We're Only Human?

[Sacha]

Sacha peeked his head around a corner of the abandoned hallway. After making sure it was clear, he plodded barefoot down the hall to the nearest empty room. His green eyes darted around the artificially lit halls encase he was found out by some one. As a rule, experiments were aloud to be up near the empty rooms... it was just seen as suspicouis... especially by themselves.... and this late at night... and if they went by the name of Sacha Wilde.

After maiming and even killing a few guards, causing a few riots though out the system and braking a few important pieces of equipment (which he paid for by spending a total of two months in the punishment hall) Sacha's face was well known through out this messed up asylum, and although there were no written rules against him, he knew darn well he'd be beat for coming up here.

After quietly trying a few doors, Sacha found one that had been left unlocked and slipped inside. He closed the door tight behind him, careful not to make a sound, and sat down in the middle of the cold, dark, empty chamber. He sighed and fingered a crack in the floor. Finally, he was alone. Away from from the ludicrous scientists and there fucked up experiments. Out of the watch of the blasted cameras. God dammit he hated this place!

He fiddled with his fingers in though. God, did he miss school...never really thought he would say it, but....

It was better than this God forsaken place! He was being suffocated here! There was no real light, no real darkness, no real feelings, no real anything! Even the people here were fake! No fun to talk to either. All the smart ones were compliant with the scientists, and the non-compliant fools had shit for brains. This would all be fine if he was aloud some form of individual entertainment, but even something as small as a book or a pen and paper where kept from him.

He longed for freedom, and it was coming. One day, it would come, God wouldn't let him suffer much longer.

He brought a finger up to his mouth, and with a quick gnash of teeth, bit right through the flesh of it. He looked down at the wound as blood began to stream to the surface, its ruby hue glowed faintly by the light cast from under the door. He sighed once more. He felt nothing. Those damn scientists. What had they done to him?

Slowly lowering his hand to the ground, he traced patterns over the cold floor, leaving a trail of blood in his wake. Screw the pencil. If they weren't going to supply him with utensils to create, he was just going to have to make do with what he had.

[kuro]

Kuro and Shiro walked down the hallway. Although they commonly disagreed with each other, they were arm in arm. Kuro, all black, looked like a Dragon who had figured out to look human and Shiro, all white, looked like a white fawn, but completely fur-covered and with a long silvery horn that protruded from her forehead. Under that, they looked nearly indentical, if you looked closely enough. They had been the same person, but the scientists had figured out how to split the mind and make it two bodies. They had been three, Id, Ego and Superego, but Ego had died.

They spoke in unison, though, they could think together and speak to each other, but not control each other. In a two voices, the exact same, only one an octave lower, they spoke. "Tonight is boring. It is too bad there is nothing to do." Then, Kuro's nose twitched. "Blood." He spoke alone. "Whatever you say, Kuro." Repiled the one who was all white. Her hooves clicked on the tile and his claws scratched at it.

He pulled forward, pulling the girl behind him and leading towards the smell of blood. He pushed a door open slowly with a clawed hand and stepped into the room. He closed the door behind him. The only thing in the room that was visible at first was the two set of glowing eyes, one red and the other blue, like glowsticks. But Kuro's vision changed quickly to adapt to the new light.

After a few moments the light seemed as bright as if all the lights had been on. "Cool, whatcha doing?" He asked, the kid who was trailing his finger over the tile. "Dun that hurt?" He asked.

Shiro's lips pulled back from her horse-like teeth. "Ew, so gross. That's wrong on so many levels." He raised a fur covered hand and brushed her curly white mane out of her face and over her shoulder. Her night vision wasn't so hot, so she flicked on the lights. "That's better." Kuro had luckily closed his eyes before she turned the lights on.

"Ah, your Sasha! You killed some of the guards!" Shiro said, backing up against the door. "Killing is wrong." She whispered. As she said this Kuro made his way forwards and grabbed the boy's hand and lifted the bleeding finger to his his mouth and sucked of it. He swirled his tongue, which was rough like a cats over the wound and grinned. "Tastes good." He muttered, cat-like eyes looking up into the boy's electric green ones. His own were like a cat's, but sparkled and glowed unnaturally.

Shiro broke out of her shell and rushed forwards, smacking Kuro upside the head. "Ew! Disgusting! Gross! You DON'T do THAT!" She screamed at him. "That is SO WRONG!" She screamed, her voice was booming in the small room. Then she realised she had stepped in the blood. "Ew! Ew! Ew!"

[Sacha]

Sacha's ears perked up at the sound of hooves making their way towards the door. His heart race. Shit. He'd been found. Stay calm. You weren't braking any rules. Act cool and you could fool them into thinking the same think.

He watched attentively as the door creaked open and two figures emerged from behind it, shutting it quietly behind them. The sliver of light that had escaped into the room had caught him off guard, and his eyes, once more, tried their best to adjust to the no light in the room.

"Cool..." A lone voice hissed from the corner, " Whatcha doing?" Sacha pulled his hand into his lap and snarled to himself. Experiments. Fuck. Why couldn't they just be guards? That way they'd show him back to his room (after hitting him a few times of coarse) and leave him be. No. They had to be experiments. Now he had to talk and act civil and try to explain what the fuck he was doing when the truth was he didn't even know.

The other one piped up from the corner, a female voice, much shriller than the others, "Ew, so gross. That's wrong on so many levels." Sacha ignored the both of them. He really didn't feel like socializing. Besides, there was a good chance they couldn't fully see him. They didn't know him. They couldn't read him. They'd get bored.

Then the light went on.

Sacha blinked uncomfortably at the intrusive light. His eyes teared slightly. It wasn't so much that it hurt that it bothered him, it was more that his body knew the unexpected change was probably doing him harm. After adjusting, he looked up into the face of a dark, scaly experiment. Dragon no doubt. He peeked around the creatures shoulder to find a lighter subject with horsey features. A unicorn? Firsts one he'd seen.

The Unicorn pushed itself against the door in horror at the sight of his face, " You're Sacha! You killed some of the guards!" Sacha raised an eyebrow at the girl, then furrowed them together in though, " It was an accident really..." he replied, eyes rolled back in his head in though, " An experiment... How long an educated person could stand having his eyes dug out." He shook his head as if displeased, " I must say he failed that one.... Guess an education really wont help you in life...."

the boy watched as the man placed his finger in his mouth, feeling only the slightest sensation as his tongue passed over the wound. Within moments of this, the unicorn jump off the wall and beat the other for his actions, "Ew! Disgusting! Gross! You DON'T do THAT!" She screamed at him. "That is SO WRONG!"

Sacha pulled his finger away and hid his mouth with his free hand. He held back a smile as the girl flipped over stepping in his blood, and after a moment of watching this all unfold, Sacha whipped his hand over the tile, destroying any evidence of his painting.

He looked the pair up and down, " You guys look as though you sound." He sighed, " Which doesn't make much since now that I heard myself say it...." He mumbled. " What I met to say is, you personify the image I have of the 'Dream Team'?" He stated as a question, " That's you, right? Heard lotzabout you..." He bit his tongue and glanced around the room awkwardly.

"Well..." He trolled as he stretched and stood up, " Guess it's probably about time for us to be heading to bed, right? Don't know about you, but I have a day full of tortuous boredom planed for tomarow...So if you'll excuse me.." The boy pivoted around the bulking figure of the dragon and made his way for the door. He didn't feel like being pleasant.

[kuro]

"Oh, we can go to bed all right..." Kuro said menacingly, grinning. He looked to Shiro and nodded. "Isn't that right, Shiro Uma?" He asked and she nodded, her own grin breaking out over her horse-like face. "We can go to bed right now, Kuro Eki." She said. Kuro reached out and grabbed Sasha's shoulder, plunging them both into sleep as Shiro weaved a dream for them to fall into. As she weaved, their bodies slumped to the floor, her own joining them once the scenario was set.

They seemed to have been teleported into the middle of a dark, yet glowing green of a forest. Kuro now stood in front of the boy, grinning, and Shiro stood behind him. "You were right about our powers, I give you compliments for that." She said slowly, reaching out and touching him. She wanted to know how reactive he was to the dream. Death meant death, but if people couldn't feel pain in their dreams, Shiro could not inflict. If they did, she could. She didn't want to accidentally hurt the poor boy.

"Welcome to my dream escape." She said, "Anything is possible, yet I am the sole controller today."

"Me n'you, we're just along for the ride." Kuro said with a grin, looking up at the slightly taller boy. "And you can't do anything to stop it here. You can't even fight it."

Shiro started moving her hands in a complicated manner and slowly the trees melded into giant mushrooms... or had they just shrunk? It was too hard to tell. The sky took on a yellowish hue or sulfur. The damp, sweet air of the woods turned into the moist dank smell of decay. "Any place you would like to go?" She asked the boy. "Any where you like, my treat." She said, moving so she was standing beside him. She didn't look at him, but made eye contact with her other half and smiled. He was in their world now.