Dr. Cassell's POV:

Well, well. They actually caught him. And without much of a fight as well. Then again, looking at him now, scrawny, no muscle, half-dead, I'm not surprised. But, with him being here now, over time, he'll grow, learn, become stronger, an unrelenting force. And he will belong to me. My creation. This body will still be his but as time progresses...his mind will be mine.

Of course I'll need to gain his trust, otherwise we'll be making no progress. And of course I'll only be able to do that, as soon as he wakes up. I gaze down at him as he lay on the table of my lab, restrained, of course, as a safety precaution. We don't want him getting hurt. And I can't afford to be hurt myself. Well, let's just wait for him to wake up, and then we can begin.

Jardon's POV:

Pain. In my head. That's what I feel when I start to wake up. Like a badass hangover. I groan inwardly as I shake my head and strain to open my eyes. A blinding light showers over me and I blink several times before I adjust to the lighting. Everything's still pretty blurry, but from what I can see, there's four white walls, and I mean white. Like, there's no colour in this entire room. That is except for my tan skin, my black, tattered shirt (which means some perv took off my hoodie) and a blur of blue in the corner next to what looks like it might be a desk.

Damn. I must be tripping. Cuz now the blue wisp thingy is moving towards me. Wait...is that a...a face? Who the fuck is that? Suddenly, whoever it is, starts talking to me, but I can't make out a word of what he's saying. Everything sounds distorted, like I'm underwater or something. As my vision begins to clear up a bit more, I can see that the guys face is creased in what looks like confusion and concern. He walks over to a cabinet, pulls something out of it and before I know it, he's waving it under my nose.

Suddenly all of my senses jump back to life. I can smell chemicals and disinfectant, stronger over my intense BO. I can taste the dirt in my mouth, old and rotten shit that I hardly know what any of it is or was. I can see the guy now. He's taller than me, despite standing over me. He's got gentle brown, almost hazel-like eye's, and a smile on his face that somehow stands out because of his fluffy blue hair. And I can feel now. I can feel...restraints!? What the fuck am I restrained for!? Well, now that I can hear him, I should probably listen to what he has to say. But...I'm too frustrated! Why am I here? What did I do??

"Why am I here!?" I screamed, accidentally shouting it out loud. Instantly I retracted as far back as I could in fear. This guy looks like some sort of mad scientist.

"Hello Maron. My name is Doctor Thomas Cassell. Pleasure to meet you."

I don't care who this guy is. I want out of here. I want to go back to dying in that alley. I don't wanna be here.

"Why the fuck am I here? Where even is here?" I demanded, going for the hostile approach.

"My apologies, welcome to Ianite's balancing facility. A place where we take the unbalanced creatures of the world and balance them."

"...wut?"

"Here, if I take off your restraints, are you going to try anything?"

"Define 'anything'"

"Assault, running away, self-harm, the like."

"You may wanna keep me restrained."

"For what reason."

"The reason that as soon as I'm free, my fist ploughs straight into your pretty blue-haired face." I stated, somehow calmly, but with all the venom the meant I actually would punch his face in.

The guy sighed and still undid my restraints anyway!...Is he high?

"Are you high?" I asked blandly.

"Unfortunately no. Being a doctor, that would put not just my job or position but my life in jeopardy and at risk."

"Why your life?"

"This isn't a normal facility. In fact...there is no other facility like it on the face of the planet. Our job here, is to restore balance to the world. One way or another."

"Can you elaborate on that?"

"This world is inhabited by two species. The Humans, or, Mianitees. And the Crafters, or, Dianitees. Here, we believe there is room only for one species."

"And that is?"

"Well, everyone here believes it to be the Humans, as everybody here, working here, that is, are Human. But..."

"But what?"

"I disagree. It's the Dianitees that should thrive."

"But...but you're Human. That's like turning on your own kind."

"Oh yes. I'm Human, in their eyes. But in fact, I'm a Crafter. A Dianitee. And before you say anything else. You're one of the few people I've told about this. One of the very few that I trust. I can feel it. You and I, especially you, will do great things together for the race of the Dianitees."

"But...why me? How am I a...a Dianitee? I'm normal...right?"

"Wrong. If you will trust me, take my hand, shake it and trust me. I'll show you who you really are. I'll show you our allies. I'll show you what we can do. And then, I'll show you how we can change this world entirely."

I hop off of the table and stand in front of him after wobbling slightly to gain my balance. I looked down at his hand that he held out, then up at his face to check for signs of deceit. But I saw none. I saw genuine friendliness and determination. I could trust him. I felt it. I didn't know how, or why, but I did.

I took his hand, shook it, and watched as he pulled something out of his lab coat pocket. My sunglasses!! I gratefully took them, propped them on my face, and with a nod of approval from my new friend, I followed him through the doors, and into a new world. A new chapter in this crazy thing I call my life.

There ya go, another chapter. I would probably say something witty and/or sarcastic at this point for no reason. But my mind is too lazy to think of anything. So before I start rambling about random, unnecessary shit, I'mma gonna run now. SYS!!

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