luxord, my man, how have you been doing?" I asked as I saw one of my old cell-mates walk by.

"Ha! Same old same old, in jail, rotting away, nothing new!" he said. I laughed. "How about you?" he asked

"Ah, I killed another person and actually got caught this time. Can you believe it? Security actually catching murderers?" I asked, making him laugh.

"No fucking way!" he said.

I actually got caught this time... that was what I was waiting for, wasn't it? I was waiting to get caught. I was waiting for someone to tell me, no! That's not how we do things around here! I was waiting for it! I didn't have any parents to tell me! I had my brothers, but they didn't tell me anything! Oh, Gluttony, how I wish I choose your path. I remember laughing at the idea of being civilized, I remember a lot of things that I laughed at. And everything others thought was ridiculous and laughable I thought was a good idea. Things like...

let's see if they'll yell at us for breaking the windows.

I wonder if we can get away with robbing this store.

Do you think hurting that person for their money sounds fun? I do!

Anyone want to play pin the tail on the pedestrian?

No one ever did. Everyone said,

Mom would be mad at me...

If someone took away your hard days work would you be happy?

Would you like it if you got hurt like that?

I don't think that's a good idea!

But I thought it was a good idea! Because there was no one there to say that it wasn't! How was I supposed to know? No one told me! No one taught me! I didn't realized that tears started to fall.

And one last thought emitted from my mind and bounced around in my hollow chest, leaving me unable to think of anything else.

Why me?

A/N- God I'm evil. That chapter was a little sad at the end, right?

Well, everything so far is going according to plan... or according to story plot. I think that a lot of people would like to read this once it's done, cause it will send out a strong meaning if it's ever finished. And you know what? Give me some more characters to add. In that room I said I there was a few people in there. Well... who do you want to be in that room? Well, instead of yelling the answer at the computer screen, how about leaving a review? I'd love it! Also, the person who guesses the person I choose will have their name mentioned in my next chapter.

(Hint: I'm probably going to make one of the characters that you choose pregnant. Choose wisely! If you choose that is...)