Heather Blakewood's Story

Alexander yawned as he woke up, hearing a female's high pitched screaming. He immediately covered his ears with his hands, hoping that the noise would be a little muffled. But of course it didn't work. He sighed as he leaned against the wall in his darkened cell, waiting for breakfast to arrive. He glanced over at his cellmate, who looked as if he were still sleeping, but he couldn't be completely sure. The entire time this guy was here, they never really said much to each other. Mainly because Alexander was never the one to talk to people.

The male stood to his feet and made his way over to the bars. "Hello! Gonna bring me some food! I can't live without it!" he called out into the black hallway. "Besides, how else are you supposed to find out if your stupid experiments worked?

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Malivia began screaming at the top of her lungs the second she was pulled out of the van. She had no idea where she was, but she knew that she would become one of the experiments, the reason Sam was taken away from her. She kicked her legs as she was dragged into the building, immediately feeling cold and officially creeped out. "Get your filthy hands off of me!" she screamed. As soon as she was taken to the laboratory, finally she was knocked unconscious from a bit of chloroform...once again.

The next thing she noticed, she was waking up in a dark cell, with no idea why she was here or what happened. All she remembered was that she killed her brother. She glanced up, finding a blonde female who looked exactly like her, asking, "Why did you do it? How could you have possibly killed your own blood?" Malivia sighed and shrugged her shoulders, "I don't know Sami...I really don't," she mumbled as she looked down at the ground.

Alexander sighed as he turned around towards his cellmate and walked back over towards his bed. He glanced up at the small porthole window that was about five feet over his head, giving the only source of sunlight in that darkened cell. He plopped down on the bed and leaned against the wall. "I just wish they would hurry up. I'm starving." He wrapped his arms around his body as he felt himself beginning to get cold. He hated being here, all he wanted to do was get out and finally be free. After being there for fourteen years without any sense of freedom, being locked in a cell and having needles punched into his arm filled with God only knows what is the only life he ever really knew. Which was kind of sad. Though he just didn't seem to understand how his parents could be doing this to him. Not only did they throw his ass in there, his own parents were puncturing his skin with those horrible needles.

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Malivia immediately glanced up from the ground as she heard another female's voice. She hadn't known anyone other than her and Sami were in the cell. She noticed another blonde female who seemed to be a bit younger than her, but it didn't seem to be by very much. "My twin," she responded back. Though what Malivia didn't realize was that she was the only one who could see and hear her, because all Sami was was a figment of her imagination, the figment in her life that is holding all of her memories of who she was, why she was there, and whoever her close friends was...including Sammy. At this point she didn't even remember Sam, the guy who stood by her her entire life through all of her ups and downs. She had no idea who she was anymore.

Alexander shrugged his shoulders. "I've been here for about fourteen years give or take," he answered. Of course he was used to all of this by now, but he was honestly just tired of everything. Everyday, every person, he was tired of seeing it all everyday. Nothing ever changed. Though he was surprised to find that he had to switch cells and end up being a cellmate with this guy. Honestly he had no problems with him...yet. But who was he to judge someone without even knowing them first hand?

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Malivia sighed and shrugged her shoulders. "I don't remember much. All I can really remember is killing my brother and feeling no remorse over it," she answered. "How about you?" she questioned, trying to get to know this girl. Besides, if she was going to be living with her, she mind as well be friendly. Sami looked at her and rolled her eyes, [color=green]"Don't trust her, you can't trust anyone here,"[/green] the girl Malivia believes is her sister stated. Malivia shivered a bit and leaned her head against the cold, brick wall. She glanced over at her arm, finding that there was a bandage there. She went to pulled the bandage off, finding that that area was extremely painful. They must have shoved a needle through her arm or something.

Malivia nodded her head and watched as the guard came into the cell and placed their food down on their beds. She trembled at the sound of the guard's voice, speaking to the female in the cell with her. She felt terrified for the girl, but honestly there was nothing she could do about it. Malivia placed the bandage back over the open wound, so it wouldn't get infected. "Malivia," she answered with a soft sigh as she lifted the piece of toast from the plate and took a bite from it. This food didn't taste too good, but it was what she would have to deal with. Malivia knew she would have to get used to this place whether she wanted to or not, because no matter what she did she would end up spending the rest of her life her most likely.

Sami looked down at the female's plate and shook her head, "Poor, poor Malivia," she stated as she sat down on the bed beside Malivia and placed her hand upon her shoulder. Seconds later Malivia was knocked unconscious and dropped to the floor. The next thing Malivia knew, she was laying in the bed beside Sam, her best friend who was taken a couple years ago. She hadn't seen him since. She looked over at him, finding him laying on the bed, asleep. That's when the men in black coats came, taking her away.

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Alexander took the fork within his hand and immediately began to eat. He learned to eat everything and eat it fast to get passed the taste because that's all he would have until well into the night. The male looked over at Sammy after hearing him introduce himself, "I'm Alexander," he stated before shoving a huge bite of food into his mouth. "We need to find a way to get out of here. With my strength and everything and whatever it is that you can do, if anything, I'm sure it could work if we worked together," Alexander stated. After speaking he wolfed down the rest of his food and tossed the plate to the side. "So, are you up for it? Maybe we could get a couple others to help, give us more of a chance?"

Alexander nodded his head and shrugged his shoulders. "You never know unless we try. Let's just try to see if we could get a couple more people to help us when we're able to go out in the common area," he stated and instantly went silent when he heard a guard walking up to the cell. The male glanced over at him and sighed after hearing his words and nodded his head as he stood to his feet. Before walking over to the guard, he gave a quick glance to Sammy and turned all the attention over to the guard. "Alright, let's get this over with," he stated not even in the mood to fight him off right now. Besides, what was the point when he was going to plot a way to get out of there, hoping it'll work. The worst they could do is kill him and honestly, that would be a great thing to happen to him. He hated it here.

When Alexander was brought to the test room, he noticed a blonde, yet gorgeous female tied to a chair. He had never seen her before and he began to wonder when she arrived. Besides, he was locked in his cell for the past couple of days and not let out to the common area because of bad behavior. He sighed as he was sat down on one of the empty chairs and tied down. All he could stand to do was stare at the girl. If he was creeping her out, he wasn't sure but he didn't mean it if he was.

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Malivia awoke a couple minutes later, finding her alone in the cell. Well...almost alone. Sami came to her rescue and helped her to her feet and sat her down on the bed. "Are you alright?" Sami asked as she ran her fingers through Malivia's brunette strands. All Malivia could do was nod her head. Her head was pounding and she felt her nose dripping. She raised her hand up to her nose and pulled her hand away, finding a warm, red liquid on her fingers. Malivia sighed and leaned against the wall and began to speak to Sami, "I saw Sam being taken away. I remember it clearly. I wonder if he is even still here," she mumbled the last words to herself. She really did hope he was still alive and that she would be able to see him if he was. Sam had always been the best person in her life and now that he was gone, everything has been going to hell ever since he was taken from her. The night he was taken, she could remember that she was going to tell him something important, she just wasn't sure exactly what it was. Malivia pulled her knees to her chest and crossed her arms on top of her knees and laid her head down. She fell asleep just like that.

Just as Alexander opened his mouth to begin answering Heather's questions, he was cut off by the sound of heels against the cement. He turned his attention away from the petite blonde and straight to Dr. Amo as she began speaking. This was the first time he met this doctor, though he's heard a lot about her. From the things he heard, he knew this woman was a straight up bitch. Though he kept those thoughts to himself. The second she slid the needle into Heather's arm, all he wanted to do was spring from the chair and help her. But he knew that if he did that, he would be locked away in his cell again for the next few days and wouldn't be able to talk with Sammy about their escape plan, since they no longer shared a cell.

Instead he just closed his eyes and tried his best to dim out her screaming. He hated seeing others being hurt, especially when it's something he could help with. But he knew for certain it would be a bad idea. Alexander sighed and slowly opened his eyes as he looked around. This was the first time he had been in this laboratory as well. Usually he was in the one way down in the basement.

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Malivia heard sounds in the back of her mind as she laid on the bed asleep. In her dream she saw Sammy appear, speaking to her, asking if she was alright. Though once the high pitched scream rang through the building, she shot up out of the dead sleep and jumped a bit finding a blonde male right there in front of her, she didn't notice who it was at first. "You startled me," she stated as she glanced at his face, taking in his appearance. "Ohmygod! Sammy," she stated as she immediately wrapped her arms around his neck as she pounced on him. "Are you okay?" she started as she began looking over him for any sort of injuries they could have given him. "What did they do to you?"

Malivia couldn't believe she was finally seeing her best friend for the first time in two years. Though at that moment, her so called twin had to ruin the moment. "Aw, look at that. So eager to see him again," Sami whispered into Malivia's ear. "Oh, and he's gotten a lot more attractive over the years too," she added as she got close into Sammy's face. "Shut up, Sami," she stated as she glanced over towards the opposite end of the room where the blonde now stood.

As Alexander listened to the words sliding out of the doctor's mouth, all he could manage to do was grip onto the armrests so he wouldn't say anything that he would later regret. Though the second her hand collided with his face, the armrests crumbled beneath his hands, shattering to pieces that fell on the ground. But instead of standing up and running off like he would have done in the past after breaking through the bindings, he just sat there. Of course he wanted to get out of there and try to break free at that moment, but he wasn't going to leave Sammy or Heather behind like that. Alexander just didn't have it in him.

Even though he had a few choice words for him to say to Dr. Amo, he decided to keep those to himself as well. Everything that he was trying his best to keep to himself was beginning to eat him up. He couldn't wait until they got back to his cell so he could finally get the anger out of his system. But in the process he knew he would most likely end up scaring Heather, but he had no choice. He had to get it out later, and no matter the consequences, he would.

Alexander glanced over at Heather as she had the needle going into her spine. He ached for her, he wanted to help her, but now wasn't the time. He could feel all of the black gunk that was going into his system once again, probably beginning to make his blood no longer human blood, making it more acidic than it was before. Everyone who seems to touch his blood tended to get burns and even melted skin upon their bodies, he was surprised he was still alive himself from that sort of blood moving through his veins.

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Malivia sighed as she heard his question, wondering if she was alright. She leaned back against the wall and looked at him as she began to speak. "I don't know. I can't remember much of anything. It wasn't until just a couple hours ago that I even remembered you..." she stated as she put her head down, looking at the ground. She hated telling him that she hadn't remembered who he was, and honestly she hadn't even remembered how she felt about him at that moment. All she knew was that he was her best friend and she cared a great deal about him, just didn't know that she had loved him at one time.

Malivia glanced over at her bandage, covering her wound from one of the needles that was shoved into her arm. "They put something in my body, but I don't know what it is," she stated. "I woke up in here this morning with no idea of where I was or where I got this wound from."

Alexander rolled his eyes at Dr. Amo's words as the guards unbuckled him from the chair and began leading him and Heather to their cell. Once inside he immediately sat back down on his bed and couldn't manage to hold it in anymore. He punched the brick wall as hard a he could, making the walls around them shake, but not break. He let out a soft sigh and leaned back against the wall as he glanced over at Heather who began speaking. "Don't worry about it. Everyone feels pain, some are just able to hide it better than others. But you'll get used to it in the long run...sadly," he explained to her as he then cracked his knuckles, putting them back into place.

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"I don't know for certain, but I think I vaguely remember them talking about turning me into some sort of shifter...a uh...copycat," she started as if in thought. "Yeah, I think they want me to be a copycat," she said as she looked up at Sammy as she leaned in close to him. She always loved being wrapped in his arms, feeling his comfort. She sighed as she noticed Sami sitting down in front of her, beginning to mumble, "You were going to tell him something important, reveal something to him that might change your lives together, what was it Malivia...what was it?" she taunted Malivia. The brunette rolled her eyes at Sami's words and spoke, "I don't know Sami, just leave me alone right now," she stated, hoping the she would leave her alone and give her time to be with Sam.

Alexander finally just plopped down on the free bed, the one that Heather seemed to have claimed as her own. He glanced outside at the guards when he heard Heather's words. "I can't be completely sure. But time seems to have a mind of its own here in this hellhole, he stated as he placed his head in his hands, still trying to calm himself down.

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Malivia smiled and looked up into his eyes, "It's good to see you again too," she replied. She didn't know exactly what it was that she was feeling, but all she knew was that it felt good. Her heart seemed to skip a beat every time she heard him speak and all she wanted to do was be wrapped in his warm, strong arms. "I missed you Sam."

With Alexander's wolf like hearing, he was able to hear every scream that came out of Heather's mouth. He wanted to break through this cell and help her, but there was no use in trying. Alexander needed to keep himself calm if he wanted to get out of there, if he wanted his friends to survive. Though Alexander couldn't seem to understand why he had called Heather and Sammy his friends to begin with. He was never the type to have friends and care for others this much, even back before he was locked up in this cell. As a child he kept to himself and always played morbid pranks on all of the other kids, causing them all to be afraid of him.

The male sighed as he laid down on his bed and tried to get some peace, attempting to block out all of the screams coming from the most beautiful creature he had ever seen in his life, Heather. Ever since he had laid his hazel hues upon the female, his entire mind seemed to be connected to her. It was strange. It was as if he had known her for all her life and there was something much more than what they knew that was going on between them.

As the night went on, Alexander began feeling the pain surge through his body. The hole that was cut into Heather's hip, the pain she was feeling from the machine. Everything she was feeling, for some reason he was able to feel. Alexander wasn't sure if that was part of Dr. Amo's experiment on the two of them or if it was just all in his head. All he knew was that those answers would come when he sees Heather again. He'd be able to find out what they did to her, if she even remembered it. Some of the people he roomed with in the past sometimes forgot everything that happened in the laboratory, like Dr. Amo didn't want them to know what was going on with their own body.

Finally the screaming stopped after a couple hours and not only did the screaming stop but everything he was feeling came to a sudden halt. Alexander sensed that something was wrong. Not only was it wrong...it was terribly wrong. After everything that happened he could no longer sense that Heather was around...anywhere. This terrified Alexander. He wanted to know what was going on, he wanted to know what happened to her. If Heather was killed by this stupid experiment, he was definitely going to get his revenge out on Dr. Amo.

Though just as he began to stand to his feet, the connection came back. He could sense Heather was alright...though she seemed to be different. A couple moments later he heard footsteps coming down the hallway. The guards opened the cell and carried Heather inside and set her down on the bed, the entire time Alexander kept his eyes locked upon the men. The second they closed the cell's door and walked away he made his way to her bedside.

"Are you alright? What did they do to you?" he questioned in both fear and concern for the both of them.

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Malivia was glad she wasn't the only one who felt alone without the other. Though she couldn't help but feel this strange pull between their hearts the second that Sammy leaned in and kissed her. Without a second thought, Malivia's reaction was to kiss him back and that was exactly what she did. But when Sammy pulled away she looked into his eyes as she heard him speak to her and the next second, she blacked out. She once again passed out and fell backwards, hitting her head on the hard, cement ground. Strangely, Malivia hadn't felt a single bit of pain from the collision.

Malivia stood in her prom dress, a dark, oceanic blue that flowed down from her hips in a Cinderella like appearance. Her brunette strands were in tight curls. But instead of Sammy, she was going with someone else, someone who always seemed to have it out for Sammy. Why was she going to prom with a boy who always wanted to harm her best friend, the boy she came to love?

When Malivia walked down the stairs into the foyer of her home, she opened the door finding Sammy's mortal enemy from high school standing before, dressed in a tux with a corsage in his hand. He reached towards her arm and placed the corsage upon her, though she didn't know that the corsage had a mic and a tracker inside of it. This boy was working with the Black Mists for a while and Malivia had just found that out. That's how they figured out that she had finally gone rogue, that she had killed her brother.

At that point, Alexander couldn't control himself, his anger took over. "What the fuck do you think I felt? I felt everything you were doing to that defenseless girl. It was horrible. How could you torture her and everyone else here like this and not feel a single bit of remorse afterwards? You're nothing but a pathetic monster!" he shouted to Dr. Amo, knowing that there would be consequences coming his way, but he honestly didn't care anymore.

Alexander couldn't stand the way this woman was treating everyone. Honestly he didn't care about how he was treated, but after seeing and feeling everything that Heather was getting done to her, that was the last straw. The male sat there, glaring at the doctor, no longer allowing words to waterfall from his lips. He glanced over towards Heather, hoping that he hadn't scared her. Most of the time when other's are around and he starts yelling, people tended to get scared. Honestly he hadn't had any idea why that always happened with him but right now wasn't the time to worry about that.

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Malivia slowly opened her eyes, finding herself staring up at Sammy, who was looking down at her with a concerned look. She went to sit up, but found herself feeling dizzy, pain surged through her head and once again her nose was beginning to bleed. Her blonde counterpart, Sami knelt down on the opposite side of Malivia and sighed, "The more memories you receive, the faster I disappear," Sami stated to her before standing to her feet and walking to the other side of the room before Malivia was able to say anything to her.

"Craig, he was working with these fuckers all along! He was reporting back to them...and um...I went to prom with him. The corsage he gave me had a mic and and tracker in it," she mumbled the last part, hoping that she wouldn't have hurt his feelings. After that kiss, she knew that she had fallen in love with him and instantly found out how he felt towards her.

Alexander sighed as he felt Heather's thumb rubbing against his hand, knowing she was trying to calm him down. But when he noticed Dr. Amo get the Lead Sprinkler, all he could seem to do was smirk. Yes he could feel the pain, but it didn't bother him as much as it would if the experiments hadn't taken its toll on him. He was used to the pain and honestly there was nothing this bitch could do to him to change how he acted. Besides, the worse she could do is kill him and he didn't care anymore.

Just as soon as the burns appeared, they healed, making it seem as if they had never been there in the first place. "Like I said, what do you think? I felt everything you did to her, I already answered your fucking question!" Alexander knew there would be more coming for him and honestly he couldn't control his temper at this moment. Once he was fired up, it took an awful lot to calm him down.

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Malivia sighed and shrugged her shoulders, "I don't know...I don't even know about our own history," she responded to him with a low, saddened tone as she felt him hold the cloth to her nose. All she could seem to think about in this moment was everything she couldn't remember about the times she spent with Sammy. Was this the first time they kissed, did she sleep with him, how long have they known each other? All these questions she had no answers to seemed to consume her.

As the machine turned on, all he could hear was Heather's screams and all he could feel was the pain that was surging through him. The male bit down on his lip, concealing the screams. He was used to the pain, but that didn't mean it didn't hurt like hell. "Okay, okay! I'll cooperate with you!" he shouted to her once the pain stopped. He sighed and leaned back against the chair, "It hurt okay...is that what you wanted to hear? Just don't do that to her again! he exclaimed, a bit calmer than before so nothing more would happen to Heather.

Alexander didn't know why, but he cared so much for Heather. He just didn't want to see her get hurt and if that meant cooperating with this bitch, then he would do so. But God did he hate Dr. Amo so much! All he wanted to do was to jump out from this chair and tear her to pieces, which he could do once he got free from the chair, but he knew better. All that would happen is that Dr. Amo would be replaced and so on. It was already bad enough he had to deal with this bitch, he didn't need to bring in another doctor to torment Heather and the others.

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In the middle of all of Malivia's troubling thoughts, she was broken out of her trance. Sammy told her he loved her and she could tell he meant it. But she wasn't even sure how she felt about this man. Of course she felt this huge, burning connection between the two of them, but she had to get to know Sammy all over again.

Malivia slowly sat up and looked at him. "Um, I don't know what to say. I mean...maybe if my memories weren't taken I might have loved you too. It's just that," she looked down as she finished speaking. "I'll have to get to know you all over again, find out who you are, who I am," she responded with a soft sigh. It hurt telling him this, but she knew it would be better if she just told him the truth instead of pulling him along, making him believe in something that wasn't true.

Once the machine turned back on, stretching Heather a bit more, he could once again feel the pain. But once the machine was turned off again, the pain went away. He hoped that Heather would be okay, that she wasn't extremely injured from that stupid contraption. The second Dr. Amo spit in Alexander's face, he gripped onto the arms of the chair and squeezed them until they cracked. He kept his cool for Heather's sake. He didn't care what happened to him, but now that they could feel every bit of pain the other could, he needed to keep control of himself. Alexander didn't want to be the reason Heather got hurt. Once he heard the way Heather felt towards Alexander, he sighed. He couldn't have anyone feel this way towards him, he wasn't the greatest person in the world...this was a problem.

Once he was placed back into the cell, he glanced over at Heather and sighed as he shook his head. "You shouldn't be the one apologizing. It was my fault that you were put in this pain. If I just kept my mouth shut, this never would have happened in the first place," he stated to her as he sat down on his bed in the cell. Not only was he pissed off at Dr. Amo, he was now angry with himself.

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Malivia stood to her feet and paced back and forth through the room. "Don't worry about it," she stated to him as she shrugged her shoulders. She sighed a bit before pausing, staring through the only window in the cell. The size of a porthole. The sky was beautiful, nice and blue. How she only wished to be outside, enjoying the wonderful day instead of being here.

After a couple minutes a guard came up to Malivia and Sammy's cell, taking Malivia with them. "It's your turn Malivia," the guard stated as he lead her out the cell. Malivia looked to Sammy with a look full of nothing but fear as she was taken out the cell and lead down the hall to the laboratory. This was the same room she was taken into when she arrived early that morning.

She was tied to a chair by the guards before a blonde, petite doctor came into the room, wearing a white coat. "Hello Malivia. I'm Dr. Amo," she introduced to Malivia as she brought a needle filled with a clear liquid and pierced her skin, sending the liquid to go into her bloodstream. At that moment, she began screaming. The liquid was spreading throughout her DNA, changing everything in its path. Oh, the pain she felt, she couldn't bare it. The female felt twin waterfalls slide down her cheeks as the pain continued.

"Why are you doing this to me?" she screamed at the top of her lungs, but she got no answer. Instead Dr. Amo was beginning to hook up a machine, one that can mess with Malivia's brain to make her shift without wanting to, just to be sure it was working.

"Bring her over here," Dr. Amo demanded to the guards. They untied her from the chair and brought her over, hooking her up to the machine. At that moment, Dr. Amo placed a vision of someone she knew into Malivia's brain. After pushing a button, that triggered Malivia's senses to begin shifting, she shifted into the woman that was on the screen, the vision Dr. Amo sent to her brain. Dr. Amo smirked as she circled around Malivia, checking out each and every detail. "Not yet," Dr. Amo mumbled to herself before shutting the machine off, causing Malivia to return to herself.

"After dinner you will return and I will give you more of the substance you received earlier. Oh, and tell Sammy I said hi," Dr. Amo stated before telling the guards to take her to her cell. When Malivia was taken back to the cell, she was sat down on her bed. She seemed completely out of it, unaware of everything that was going on at that moment.

As Heather made her way over to Alexander, he was able to feel the pain that she was going through just to walk. But he kept his mouth shut because he knew that she needed to move around or her entire body will become stiff once it heals. "Honestly, it might be a good thing for me...but not for you. With my temper, I could be the reason Dr. Amo puts you in pain whether it's directly or not," Alexander stated to her as he leaned back against the wall, his legs bent, knees in the air with his arms draped over his knees.

"I just don't want to be the reason you get hurt is all."

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Malivia just stared right through Sammy, as if he wasn't even there. The next thing she knew, she passed out once again, falling forward. All of her forgotten memories seemed to flood through her, causing her body to begin shaking as if she were going into a seizure, her nose was bleeding once again, tears streaming down her face. Throughout all of this, she couldn't feel or hear anything, all she was aware of was all of her memories that were flowing back to her.

Alexander sighed and shook his head. "How can you not mind that you've been getting hurt because of me? I can't control my temper Heather and it's not only a problem for myself anymore, it's now a problem for you as well," he explained to her in pure confusion and concern. All Alexander wanted was for Heather to be safe, no matter what it was he had to do. If he had to strain himself to keep his temper under control, that's what he would do. But when he does finally blow after holding everything in, all he knows is that it wouldn't be the greatest thing that could happen, to anyone in the crossfire.

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Malivia suddenly froze, no longer shaking, just staring up at Sammy. She was in complete pain, her entire body was throbbing and once again her nose was bleeding. But something was different, she suddenly remembered everything about her life, about who she was. Without a sudden hesitation, Malivia shot up and wrapped her arms around Sammy, locking her lips with his. She kissed him with every amount of passion she had felt for him throughout the years. As she kissed him, her heart beat sped up. She was nervous...completely nervous about how he would respond.

Alexander sighed and nodded his head. He had no idea what to say to her about everything that was going on right now. For right now all he wanted to do was sit there in silence, contemplating a way to get out of here, with both Heather and Sammy. He glanced towards the door, hoping not to see any guards around. "Do you want to get out of here?" he questioned to Heather, completely serious.

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Malivia sighed and looked into his eyes. "I wasn't ready...but now I remember everything Sammy...everything," she stated to him before pulling away a bit, giving them both their personal space. She was still in complete pain, every movement sent a huge surge of pain throughout her body.

"I think whatever they did to me in the lab triggered my memories somehow..." she stated to him with a sigh as she bit down on her lip, keeping herself from screaming from the pain she was still feeling. Malivia knew she needed to be strong...she needed to get out of here, no matter what it took. "I want to get out of here Sammy," she finally stated to him with every bit of seriousness in her voice.

"I know we can get out of here if we put our minds together and use our powers against them. I have someone else who might be willing to help...my old cell mate, Sammy. When we have our free time I'll introduce you to him and hopefully we can come up with an idea to get out of here...besides, what could they do to us that they haven't already. If we're going to be in here for the rest of our lives, we can at least attempt an escape," he explained, hoping that she would accept the offer to get out of there, that she would come with him.

Alexander hated the thought of leaving her behind, but if she wasn't going to join him, he had no choice. He desperately needed to live a normal life, not one as a scientific guinea pig.

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Malivia sighed, "What's the point in staying here when we're practically dead to the world to begin with. This isn't living Sammy. Honestly, I'd rather die then stay in here and I want you to come with me, do this with me," she stated to him as she looked into his eyes. She was fighting every part of her that wanted to kiss him, she didn't want to interrupt this conversation, this was important.

Alexander was about to say something but before he had the chance, he was cut off by her lips locking with his. After she pulled away he just sat there, staring at her, frozen. He didn't know what to say, what to do, he's never been kissed like this. He could feel that there was something between them, but he didn't want to accept it. Alexander had always been a loner, never wanted to have other people in his life. But as he sat there, he looked into her eyes. He could feel himself becoming weak, which wasn't good. He couldn't be weak, not here, not now. But Alexander seemed to have given into it, he leaned in and kissed her, cupping her cheek with his left hand.

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Malivia sighed and shook her head, she didn't seem to understand. "But Sammy, the longer I'm here, the more pain I'll suffer regardless of if we escaped or not. I'd rather at least give it a shot, to say I did at least attempt to get out of this hellhole. I can't just sit around and let them to this to us! It's completely wrong!" she stated as she felt tears beginning to stream from her cheeks.

She hated crying in front of him, but there was nothing she could do about it. Ever since she had that shot of whatever that clear stuff was, it was messing with her emotions...horribly. It was beginning to make Malivia feel like she was becoming bipolar, which she hoped was only a side affect that would go away after a little while. Malivia hates feeling like she has no control over her emotion, it makes her show sides to people she would rather keep hidden.

Alexander pulled away from Heather when he heard the cell door open. He honestly didn't understand why he was so drawn to kiss her back. Maybe it had something to do with whatever Dr. Amo was doing to them. Part of him hoped that's what it was, but if it wasn't, he truly felt bad for this woman. Alexander was far from stable, far from being someone to be in a relationship with. All he would end up doing it hurting Heather whether he meant it or not and he certainly didn't want that to happen. Instead of talking about the kiss as they walked through the halls, he kept quiet and sat down on one of the empty chairs in the room.

The second he sat down, he noticed Sammy, the guy he was rooming with before Heather earlier that morning. Instead of speaking to Heather about the kiss, he ignored what she said and stood to his feet before walking over to him. As he stepped up to him, he noticed the girl he was walking with was holding hands with him. At that moment many questions about their relationship seemed to seep in within his mind. But he shook the thoughts out of her head.

"Hey, what's up?" he questioned as his gaze left the tanned, brunette female and looked to Sammy.

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Malivia smiled and looked into his eyes, as she heard him speak, accepting the idea of trying to escape. She couldn't believe she was able to break his way of thinking on this. She was never able to make him change his mind once his mind was made up. But this time, she was glad she did. It would give them a chance to live out their lives together outside of this stupid place, in happiness. Just as she opened her mouth to begin giving ideas, she was cut off by the sound of the guards opening the cell door. She prayed that she wouldn't have to go back to that laboratory. That place scared her to death, but she knew that eventually she would have to.

She stood to her feet and followed Sammy out of the cell, with her hand intertwined in his. Once they made it to the room, she glanced around, taking a look for Heather. She really wanted to see if Heather wanted to join into the plan as well. Even though Malivia hadn't known her for long, she still cared for her and wanted her to have a chance as well.

Just before Malivia was going to break away from Sammy, she noticed a very attractive guy making his way over to them. He glanced at her, making her glance down at the ground and bite her lip. She was never comfortable around new people, especially when she didn't have any clue about what they wanted from her. Once he started talking to Sammy, she calmed down, realizing that he had known him.