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Survive: Anything Can Happen

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Gray Shakrey [0] "Achoo! I don't feel so good.."
Shianu Mika [0] "Why is it that you keep avoiding me. I wont kill your girlfriend. I promise! It was only 1......2 times I'm telling you! It was an accident..."
Andrei Winter [0] "It doesn't matter that you don't like me..."
Med Usa [0] "You'll never leave me, because I'll never let you."

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The streets are empty, save for the cars that line the sidewalk, like all their occupants had simply disappeared off the face of the Earth. No, that wasn’t right. Where was the chaos? The burning buildings? The lack of noise is the most unnerving part of Nowhere. There are no signs of life, only an empty city. A shell of glorious places like New York City, London, Paris, Tokyo. The street signs are set up, but the actual streets are painted away, crossed out with black lines of paint. Or maybe just dark blood, it’s hard to tell in the pre-dawn light.

It doesn’t look that hard to get out of, but if one were to travel to the very edges a large wall, one that could contest the Berlin Wall of the past, would stop them. But no, there were no guards. No spotlights. Just a thing of concrete, of steel, impossible to climb by all but the most skilled of hikers. And the monsters that roamed the border between freedom and captivity… Armed with heavy metal armor, fangs glistening between pink gums, claws curved and sharpened. No, you would not get past the wall. You would be lucky if you got to the wall.

The city is not that bad of a place, when you think of it. The streetlights come on at exactly seven thirty each night, and turn off at seven am the next morning. There is running water, and the plumbing works, so you never need to worry about that. There is air-conditioning and plenty of food, kept safe in various stores and warehouses around Nowhere. Monsters guard some; others just lie around their containers, wasting away as their expiration dates come closer and closer. Or so you can assume: none of the packages actually have dates on them, making Nowhere seem even more timeless (as if the lack of calendars, and of clocks, wasn’t enough).

There are not many important buildings. Plenty of offices, huge skyscrapers that tower over the streets, casting dark shadows over the streets. The city hall, flagpole empty, waits with an eerie silence, doors closed tight. It is constantly dark, but if you were to enter you know you’d find nothing important inside. Just empty cabinets, dead computers, waiting for someone to make the first entries about the citizens of Nowhere. The nonexistent, never to move in, citizens of Nowhere, that is.

There are other somewhat important (or at least notable) buildings, besides the city hall. The zoo, where the monsters lurk in dark cages, breaking free every once in a while to wreck havoc among the buildings, doing what damage that they can. Instead of lions there are chimeras, instead of tigers there are hellhounds, and instead of bears there are hydras. All sorts of beasts, and everything in between. There are enough claws to arm an army, and really, that’s what the zoo is. A base for a monster army, just waiting to be let loose onto a city that cannot defend itself. And these are not even all the monsters.

Then there is the hospital. One of the few buildings to be locked, the key might be somewhere, but who knows? You could always try your luck in breaking down the doors, but that might cause unwanted attention. Then again, when you need medical supplies, the hospital seems to be the only place with them. Bandages, anesthetics, needles, and all sorts of medicine lie inside. And, strangely enough, all the pharmacies seem to be out of everything except for the most lackluster of medical care.

But who would care about the hospital when there is the wonderful and quite lovely museum to attend? Grand halls of excellent forgeries (or, perhaps, the real things). Paintings hanging in dim light, marble statues missing body parts, and showing others. Skeletons of animals long since dead, with little cards informing you exactly the tragedies that were their lives. Inside there is a small café, where the hungry viewer can grab a bite to eat (not before microwaving the frozen meals), and a small gift shop, with stuffed mammoths and dinosaur puzzles. And downstairs, if you can find the entrance, a basement, but who knows what secrets lie down there?




Med groaned as he woke up. His head hurt. His whole body hurt. He felt like he had been hit by a bus, or maybe gotten into a mob and beaten up. That had happened once. Those people had been mean. Med had to get rid of them, and it had taken him a while to calm down after that. He sat up slowly, frowning to himself. Where was he? He couldn’t see anything, only dark shapes lurking in the room. He whimpered a little, clutching at air. He felt like he was on some kind of bed, but it was the most uncomfortable bed ever, and wasn’t very high either. It took him a moment to realize he was actually on the floor, which was harsh concrete.

“That’s not nice,” he muttered as he stood. All his memories were a little murky, now. He remembered opening his door at his home, and someone pointing something at him. A gun? It was possible, but Med didn’t remember. Then everything went black… No, there was something else. “Gray. Gray Shakrey.” That was it. The name that he had been told. Someone on his team, something like that. And he was trapped in this city, called Nowhere, but not why. “This is really weird,” he added as he looked around the room again. Now that his eyes were adjusting, he could see what the shapes were.

“Oh, I didn’t know you guys followed me,” Med said with a laugh as he ran up to the nearest statue. It was a young woman with flowing hair, arms out like she was opening a door with one hand and holding a child back with the other. Her face was one of pure shock, and her eyes were wide with a flash of fear. “Hello Belle! I haven’t seen you in… In a few days, have I?” Med laughed again, running over to a different statue. This one was a man, somewhere in his forties, face full of terror. He held one hand up, like he was shielding his face from something.

Med frowned before jumping forward and shoving the statue forward, letting out a feral growl. The stone fell to the ground with a clatter, but didn’t break. It had already lost one arm, the one not trying to cover the man’s face, a while ago. Med wasn’t sure when, it had been that long ago. He stepped back, panting heavily. I thought he was in the back, Med thought. He shook his head.

“It’s not important,” he told himself. He looked around and saw what he was looking for: a slight crack of light, showing that there was a door out of this dark place. Walking towards it, Med ignored his other friends. He didn’t feel like talking to them. It’s not like they ever spoke back. No, they were all rude and refused to talk to him anymore. Med wasn’t sure why, but he always felt lonely when he was with them. Stupid, he thought to himself. They’re your friends! Why would you feel lonely with them right next to you? He couldn’t shake the feeling that he was being watched as he left the basement and climbed up the stairs, to emerge into the dimly lit museum.

The lights were off, but the sun was slowly coming up, so Med could see enough. He stopped walking and looked around. It had shiny marble floors and lots of fancy and expensive looking stuff inside, but it was completely empty. Med’s frown grew. I hope I’m not here all alone, he thought. I need to find… Gray. Yes, that was his name. He’s supposed to help me, be my friend. I want to find him. I need to find him. I will find him, and he’ll be my friend, Med thought.

“But where to start?” The museum, because even Med realized that was where he had to be, looked so big… So empty… And empty. Med was all alone. Shaking his head and ignoring the chill running up his spine, Med walked forward, deciding to explore a little. Hopefully he’d find someone, the someone named Gray who was going to help him and become his best friend.

Unfortunately the section Med happened to turn into was the statues ‘from Ancient Greece’. Med let out an animalistic snarl, which echoed around the room. Who were these people? He didn’t remember any of them! And he certainly didn’t destroy so many. Then he seemed to realize that most of them were naked, and covered his face, going bright red. He fell to the ground, hitting it with a sound thunk, and then let out a cry of pain.

“I… Ah!” Med let out another cry and then started to cry softly to himself, the sound echoing in the room.

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Shianu opened one eye. Her body was aching. Her arm was pulsing. She was loosing blood for laying on it for too long. Her back was the biggest part in pain. It felt as if she was being stabbed a billion times. She seemed to be looking at a gate. It was filled with some ominous creature. Her other eye fluttered open. Her vision focused and she could see a bit more clearly. She was looking at some type six-headed shadow. Shianu's arm shifted and she could feel the blood flowing through her arm again. The needles were stabbing her arm. Every prick filling her arm with pain. It was as if someone was tickling her arm with...needles. Shianu sat up and rubbed her dry and droopy eyes. She seemed to have been bare foot. Wearing a pair of red shorts and a white fluffy tang top. She shifted her attention to the mysterious shadow behind the giant cage. The figure was huge and it seemed as if there was six tentacles flying around.

Only when there was an ear piercing scream from the creature, did Shianu react. She bolted up from the green metal bench she woke up on. She stared at the roaring gate. She seemed to have curiosity building up within her, because she couldn't help but step closer to the scary creature. She tried to get a better picture of the creature. Then when she did, she couldn't help but stumble back. There was a six-headed dragon. A fire demon. A Hydra..... The Hydra stared at her with deadly eyes. The creature almost looked as if all of his heads were grinning at the shuddering Shianu. On of the Hydra's heads popped threw the bars of the gate. The Hydra head slowly opened his mouth and made a awful sound. A tie between a scream and a gurgle. Shianu knew what was going to happen next. She turned and sprint for the protective bench. She slid under its fire proof shelter just before fire emitted from the throat of the towering beast.

Shianu was breathing heavily. It was her first time in the game show and already she was almost to be massacred by a giant dragon. She looked behind the bench to see the Hydra's head stuck. The fiery beast couldn't remove his head from the bars clutches. He seemed to have become flustered and frustrated. The Hydra swung his body side to side and destroyed one of the bars. Everything else was easy from there. The whole cage burst into raining metal. The bars and the rest of the cage was mangled and the Hydra was free. Out of the shadows the creature looked all the more deadly. The monster made another moan and searched for the pink haired sissy. Shianu didn't know what to do. She held her breathe and waited for the worst. The Hydra roamed around the area and finally popped his heads over the bench to find a wide eyed girl. The Hydra didn't hesitate, neither did Shianu. The Hydra reached down to gulp up poor helpless Shianu. But she darted away just in time. Landing in wet patch of grass. The grass was soon burned up and sent into flames as the Hydra flamed in hunger. Shianu screamed as her face was almost torched.

Shianu was always known for her agility.

Shianu ran and ran until she reached an old building. She ran into is and ran up the stairs. Every step perfectly placed with her rough feet, that were bleeding slightly. On the stairs there was bloody footprints. They weren't perfect or full though. When she made it up to the top floor she was breathing like no tomorrow. Her heart was pounding, from being scared and from the vigorous running. She hid behind a desk and looked out the glass window threw a sliver of light from the desk. It was sturdy and warm. She could stay there until she would meet her worst. It was very quiet. She started to think that the Hydra didn't see her. So carefully she stepped over to the window and gazed down to the street she passed to get there. She looked down and down until she couldn't see anything. She sighed and let a couple heavy breathes go through. That was scary as hell. How am I still alive? I haven't even used my power. Then all of a sudden there was a big crash. The building started tipping forward.

Shianu was smashed against the window. The building slowly falling. The bottom floor was destroyed for sure. The Hydra's tail stuck out from the building. He was stuck. Somehow the own dumb creature got himself stuck in his own murder. He screamed as the building finally put him to an end. The building then started tipping faster and more forward. Tears filled up in Shianu's eyes as she looked down at her death. Then she heard a deadly creak as a desk started sliding for the window. "No....NO!" The desk was heavy enough to destroy the window. Sending Shianu to her death. She spoke words in a mumbled breathe,"Open the Gates of Hell and Release the Hawk!" Then the desk reached the window and a shattering sound was made. The desk destroyed at the street. Little bits of wood flying around. Then you could hear the cracks clearly from the hole where the desk was. Then the whole window collapsed and Shianu let out a shriek. Although there were words put into the shriek,"ANDREI!" The only person she could think of. Her partner that was supposed to share her death with her. The person she was wishing for.

She fell as she covered her face. Her eyes squeezed shut as she waited for impact. Tears coming from her eyes and flowing up. Then out of the corner of her eye she saw a dark purple... hawk! She was caught right before she fell to the street. She was dragged over to a far area away from the street where she was and the zoo. She was set carefully on a sidewalk. all of her weight transferring. The hawk then disappeared. Leaving Shianu alone to watch the building collapse. She cried into her knee's. "Andrei, where are you?" Tears dropped and made little stains on the concrete.

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Silent wind was the only thing which inhabited the streets of Nowhere. Not a sound was made, the streets lay dormant and free from life. The houses did too. Many strive for a place where they can hear nothing, however it is a lot eerier than it sounds. Andrei awoke only minutes ago, finding himself lying on the cold hard floor just outside of a hospital. It didn’t resemble the one in which he stayed at, but perhaps he was transferred. He could not remember what happened last, only that he woke up here, puzzled and scared. Now the boy had disregarded all emotions to do with his surrounding and was busy scratching at the wall of a nearby house with a piece of chalk he found lying next to him. It seemed to set up, either that or it was a strange coincidence. His hand seemed to move by itself, scraping and clawing against the brickwork, leaving behind a dusty white trail. It read;

'Shianu Mika'

It looked like a name, though Andrei was unsure why it came to his mind first. He stood back and dropped the chalk to the floor, contemplating what the words actually meant. Partner. Was the next word which entered his head, told to him by one of the voices he heard. They were not clear, in fact it seemed like a huge mass of voices all talking at once but uttering the same word. The word was not any clearer than those before, however there might have been a definite link between the two. Andrei’s mind was busy working, blocking out voices, to make the connection. To unlock a memory. After a few minutes of staring at the wall with nothing but a vacant look in his eyes, Andrei gave up trying to figure it all out and decided it would be best to search for whoever this Shianu Mika was. Though, it might not even be a name and he could be sent on a wild goose chase. Taking one last look at the name on the wall and noting it down on a blank page of his notebook, Andrei span on his heels and wandered down the streets.

They were baron, no life roamed them and no sounds could be heard even if you listened closely. It wouldn’t come as a surprise to find out that no one even lived in this town. Play. He picked out a word from the ocean once again, scribbling it down on yet another page of his notebook. It was best to always write down these words in case they would help him later, usually they never did. They were just a bunch of ramblings where every once in a while one coherent word would shine out from the rest. On rare occasions, some phrases would be found. There was the sound of a large crash coming from behind. Andrei froze on the spot until the noise died down, where he finally got the courage to turn around and look. In the distance there was a building which seemed to sway with the breeze, though there was no breeze. Not one which could move a large building like that anyway. It was… strange. The possibility remained that it could always be a hallucination, they were not uncommon for the Schizophrenic teen. However, Andrei could swear that someone was calling his name. “ANDREI!” It came from the distance, from the rocking building. It could not be possible though, no one knew his name, he never hung around long enough with anyone to befriend them and give them his name. It was probably just a auditory hallucination, like the voices in his head.

This is where we should all see red.


A phrase was easily picked out from the voices as they stopped for a mere moment to allow one to come forward. The words were confusing, but seemed full of danger. A few moments later, the building collapsed to the floor. Andrei could have sworn he saw a flash of crimson red, someone could have been in the building and was now injured. Without really thinking about it anymore, Andrei sprinted as fast as he could down the road and towards the ruins of the building. His eye just caught sight of a purple bird soaring off into the sky, before landing just a few blocks away. Andrei skidded to a halt when he came to the remains of the building, something seemed buried under it. What that was though he could not tell, it looked extremely large though and not human. What looked to be a tail, curled out from under the building. It was green, scaly and by no means small. Fly Away. Andrei’s eyes darted up to the sky and working out where the bird had landed. He couldn’t work out an exact position but he managed to get a faint idea.

Answers lye where that bird landed, he was sure of it. Goodbye in your special way. Andrei ran as fast as he could in fear of the creature reanimating and killing him. It can happen to you. He closed his eyes as if it could give him more speed, nothing chased him though. His feet moved quickly on the ground, slamming down hard and creating a large clacking sound, he almost tripped over once or twice due to the speed he was forcing himself to move at. Eventually he noticed a figure in the distance, curled up and crying into their own legs. It looked small, human shaped but who knew. “Andrei, where are you?” the person knew his name, but did not notice his presence. Andrei came to a slow halt, stopping a few meters away from the person. He could now tell that it was female, not of a great height however her long flowing pink hair flooded the floor. It resembled waves of an ocean and was classed as beautiful. To remind me that I’m alone. Andrei gulped, he moved a few steps forward but stopped when he noticed that the girl was crying. Until I saw your blue eyes cry. He shook his head, taking a few more steps towards the crying girl until he stood just a few feet away. He opened his mouth to say something, but the words would not come out. He could not remember what to say. Scrambling through his pocket, he pulled out the notebook and read through the last pages, stopping on the name he wrote down. Stand my ground. “Excuse me…” Andrei uttered the words, unknown if the girl actually heard them or not. “Shianu Mika?” He held open the page of the name, holding it up to show her.

When she would look up, she would see a innocent teen with stark white hair. It blew gently in the breeze, occasionally covering his eyes and the scar on his face. One eye was a deep red, the other was a dull grey. The scar covered most of his left side, a star above his eye and concealed beneath most of his hair. Below his eye the mark continued, a line down before reaching outwards and curving down, a line struck through the line downwards. He was dressed in a black uniform with a badge or seal, those who lived where Andrei did would recognize this as the garments psychiatric patients would wear. His identity number 0913 was embodied beneath the seal in a red thread. The sleeves concealed his burnt left arm, with the addition of two white gloves to aid this. Andrei’s face held a rather peculiar expression, he was neither happy nor sad, more hopeful than anything mixed with confusion.

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The darkness came seeping in. There was a dull throbbing in his head and an echoing of growls that seemed to resonate all around him. Gray squeezed his eyes shut and held his head, pushing in his temples as headache fogged up his already foggy mind. There was no answer to what was possibly going on right now. He could be dying, he could be blind, he could be going insane, he could be... Well, he didn't feel much different than he normally did. He always thought death would bring relief. If he was dead, he wouldn't be having these headaches or that twisting, sickening feeling in the pit of his stomach that told him two things: the food he ate for dinner last night was not agreeing with him and that something very horribly bad was happening at this very moment.

He refused to let his eyes open, though, even as something slick and scaly slithered by, brushing his arm just slightly. Gray tensed, but he didn't move. He swore he could feel his heart stop and his breathing cease. He had to pretend to be dead and whatever it was would leave him alone. It would realize that it's prey was no fun and it would grow bored and eventually move on. Unless, of course, it was a bug or a vulture, then playing dead would just spark its interest even more. Oh, already, he could feel the stabbing sensation of a beak of a delighted ugly bird tearing into his stomach and yanking out all his sick, gooey entrails..

Okay, that was enough to convince him to get up. Gray opened his eyes. They were hazy and he had to rub the sleep out of them. Sniffing harshly, he took a look around at his situation. It turns out, he had nothing to worry about: it was actually much worse than he originally thought it was. Blinking as he sat up to come face-to-face with a creature with the body of a snake...only about a hundred-times larger than any snake he'd ever seen, in life or on television. Dead. I'm dead. I'm dying, I'm dying, I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead. Holding back the scream that threatened to choke his already sore throat, Gray slowly got to his feet. It was like having a staring contest with this monstrous snake: neither opponent wished to leave the sight of the other. The question was, who would be whose prey? It would all come down to who ran first. Their eyes were locked, both unblinking. Gray felt a sense of stubbornness and pride fueling his urge to remain where he was. He wouldn't back down to this...monster! He would show it who's boss. He would stand his ground and show this snake that he was the danger here. If he ran, he would lose. No way that was happening!

...So as he was running down the wide, empty streets, a name echoed in his mind. Med Usa. The sudden memory confused him, but there was no way he was going to stop running now because of it. The snake was already happy enough as is with having its prey darting away from its casual slithering self--he didn't want to give it an actual chance of eating him. Just as he suddenly skidded down a narrow alleyway, the snake gliding past him in momentary surprise, Gray heard the sounds of someone crying. He cocked his head, but knew he didn't have much time to wonder who or what it was. Med, Med, Med, he kept saying to himself, narrowly avoiding the snake as it turned back around and shot its over-sized head down the alleyway after him. He leaped daringly up, landing on the snake's back, plopping onto his bottom. He felt dazed. His head was still fuzzy and his sinuses were too seriously stuffed up for this kind of physically activity. Med! he remembered suddenly once again. Med would help him. His partner, if he could recall correctly. Yeah.

The snake must of gotten to the realization that it was, indeed, way too large to do much of anything in this alleyway and continued slithering to the other end of it despite it's new passenger--stopping after it managed to slam head-first into what appeared to be a museum in a fit of rage. "Now, there's something I feel like I should be doing here..." Gray mumbled to himself, staring off into space as he almost enjoyed the ride. Well, it wasn't bad once you got past the idea that you were riding on the back of an extremely deadly and dangerous serpent that stretched out to the length of a football field and a half. The ride came to a sudden stop and the sound of hissing snapped Gray out of his momentary daze. He shuddered and dreaded the idea of looking behind him at the sight he knew he was bound to see, but was smart enough to know if he didn't see his enemy, there was no way he'd be able to avoid its sharp, poison-dripping fangs (the size of his head, no doubt).

As he was turning slowly around, eyes half-lidded and right arm sleeve wiping at his runny nose, Gray still managed to see past the rubble and dust and catch the sight of another distraction in the distance. He was surrounded now, he realized, by many ancient Greek or Roman statues and, among them, was a boy on the ground who appeared to either be hurt or admiring the ground with his face. Gray figured it was the former. He would of thought more of how strange and terribly random all this seemed to be if it weren't for the dripping of purplish poison dripping onto the ground beside him, burning a neat little hole a few inches into the concrete. He immediately stopped wiping his nose and stared at the sizzling ground. "So you have acid poison," he commented, more to himself than to the monster. He gave the snake a blank-face and a know-it-all sniff of the nose. "Y'know, if you burn up your victims while you poison them, there's not gonna be much left."

The snake appeared to be less than amused by the piece of advice from its prey and shot its head down at him. Gray felt himself half-slide, half-trip off the back of the snake, landing on the ground and just narrowly avoiding hitting the hole that had been burned away by the acidic poison. He ran to hide behind one of the statues, wincing when the snake merely bit into it as if it were made of foam and knocked it completely out of its way. Gray backed up slowly. "We could talk.." he said slowly, pausing as his words ended up in a violent coughing fit. "Ohh, too much," he groaned. He patted his jacket pockets, but apparently the sicko who thought it would be fun to bring him to this place--wherever it was--thought it would be even more hilarious to take away his inhaler. I'm gonna die from lack of oxygen, he thought in aggravation. The snake made another lunge for him, which he only barely managed to avoid, running along its side again, keeping aware of the kid that was still yards away. Oh, and of course there's still that.

"I feel I'm forgetting something..." Gray frowned as the snake started to coil around him. It wasn't really necessary. It was large enough to squeeze the life out of him without much effort at all. Shoot, it could probably just run him over and be done with it, but he was thankful that it wasn't smart enough to figure that out. "Oh, that's right," Gray said suddenly to himself with all the enthusiasm of a rock; it was as if he hadn't just figured out the key to saving his own life in the middle of the dire situation of being strangled by an over-sized snake monster with acidic poison fangs.

Wriggling an arm free, he calmly placed it on the head of the serpent who seemed bemused by watching up close and personal as it slowly attempted to squeeze the life out of its prey. "Hope you enjoy hemophilia," he said simply. The snake might of blinked in confusion if it had eye lids. In just a moment where nothing seemed to happen, the snake suddenly dropped over to the ground. Gray dropped in between its unwinding coils and merely brushed himself off and straightened his jacket. He stared at the snake as its eyes began to flood with the dark red color of blood, squirm helplessly, and then quickly die. He felt no remorse for the creature. It deserved the death it received.

Oh, the person, right. Maybe he could find... Who was he searching for again? Gray slowly walked over to the person on the ground, taking his time so he could catch his breath, and then stared down at their form. He wasn't sure what he was supposed to do here exactly. It was obviously a person, a young human male, around his age. Oh, that's right. "Med Usa?" he questioned slowly in the case that he was possibly wrong and that he might of just horribly offended this randomly placed person by calling them by the wrong name. "Sorry for destroying the statues," he sniffed as he glanced helplessly around, "but you're not hurt." It wasn't a question, it was a statement.

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He was crying softly to himself, even though he wasn’t one hundred percent sure what he was crying about. All these people… Why were they here? He didn’t make them. They weren’t his friends. Well, not that he knew of anyway. So who had been their friend, and why did they leave? Med might be fifteen years old, but he had never been able to wrap his mind around more adult things (like, say, statues or people dying). It certainly didn’t help that he was mentally insane and turned people into stone statues when they tried to leave him (irrational though it may be, it made perfect sense to him. It stopped people from leaving him, after all). But I’m not insane, no matter what they say, Med thought to himself. Insane people are locked up, but I wasn’t locked up, now was I? That was Med’s logic, pure and simple. Somewhat misguided, but then again, what wasn’t lost about this boy?

He looked up quickly when the sound of something breaking through the wall reached his ears, startled by the sudden noise. He wasn’t able to see anything; there was a huge cloud of dust and rubble, and he wasn’t sure what he was looking for anyway Almost on instinct he started to get to his feet. Is it Gray? Med wondered. Maybe he’s special like me and can blow things up… But no, it seemed unlikely, especially when Med realized that there was a huge snake (it wasn’t even a snake, it looked like a freaking basilisk) that had crashed through the wall of the museum. Letting out a silent scream, Med scrambled back, falling onto his butt again, panicking.

What am I supposed to do? What am I going to do?! Med opened his mouth to scream (he didn’t want to die! He was too young to die!) but the snake suddenly turned away from him with a hiss and looked towards a new target. Med hadn’t noticed him earlier, but it was another teenager, like him. He had messy black hair and bright eyes, and seemed to be… Coughing? Yes, he looked sick. Med frowned. Weren’t you supposed to help sick people? Not have them running around away from giant snakes. At least, that’s what Med remembered from the few times he got sick. His mother… It had been so long ago, but she always took good care of him. She fed him warm soup and gave him medicine so he felt all-good. Maybe that’s what this stranger needed. Warm soup and medicine.

The stranger (who Med really hoped was Gray, because he was already planning how to take care of his new friend) ran behind a statue a few yards from Med, but the snake just hissed and lunged, biting through the marble like it was paper. Med let out a yelp as one of the shards hit him in the head, leaving a small gash on the side of his head. Reaching up a trembling hand, Med whimpered as he pulled away the digits and saw they were covered in red. Oh God I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die, he thought frantically. He slid back even more, so his back was against a statue of someone holding a Gorgon’s head (probably some Greek hero, but Med didn’t know his name). The stranger was telling the snake something now, taunting it maybe, but all Med could see was his mouth moving (and the coughing, every once in a while). No, he was more focused on examining his partner, his friend.

The stranger, who Med assumed was Gray, looked taller then Med by a few inches. He had messier black hair and piercing red (were they red, or was it just a trick of the light?) eyes that Med instantly liked. Gray’s skin was kind of pale, but that was nothing new to Med. All in all, he liked Gray. Even though his partner looked very sick, Med thought it would just mean that Gray would stay with him longer. After all, if Med took good care of Gray, why would he want to leave? No, he’d stay with Med forever, and they’d be best friends and nothing bad would happen. Yes, the dark part of Med’s mind thought, this is what will happen. And nobody will be able to stop it. Then again, Med had taken very good care of all his other friends, but they still tried to leave… When they learned what he did, they tried to leave, and Med was forced to make them stay. He frowned at the thought. He didn’t want to have to make Gray stay with him. Gray seemed nice, and kind, and he looked kind of attractive too.

Wait, what am I thinking? the sane part of Med asked himself. Sure, Med had never really cared about the gender of someone he liked, but he rarely cared about stuff like that. It must be this room… All these statues… He took a glance around before shaking his head again. Just looking around brought color into his face, like anyone else with the rough maturity of a five-years old. It’s just the room, nothing else. Gray is just going to be your friend. Med wasn’t sure what he was scared of, but he knew that all his other attempts at becoming more then friends ended badly. He wasn’t sure if he still had her or not, because he never spoke to her. He guessed he had to have her. He would have remembered if he destroyed her.

Med was brought back to reality when the snake attacked. Well, no, it was more seeing Gray being snapped up by the huge monster that brought panic to Med’s head. No! He can’t die, Med thought frantically. As he was about to slow the monster down (so maybe they could run away), Gray freed one of his arms and tapped the thing’s head lightly. It took a moment to do anything, but then the snake released Gray and fell to the ground, uncoiling. Blood leaked from its eyes as Gray straightened his jacket and turned to look at Med, who resisted the urge to hide all of a sudden. He hadn’t thought about it, but it had been a while since he last spoke with anyone. Well, anyone who looked like they might reply, at any rate. They both looked at each other for a moment, Med clutching his knees to his chest. "Med Usa?" Gray asked. Med nodded slowly. "Sorry for destroying the statues," he sniffed as he glanced helplessly around, "but you're not hurt." It was a statement, and Med reached up a hand to pat the spot where the shard had hit him. It was barely a cut, he realized, and was healing quickly. Med nodded again and slowly stood, looking around the destroyed room.

“You… Are Gray? Gray Shakrey?” Med bit his lip and shivered a little. Was it just he or was the room colder? Probably, because there was now a giant hole in the wall of the museum. I wonder if the hole is going to be fixed. A pause in Med’s thoughts, then I wonder what I’m supposed to do with the snake. Med wrinkled his nose as he looked at it, then looked back at Gray. He smiled warmly and ran forward. He had been right: Gray was a few inches taller. Med tilted his head in a similar manner as a curious dog. Then he reached out a careful hand and fingered the fringe on Gray’s jacket. It’s really soft… he thought. Is the rest of his jacket so soft? He untilted his head right before pulling Gray into an awkward hug, burying his head in Gray’s jacket. Yes, he thought. It’s soft.

“Your jacket is really soft!” Med told Gray, deciding that his friend deserved to know what he was doing. “We’re going to be best friends and you’ll never leave me, right?” Med looked up at Gray, letting his grip loosen. His eyes were warm at first, but if you looked deeply at them you could see a crazed gleam. It said, ‘there’s only one right answer to this, and you do not want to answer the wrong way’. Med buried his head in Gray’s jacket again, breathing in the smell. He didn’t seem to mind that Gray had been coughing up a storm earlier, nor did he care that Gray looked sick. “Because I don’t want you to leave,” Med added as he rubbed his head against Gray’s chest. He was really warm… It felt nice. Really, really nice.

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“You… Are Gray? Gray Shakrey?”

Gray nodded cautiously. So it must be Med Usa after all. The name sounded familiar, but he felt too awful to try and remember where it came from right now. Up close now, he could make out more details of the boy. Med was shorter than him, but only by an inch or two. Their hair was similar, but his seemed a little shorter, as if it had been more recently cut. Gray couldn't remember the last time he had a proper haircut. It'd been a little while. Even then, the workers at the orphanage were the ones to give them and they were usually pretty bad, always cutting one side shorter than the other or screwing up his hair altogether. They always said, 'it's hair, it grows back,' but they never understood the fact that he'd have to deal with the added embarrassment of not only acting like a freak, but looking like one too.

Then again, nobody really understood him there anyway. This semi-depressive thought made Gray frown. What little burst of adrenaline he'd had from fighting that basilisk of a monster snake was wearing away and now he just felt like his normal, sick, dreary self. The thought brought down his mood. Maybe it was good that he was suddenly away from the orphanage, kidnapped and tossed here to this danger-ridden place with the obvious intentions of being killed--why else would he be put in such a place, after all? And Med? What about him? What was the issue with this kid? There had to be something. Or maybe he was just a normal boy put in a not-so-normal position. It could be anything, really, Gray supposed.

Oh! He jumped a little when arms were suddenly thrown awkwardly around his form. Gray squirmed and looked down, mentally freaking out. What was this? What was going on? Was Med trying to squeeze the life out of him or stab him in the back or--wait, no, no, that wasn't what was going on at all. Med was just... Well, it seemed like he was merely hugging Gray. A normal, non-lethal hug. Gray relaxed his stiff muscles, but still remained tense as he stared down at the raven crop of hair holding him. He wasn't really sure how to react to the sudden contact, exactly. He couldn't remember the last time he'd come in contact with an actual human being that wasn't either giving him a medical check-up or trying to punch him in the face for being mistaken as a zombie (orphanage-raised children weren't always the brightest bunch; Gray was thankful to be an exception).

This was... This was real though. A genuine expression of love through human contact. That's why people hugged each other, right? Because of love? Not like that mushy-gushy Valentine's crap that Gray hated so passionately much, but the sort of friendship type of love that made him blush despite himself and feel all fluttery inside--and, for once, it wasn't because he was feeling nauseous. “Your jacket is really soft!” And then it sank again like a rock. Oh. So that's why Med was hugging him. Not because of the sudden urge for contact or to be closer to Gray, but because he thought his jacket was soft. Well, he couldn't have it, the greedy little brat. He could just stay away now, for all he cared.

“We’re going to be best friends and you’ll never leave me, right?” And yet, once again, something different occurred. The strange sensation returned and Gray found himself gulping, letting out a shaky breath that burned at the back of his sore, scratchy throat. Friends? Was that even a word in the dictionary anymore? Gray hadn't been keeping up with such a word, except for when it was on the end of the sentence of, 'I don't have any--'. That was a more familiar phrase, not like anyone had ever cared enough to ask him about it. There was once a person or two in his past that tried, but they never stayed very long. 'We can hang out when you're better, okay? I don't want to catch what you have.' That's what they'd always say. They never believed him when he said he'd never get better. Instead, to ruin his chances of them coming back to check if he was better, he gave them influenza. They wouldn't come back after that. It was better that way. “Because I don’t want you to leave,” Med continued saying, following his words with an action that was more than completely alien to Gray.

"Friend?" Gray echoed, feeling a little dumb. He looked down at Med and wondered what was so strange seeming about this boy. There was something off, but at the same time, his own head was too fuzzy to work to figure it out. He reached his hands down and awkwardly squeezed Med's hands, pushing his arms away from him and taking a step back to breathe. Uh-oh. He took another few steps backwards, shoving his face into the crook of his elbow and sneezing once...twice...thrice...four times in all. He sniffed when it was over, groaning a little. He blinked away the water left in his eyes and focused back on Med, feeling like he'd just shot somebody. He did something wrong. He was so sick! Why did he have to be this way!? Now Med would never want to be around him. "I'd love to be your friend," he said slowly, a sad smile on his face as he took another step away, his hands up defensively. "But, you don't want to get sick like me." He wasn't lying. Nobody wanted to get sick and everyone always assumed they could get sick by being around Gray, although he had a sickness that couldn't be cured.

Sighing, Gray looked back outside the open wall of the museum, past the over-sized snake lying dead on the ground not too far from his feet. "Do you know where we are? I feel like we're in the middle of nowhere," he said, not knowing how right he was. He could hear different mixed growls echoing simultaneously throughout the entire desolate city. It was as if they, the monsters and Med and Gray, were set up here. It was almost like a game. Try not to get killed. How ridiculous. "Is that cut on your head okay?" he asked, eyes half-lidded and voice less enthusiastic than it was before. "We should..." He sniffed. Should what now? Oh, right. "We should probably get out of here. Maybe there's others.. The only one I know about it you, though." Gray started walking out of the museum, bypassing the snake. He paused after a few feet and raised an eyebrow at Med. "Coming? Just don't stand too close..."

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Shianu still crying into her knees thought of her past events. 1. Woke up on a bench. 2. Almost got eaten by a Hydra. 3. Fell out of a building. That must be a fucking record! Why would this all happen on a stupid freakin game show!? She sulked by herself. She had never believed of such things happening to her, especially that fast. She sighed as she finished her crying. all she wanted was her partner. He may be of some help and maybe he would be good company. She didn't want to have to go threw with the game show by herself. It was like hell times three.

She raised her head from her knees and mumbled to her self. "Open the gates of hell and release the Hell cat." She laughed as that was the silliest thing she had ever said to herself. Why would a kitten come from hell? That wouldn't be in some ones nightmares. Shianu held out her hands and a purple cloud popped up. It floated then exploded. It was formed now as a little kitten. Shianu giggled with a smile. Her kitten always cheered her up.

She returned to her sulking position and put her hand below her face. The little purple kitten glowed under the darkness of her body. She pet the little fur ball with a soft touch. In return she got a nibble. The cats teeth were unbelievably sharp. But they didn't hurt Shianu. She was used to it. She had scars all over her fingers from the past times. Now it seems as if shes immune to the blood sucking kitten. The cats rough tongue stuck out as he licked Shianu's nibbled finger. That was his process. Nibble then lick, nibble then lick. Shianu smiled.

The little kitsune purred as he was being scratched gently. Then a memory popped into Shianu's clouded thoughts:

Shianu was sitting on a swing, swaying back and forth. She was about eight years old. She was at the orphanage playground.A smile planted on the young girls face. She was alone on the playground. Everyone else was inside eating. Shianu already finished so she came out early. She was kicking up the sand, making a small pile in front of her. She loved being early, she didn't eat much so she was usually out first. She would always make a pile of sand then make a sandcastle. She got to swing and make a castle too. Her favorite things to do.

When she finished her pile she started to make the castle. Shianu had to wear glasses at the time since her vision wasn't very good. She would always adjust her glasses which made her pause on her sand castle. She got half way threw until she heard footsteps coming. She then was kicked in the back by one of the twelve year old's. There was laughter everywhere as she fell face first into her sand castle. Sand got in her eyes and her mouth, and the worst part she lost her glasses in the sand pile. She cried as her eyes burned and her mouth was sandy. Everyone just pointed and laughed, watched from the sidelines. She rubbed her eyes and started spitting. Her back ached and there was dirt all over her shirt.

Then a nine year old girl came over and picked up Shianu's glasses. Shianu couldn't see so she couldn't grab in time. The girl looked at them, cleaned them off and handed them to Shianu. As Shianu went to grab them the girl snatched them away laughing. Shianu then heard a snap and knew her glasses were in half. Her eyes were irritated and every swallow and bite was crunchy. She sat there crying while being legally blind. Then the bell rang and all the kids went back inside.

This is actually when her first occurrence of her power happened. She just doesn't remember. All Shianu could think about was being able to see again. She wanted to see so she could fix herself up. Vision can help a lot in this situation. Then a cloud of purple and black came out of nowhere. Only Shianu just saw a blob of the color. Then it exploded. A demon spider came out. The spider almost seemed like it had a human soul, because he knew exactly what to do. The spider found the two halves of the broken spectacles and spun a web around the broken area's. The glasses looked perfect. And since the spider was giant he could pick up the glasses with his skinny arms. It was a very good power at that moment. The only bad part was that it bit her.

Left the venom of the demons inside her. The spider then disappeared. Shianu just sat their holding her bloody arm and fixing her glasses. She screamed and cried. No one came to help her. the sand was all gone from her eyes and mouth, but the arm was way worse. She screamed for hours until her throat was raw. Till she couldn't shed anymore tears.



Why does a cat bring back the memory? It doesn't really. It's just a memory that had to playback into Shianu's mind. Shianu looked at the scar on her arm. Two giant circles. The scar that lets her use her power more. Her cat poofed away as Shianu heard footsteps. Coming closer and closer. She looked up from her knees to see a panting boy. Is that Andrei? Shianu's heart started pounding. Her excitement to not be alone. She smiled as the boy reached her.

He put up a book to her face. It looked like a journal. I wonder if he brought that with him here. Lucky! Her eyes focused on the words written on the pages. S-h-i-a-n-u M-i-k-a Shianu Mika! My-My name! She looked up at the boy and processed the thought. Th-this must be him!

“Excuse me…Shianu Mika?” Shianu spoke with a stuttered voice. Thinking it was to good to be true. "A-Andrei? Andrei Winter!?" Shianu then jumped up like there was no tomorrow and hugged the boy. She knew it was Andrei. She could just feel it.


((Hey Guys! Sorry to lazy to post in OOC. So my RP will be delayed so don't worry. Also I am working on the post on Try Me. I just wanted to post on here. Cuz its new and more exciting as of now. Also I am just incredibly lazy and busy. I will get to it as soon as possible! Lol and the whole memory thing was procrastination because I didn't have much to post about. Well I guess I was just stuck :D))

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"Friend?" Gray echoed the word, looking down at Med with a somewhat confused expression. Med didn’t understand what was so confusing. It was easy to be friends with someone! All you had to do was talk to them, and spend time together, and never ever leave! How hard was that? Mentally, though, Med frowned. A lot of his friends had tried to leave, especially after they met his other friends… So then, Med was forced to stop them. It was hard, and sad, because then they never spoke to him again. It was like they were holding a grudge or something, and Med didn’t like holding grudges: they stopped you from being friends… And there was nothing that he liked more than making friends.

Gray reached out his hands, awkwardly squeezing Med’s, pushing the smaller away and taking a step back to breathe. Med frowned openly, his confusion written all over his face. What was happening? Gray was supposed to be his partner, right? So didn’t that mean that they’d be together? Then why was Gray pushing him away? Gray took another few steps back, and there was a dark gleam in Med’s eyes for a moment. Then Gray started to sneeze, again and again. Med tilted his head, now just concerned for his new friend’s health. He’s very sick, Med thought. I’ll have to be sure to take extra good care of him; so then he’ll never want to leave! There was a pause as Gray stopped sneezing, then looked at Med, looking like he just shot someone.

"I'd love to be your friend," Gray said sadly, holding up his hands defensively and taking another step back. "But, you don't want to get sick like me." Med sighed, stepping forward hesitantly. He did want to be friends with Gray, though. Because Gray seemed like a very nice person, and he had a soft jacket, and when Med hugged him he was so warm… It was comfortable, a feeling Med hadn’t realized he missed. He lived alone with his friends, but it was never the same as being with people who talked to him. No, it could never be the same…

It was part of the reason that many of his friends were broken, especially the ones he made because they tried to hurt him. When people tried to hurt him, then he had to make them his friends, and then they’d never do anything like that again. It worked, every time, and then Med would hurt them. Oh yes, they were all missing body parts and were injured, and he never healed them. It was simple justice, though, to him. They tried to hurt him, but failed, so then he got to hurt them. After all, all he was doing was protecting his friends. Nothing more, nothing less.

"Do you know where we are? I feel like we're in the middle of nowhere," Gray asked, looking towards the gap in the museum wall. If you listened carefully, you could hear the roars of monsters, roaming the city. Med, however, was not listening carefully. Instead he slowly walked over to Gray, a puzzled expression on his face. "Is that cut on your head okay?"[b] Med reached up to touch it. It felt fine, and he nodded. See, you care about me, so we’re friends, Med wanted to say. He bit his tongue, though; feeling like Gray had more to say. [b] "We should..." Gray sniffed. Another feeling ran through Med. I’ll have to make him feel better, the teen thought. "We should probably get out of here. Maybe there's others... The only one I know about it you, though." Gray started to walk off, then stopped, "Coming? Just don't stand too close..." Med hesitated.

Why was Gray so confusing? Didn’t he want to be friends with Med? After all, he said he’d love to be friends, so didn’t that make them friends? Med’s head felt a little bad, though that could have been because of the minor injury. Gray was confusing him; he was used to simple yes or no answers, not this big mess. First Gray says that he wants to be friends; next he says that he doesn’t want to be friends because he’s sick… So what am I supposed to do? Do I listen to him? Because that’s what friends do, they listen to each other. But no! I want to be friends with him… For Med’s simple mind (well, at times), it was enough to drive him crazy. But instead Med just smiled and ran forward, easily catching up to Gray.

“Ok, Gray!” Med shouted cheerfully, grabbing onto Gray’s hand and holding it in a comfortably tight grip. Not even looking at Gray, Med dragged his new friend forward and around the snake, running out into the city. Med’s jaw dropped open, looking around the whole city. It was early morning, and you could see the sun rising in a fading red and orange streak across the sky. The huge buildings, towering over everything else, felt alien to Med. He swallowed, suddenly a little nervous. He lived alone, inside a decently size house in the middle of nowhere (erm, not Nowhere, but nowhere). Big cities were not ‘his thing’. Still, he didn’t want to seem like a coward in front of his friend…

“T… This is a really big place,” Med muttered, looking a little bit like a disappointed child. More then anything he looked scared, but he shook his head and forced himself to keep smiling. He tugged Gray forward, as if telling him to keep up. “Come on, let’s go explore and look around the place!” Suddenly Med frowned, thinking about something. It wouldn’t be nice if Gray got even sicker because of me… If you’re sick, you can’t explore! But I really want to look around… “Actually… Do you want to look for we can stay?” Some part of Med’s mind knew to keep Gray away from the museum basement, and that part was going to be obeyed. Med looked around, letting go of Gray’s hand and running forward.

“Ah!” Med screamed as he tumbled forward, the ground suddenly giving way from underneath his feet. He rolled a few yards forward before slowing to a stop, trembling from fear and shock. He looked back at Gray with huge wide eyes, glistening with tears and screaming, showing clearly how scared he was. Between the two, a hole about twenty feet across had collapsed. If Med hadn’t instinctively rolled out of the way, he probably would have been killed from the fall. Letting out a soft hiccup, Med tried to keep himself from crying. If he did, then Gray would laugh at him, like what all those other mean people did…

The people back at the labs, their gloved hands sticking needles into him, touching him all over, eyes cruel and uncaring about his fate… Even now it sent cold shivers up his spine, just at the memories. And none of them cared when Med was hurt, or when he begged them to stop. It was their duty, their job. That’s what they said. When he met nice people they tried to leave him, and then he had to stop them… And then, everyone else was even meaner to him. He was a monster, a freak.

Like any other five-years old remembering bad memories, Med started to cry.

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Andrei Winter


Andrei attempted to return the smile his partner gave him, however it came out in an awkward fashion and just looked out of place. Andrei had not smiled in years; he had forgotten how. “A-Andrei? Andrei Winter!?” That made Andrei’s attempt at smiling disappear completely. Misinterpreted identities. She jumped up to her feet, wrapping her arms around the slightly confused boy. Forget me. Andrei stared forward with wide eyes, unable to register what this girl was doing. She actually wanted to touch him, perhaps even befriend him. Hate me. Andrei slowly closed his journal, coughing awkwardly and pushing Shianu away gently. Everybody knows. Andrei swallowed hard, taking a few cautious steps away from the strange girl. “Nivis,” Andrei shook his head slowly from side to side, “My name is Nivis.” again he attempted to smile but it just didn’t quite work. We are both here in the bright sunny spot. Andrei looked up to the sky, hoping to find some connection to the words in his head but there was no sun shining down on the two of them. Just clouds. I can feel you. Andrei shook his head more definitely now, seeming like he was in pain but in truth he was just deeply confused. He took a few more steps back, glancing around. He could feel as if someone was watching him, though there was no one there.

Andrei opened his mouth to say something, probably an apology or explanation of some sort. Don’t try. He closed it and glanced down at the ground. Shadow of nothing. His eyes wandered to the feet of Shianu’s, watching her shadow spread out behind her despite the lack of sunlight. An uncomfortable silence filled the air, broken only by rustling of pages as Andrei flicked through his book. He could not find something else to do and the silence was not at all pleasant. Because you will hate yourself in the end. He scribbled down a few words he could remember hearing before, quickly hiding the notebook away before his partner would ask any questions. Out of the light, darkness is born. Andrei frowned, drawing his notebook once again and scribbling down. This time he did not shove it back in his pocket, he merely tucked it under his arm. I am here. Finally Andrei raised his head and opened his mouth to break the silence, “I’m sorry…” he murmured under his breath, taking one last step away from his partner. “I think you’d be better off by yourself,” he nervously pulled at the material on his left sleeve, briefly showing the redish-black skin concealed beneath. “I can’t be of any help to you.” Andrei spun on his heels, glancing out towards the ghost town for a mere moment, I can definitely feel you, before running off.

He made no real attempt to loose Shianu, taking a straight path downwards into the town and turning into an alleyway. It was cold and dark, not to mention the eerie feeling of being watched which Andrei could never seem to shake. He was a typical paranoid person but this feeling was insane. He didn’t care though, sitting down and curling himself up and tucking his knees under his chin. “You’re so stupid Andrei, why did you even think for a moment that she would like you?” he continuously smacked his head against the wall behind him, stopping only when he felt the trickle of blood running down. His white hair was now clumping together and sticking with the blood, it dripping off the ends. Andrei sighed heavily, slamming his head in between his knees and sobbing silently.

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Gray Shakrey


It was sometime around morning, that, at least, was something for sure. They were in a city. That was sure, too. There was him and there was Med. There might be others, but the others weren't around here anywhere. There were monsters--more than just that scary snake back there. He was still normal, still himself, still sick, and still with his powers. Med might have powers, too. “Ok, Gray!” He jumped again when he felt Med grab hold of his hand. This was too weird, but he allowed himself to be pulled along outside the open wall of the museum and out into the city streets. He watched after the boy as he stumbled behind him, wondering what Med's powers might be.

“T… This is a really big place,” Med said, suddenly throwing Gray away from his thoughts. “Come on, let’s go explore and look around the place!” Gray merely nodded, still hardly paying much attention to him. He was looking around, wondering which direction would be best to head in. There had to be someway to leave the city. Unless it was a cage of some sort, which, seeing the position he was in now, was probably pretty likely. Just my luck, he couldn't help but think. “Actually… Do you want to look for we can stay?”

"Yeah, sure..." Gray said airily, not thinking much about anything. He sniffed a little and decided that that tallish building in the distance looked a little reasonable. He wasn't feeling very tired though. He didn't really trust falling asleep in a place like this anyway, especially not around a strange kid like Med. Who knew what he was capable of? And with these weird camera-looking things following them around like they were... Anything could happen. Somehow, that was something Gray was sure of. This wasn't a safe place to be; and he really didn't want to be here any longer than he had to be.

“Ah!” "Huh?" Gray spun to just avoid jumping back out of the way of a large hole that suddenly formed in the ground. He looked up with wide-eyes for Med, hoping the boy was safe. Even if he hardly knew him, Med was another human being. If he died, Gray knew there was no way he would be making it out of here alive either. He couldn't wander these streets by himself. He was used to being alone, but now was not the time nor the place to be a loner. He tensed, but felt all too relieved to see Med roll himself to safety, landing harshly on the ground and breaking down into tears. Okay, so it was a bad experience and he almost died. That was nothing to cry about. Gray frowned. He never liked criers. He couldn't deal with them. They always made him feel anxious and he never knew how to react. He'd much rather avoid them.

Walking slowly up to Med's side, Gray made no motions to help Med up to his feet. He looked down at him, feeling his eye twitch a little as he watched the tears roll down the other boy's face. "You didn't die, so get up already," he said, more casually than coldly. Gray wasn't a generally cold person, he just came out that way to others with his bluntness. "We have to get away from here before anything else happens. Which it probably will. Worse." He sneezed once, then sniffed and swept a sleeve across his arm and mumbled something under his breath; probably a curse word or two.

But as he was watching Med cry, Gray heard something that almost seemed to echo him. It was off, though. Med wasn't being nearly loud enough for it to echo a block away, and even so, it didn't match up to what an echo would sound like. It didn't even sound like Med's crying. It sounded like a completely different voice of sadness. Gray lifted his head to look around, but he couldn't see anybody else from where he was. He didn't want to just leave Med sitting here in this position, especially not with all the dangers going around, but if there was even a small chance of there being others... The thought almost lifted his spirits. "Med, get up." He said, looking around. He lightly poked Med with his shoe, trying to urge the boy to move. "Come on or I'm leaving you here!"

Letting out a noise of frustration, Gray figured if Med wanted to follow him, he would. If he wanted to sit there and cry, then he could just sit there and cry. I don't have time to deal with this. So he turned on his heel and started walking away, glancing behind him for a moment to see if his plan to get Med to move worked, but he didn't keep watch so he could focus in front of him. What was I... Oh, right. The crying. He looked around, following the sound of the other one crying, caring less if Med was following him or not.

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Med felt like he was crying forever, drowning in his tears. It probably wasn't (read: wasn't) that long, of course, but it sure as hell felt like it. He noticed Gray walk over to him, and felt the air leave him as Gray just watched and didn't do anything. Don't you care? Don't you want me to feel better? It felt like Gray didn't care... That Gray didn't care what happened to Med, like he wasn't Med's friend. It felt bad, like Med just had a sour treat that refused to become sweet. I thought we were supposed to be friends, Med thought. Why don't you act like it? "You didn't die, so get up already," Gray muttered. It was more casual than cold, but it didn't make Med feel any better. He sniffed, looking up at Gray with big eyes. "We have to get away from here before anything else happens. Which it probably will. Worse." Med knew he was probably overreacting, but still. He felt a little bad when Gray sneezed and had to wipe his nose on his sleeve. Sick people shouldn't have to do that! It just made them sicker! I should get something to make him feel better... Then he'll be my friend, right?

Med was crying softly, and he wasn't able to hear the other person crying. No, instead he was dwelling in his sorrows. See, he wasn't really injured. He just needed to cry, like he had bottled everything up and just needed to let it all out at once. Even though any logical person would realize that there was nothing to be so upset about, Med wasn't exactly a logical person. In fact, he would be a classical example of extreme Stockholm Syndrome gone wrong. He attached himself to the first person available, because he needed that feeling of comfort, of belonging. And when that person attempted to 'leave' him, Med snapped. He wasn't able to deal with it. I just want to make friends! Is that so wrong? Med told himself that, every time people started avoiding him like the plague.

"Med, get up." No reply. Med felt himself being poked lightly by a shoe. "Come on or I'm leaving you here!" Gray let out a sound of frustration, starting to walk away. Wait, what? Med stopped crying and looked over at where Gray was walking off, the strange cameras splitting away and following the other. What's he doing? Med wondered. Aren't we supposed to work together? He couldn't believe this. Why was his friend walking away? Why was his friend leaving him? It didn't make any sense. Gray looked back at Med, who was slowly standing, and that's probably why neither of them saw the huge chimera until it let out a roar. Med almost fell back on his butt. What was that thing? It was easily double the size of your typical lion, and had a snake for a tail and goat hooves. It was like nothing else he had ever seen before.

"Gray!" Med cried out, as if just realizing the danger his new 'friend' was in. If the chimera ate Gray, then Med would be all alone again. And that was something that Med wouldn't let happen. Eyes flashing, he met gazes with the monster. The monster attempted to roar again, but in slow motion, making it look ridiculous. "Gray! We can't go that way," Med pointed out, motioning for the two of them to duck around another alley. It would take them longer to get to the other person crying, but they'd still be able to get there... Assuming they weren't eaten by the chimera. What are we supposed to do to stop this thing?! Med was starting to panic. His ability wouldn't stack, he knew that much from past experience. He could only slow something down so much before nothing happened and he just wasted time. Deciding that grabbing Gray and pulling him out of the way was the best idea, Med ran forward and grabbed onto Gray's hand.

"Gray~! I know you... You don't like me..." This was said in a defeated voice, like a five-year old admitting that he was wrong in an argument. "But... We need to work together. And we can't stay here," Med added. He tugged on Gray's hand as the chimera finished its roar. It wasn't quite as fearsome, but its eyes made it pretty clear that it was pissed. It wants to eat me! Med realized, having not thought about himself earlier. "Oh God, I'm too young to die!" Med exclaimed, stumbling back a little, still holding onto Gray's hand.

Med wasn't very good at dealing with loss (understatement of the year, as the kid regularly turned people to stone so they'd stay with him). That included his life, too. Still, his panic wasn't quite enough to summon up his final power, even though he really could have used it right then and there. I don't want to die! I have so much to live for, Med told himself, even though he wasn't one hundred percent sure what that would be. He had some reason to live, right? What about all his friends? Well, they never spoke to him anyway, so it wouldn't be that much different... But he still had some reason to live. Everyone did, after all. I can't let myself die... Or my friend, Med added. Some part of him had Gray already marked down as his friend, to the end. Literally.




The cameras captured all the drama, their unblinking eyes watching them coldly, not worrying at all about their fate. Or, well, the cameras didn't care. The person behind them was watching, sneer on his face, as the first episode of his television show was recorded. They were set to air in three days, damn it! Stupid wall, taking them longer to finish then planned. He was going to have heads roll, but he didn't feel like having anymore people on his paycheck. He needed to see how many people would tune in for his show first, after all. This was all about making more money, and that meant more drama. Drama sold, and he wanted that money. Craved it, like it was his life. He smiled cruelly to himself, looking over to one of his helpers.

"Say... fetch me the records for Gray Shakrey. I have a feeling we can stir this group up even more."

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Shianu still hugging the boy, smiled. Feeling another persons warmth was weird for her. But at the same time, it felt comforting. She relaxed her tense muscles and sniffled away her last tears. She never wanted to leave the boys grasp. She didn't even look at him, or know if the boy was actually her partner. All she knew is that this boy knew her and that must mean something. Andrei.... I hope that's you.

Shianu had the urge to cry more. She felt relieved to not be alone for once. The thought of going threw the game by herself was unbearable. The thought of dying without even meeting anyone else for the last time. To make a friend. All of the happy thoughts went through her head. She started to think of the game description as well. Insane? How could this boy be insane? She didn't even know the boy for more then a minute. She couldn't determine whether someone was psycho or not just by one thing. Well, not even one thing. Nothing. Then her hyper thoughts were interrupted.

Andrei nudged Shianu away. Broke the warm happy hug. Shianu felt hurt right away. Felt distant once again. Alone. Scared. She looked at the boy. Digested every detail. Scars. Stars. White hair. Thin body. Tall. Different colored eyes. Red. Blue. All Shianu could think was.... Different. Interesting. Just what Shianu enjoyed in a person. She couldn't sort her thoughts. It was as if a library exploded in her head and thoughts were going up in flames.

She looked into the boys eyes. He seemed confused and uneven. Shianu's smile curved into a frown as she looked at the poor boy. “Nivis,” the boy shook his head side to side,“My name is Nivis.” Shianu freaked out. Nivis? Nivis!? Have I been hugging a random boy for this past three minutes....!? Wait...... there is no Nivis! Is that his new name? Hmmm.. The boy seemed to attempt a smile. It obviously failed, because quickly after his head turned to the sky. Shianu stood there awkwardly. Not knowing what to do. She looked up to the sky with the boy hoping to find something. Nothing.

Shianu looked back down. Feeling slightly stupid for thinking something was there. She gazed to her shiny pink locks and let her hands hang limply to her side. It was very quite. You could hear a beast squeal from the horrid caged area. Shianu shivered at the squeal. Remembering her battle with the beast ten minutes ago. She took a quite deep breath and looked up to the boy again. She met his colored eyes and frowned slightly.

A friend to never make..... Andrei gazed to the ground. Searching for his shadow. Then to Shanu's shadow. Shianu couldn't help but look down too. She looked at her long spread out shadow. She swayed a little with the shadow following. Then she returned her attention to Andrei. She felt a urge to say something, but couldn't sort her jumbled thoughts. "Nivis?" She whispered softly to herself.

Andrei took out his book and scribbled something in it. Breaking the silence with fiddled pages. He then hid the book again, before drawing it out once again. He scribbled something more and placed the now closed book under his arm. Andrei then raised his head and opened his mouth. At first it seemed as if he was going to stop again. But words slipped out this time. His soft sad voice pierced Shianu's ears.

"I'm sorry…I think you’d be better off by yourself..I can’t be of any help to you.” Shianu's jaw dropped slightly in shock. His now revealed arm was burnt and blackened. Fire. Images of fire burned in her mind. Shianu couldn't help but wonder what had happened. The boy was very beaten up with scars. Shianu started to realize what the wierd TV people were talking about. Then Andrei darted off. Slipped away from Shianu.

Tears filled her eyes as she was in silence once again. She shook her head and put a determined look upon her face. "I'm not losing someone this easily again." Shianu followed where the boy ran with her eyes. Then started walking the same way. Which continued on faster and faster, until she was sprinting. She slid as she turned her attention to the alley way he went in. She saw the crying boy with blood in his hair.

"Nivis...." She walked over to the boy and sat down next to him. Planted on her knees. She tore off a piece of her long tangtop and gently patted it against the boys bleeding head. "We are in this together. You can't leave me quite yet, Nivis."

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Andrei Winter

Would you be upset if I told you we were dying?

Blood rushed from the wound at the crown of Andrei’s head. It clung to the stray strands of white hair and stained them a crimson red. He made no attempt to wipe the blood, he just didn’t care anymore. Dying would mean that no one had to deal with him anymore. No one would miss him. No one in the world. Because it’s not my fault. He heard the footsteps, knowing exactly who it was. But Andrei could not work out why she had followed him, it could not be because she wanted to be with him. No one wanted to be within a metre of the cursed-child. “Nivis…” her soft voice seemed to almost bring him comfort, he raised his head ever so slightly to watch her movements. She wandered over to him and got to her knees, beginning to tear at the fabric of her top. He opened his mouth to protest, to say something to get her to stop but she had already torn the fabric clean off. I only wanna sleep. He closed his eyes as she began wiping away the blood from his wound and from his hair. It hurt a little and he would flinch every time the fabric touched the wound. “We are in this together. You can't leave me quite yet, Nivis.” He shuffled backwards and away from her touch.

I wanna swim away but I don’t know how. Andrei took in a small breath and opened his eyes, staring straight into the face of his partner. Swallowing hard he managed a nod of agreement. Into the ocean, end it all. He shivered and flinched backwards, adopting a closed up posture and burying his head in between his legs. “I don’t want to die…” he uttered the words and began shaking once again. Wide eyes stared down at the ground, they were vacant and seemed lost in thought. Though rare, Andrei suffered from hallucinations. In this case, he was drowning. It’s not my fault! Almost instantly the vision disappeared and his eyes snapped back into reality. Andrei lifted his head and stared with a frightened gaze at Shianu. “Help…” I said it’s not my fault!!! He abruptly got to his feet and tried to walk forward, however he stumbled over his own feet and fell forward, straight onto Shianu.

It took Andrei a minute or so to realize he was leaning against the girl with his head between her chest. No matter what we do will be wrong. He quickly got to his feet and straightened up. “I’m sorry, really sorry.” he rambled. “Sorry, please forgive me.” his head shook violently and a deep blush rose up upon his cheeks. Andrei was unable to look her in the eye and averted his gaze elsewhere. The surroundings seemed even more lonely than before now, but still that ever lasting feeling of someone watching them would not disappear. “What is going on here…?” Andrei thought out-loud. “Where am I…?” he frantically looked around. It seemed as if he had only just noticed that he was in an entirely different place from where he was last. “I’ve got to get out of here.” Don’t cry cos you might not make it back, and even if you do, you’ll be alone. He wiped his tearful eyes against his sleeve and glanced back towards Shianu. “Shianu Mika?” he titled his head to the side, as if he had completely forgotten the last few minutes.

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Gray was intent on walking away. The thought of leaving Med behind hardly bothered him anymore. The further away he got, the more relieved he felt. Okay, so that wasn't all completely true. He felt guilty. There were tons of dangerous creatures and traps roaming around here--who could tell what might happen next? But what exactly was the safety in number? For all Gray knew, Med could just be screwing with him. The little brat might even be setting this entire thing up. Really, once he really thought about it, the more suspicious he got. He gets kidnapped from the orphanage in the middle of the night, can't remember a thing after that except for suddenly waking up here except for the name Med Usa. How did that make any sense? It was too set up.

"Gray!"

"Huh?" Gray stopped walking, realizing he'd been lost in thought and foggy eyed. He jumped two feet back when the sound of a large roar came from somewhere way too close for comfort. He felt himself freezing up, even as he finally caught sight of the beast. A creature that looked like a mix between an oversized lion, a goat, and maybe even a dragon. What the hell was this? He'd never seen anything like it before. It looked like something that came right out from a book on Mt. Olympus tales; but he wasn't very read-up on mythological things like that. He winced when the creature let out another roar, but was confused when it was slow. "Gray! We can't go that way," he heard Med call. It was then he realized what Med's powers were.

So Med slowed things down. That's what it looked like, at least. That could be useful, Gray thought as he blinked at the creature, taking another step back as a claw flew up in slow motion to swipe his face off. It was in a poor attempt, however, as Gray wasn't stupid enough to stand there and allow the creature to do that. But this gave him a plan. They could be excellent team mates if they worked together on this. Now that he knew Med's powers, he almost regretted walking away from him earlier. They would need to stick together from now on. This was too perfect. Side-stepping away from the swipe of the over-sized, dangerous-looking claws, Gray walked alongside the slowed creature. He reached out his hand, intending to give the creature some sort of disease he hadn't thought of yet, but his hand was pulled away by Med. "Gray~! I know you... You don't like me..." He looked over at Med, frustrated. "But... We need to work together. And we can't stay here," Gray opened his mouth to retort, to try and tell the boy of his plan, but the lion's roaring was coming to an end and for some reason, he couldn't help but feel like something terribly was about to happen. "Oh God, I'm too young to die!" Oh, that makes me feel better, he thought with a roll of his eyes.

"Med," Gray asked, turning to the panicking boy, "how long does this last?" He knew he shouldn't be wasting time asking such a stupid question. He should be infecting the creature or, well, running away. He sniffed and frowned, yanking his hand out of Med's forcefully and looking the boy in the eye as if he were talking to some small child. "Do not touch my hand. Okay? Whatever you do, don't touch me at all, got it? I'm doing something." If Med touched him while he was transferring a sickness to the creature, that would be bad. Even if it seemed like it was just being transferred by his hand--it was his touch, so it was technically every part of him, aside from clothes, of course.

He placed a hand on the chimera's head and something came to mind, to his overwhelming relief. "Creutzfeldt-Jakob Disease," he mumbled to himself, screwing up on the first name a little, not that it really mattered. He never understood how to pronounce it properly anyway. The disease is deadly, leaving holes in the brain that reacted to the creature almost immediately. Its brain cells were dying. In a last attempt to save itself, the slowness on the creature seemingly disappeared in an invisible moment and it lashed out, knocking into Gray and sending him flying a good yard or two away. He landed hard on the concrete ground, coughing from the impact the paw made on his stomach. He sat up, coughing. "That was a bad idea," he murmured, watching in slight amusement as the creature finally dropped to the ground. It was dead. "Good, you over-sized freak."

He tried to get up, but found he'd had the breath knocked out of him, so he sat there to catch his breath again. He winced, knowing that the impact would be a bruise.

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This was boring. Where was the action? Where was the show? There was no amusement here! This kid was killing off his best creatures! How dare he! Who did he think he was, the boss of the operations? Well, he was seriously mistaken. Because I'm the boss. A boy glared at the screen in front of him, unamused by what was taking place. Kids killing off monsters weren't going to get any ratings. The people wanted danger. Gray Shakrey was learning the ropes all too quickly. If he already knew how to work together with Med...then he would just have to separate them. "I bet that would go well with the little freak," he said to himself with a smirk plastered on his face.

What would he use, though? He didn't want them killed, but he wanted them to be swayed by the illusion that they were going to be. They were too strong together. They both needed a time out. And what about those two sob-stories in the alleyway? Baw-ring! Maybe he could mix things up. Add some drama--in the best sort of sense. With that ever-present smirk and a click of a button, a humanoid creature with wings and feathers covering its body swooped down from the tallest skyscraper in the city of Nowhere, headed straight for Gray Shakrey, Med Usa, Andrei Winter, and Shianu Mika. Its silent instructions were: to grab one of each team and feed them to her children. "Now this should be fun."

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"Med," Gray turned to him, and he forced himself to calm down a little. Gray knew what he was doing, right? "How long does this last?" Med shrugged, having never really thought about it. Gray sniffed and frowned, yanking his hand out of Med's forcefully and looking down at him. Med felt like a small child getting chided by an adult, and he would know. Still, it wasn't an entirely unpleasant feeling, more of an unusual one. Does this mean Gray is going to take care of me? Med tilted his head as Gray started to speak. "Do not touch my hand. Okay? Whatever you do, don't touch me at all, got it? I'm doing something." Med was confused for a moment before realizing something. I've never played this game before, Med thought as he stepped away from Gray. Was he going to shoot fire from his palms? Use some psychic powers to defeat the monster? Whatever he did he had to move quickly; because Med wasn't concentrating, the chimera was starting to break free from the shorter's power.

Med watched as Gray put his hand on the thing's head, muttering something to himself. Med wasn't able to catch it, but it didn't look like it mattered anyway. Almost immediately the beast started to react, the slowness snapping away as it struggled to keep itself alive against this strange new force working against it. The chimera lashed out with a roar, knocking Gray away in its rapid and uncontrolled movements. Med let out a sharp cry as Gray flew a good two yards away, landing hard on the concrete. Med ran forward, mind panicking. He can't die! He's supposed to take care of me! Med ignored the chimera as it fell over, dead. "Good, you over-sized freak." A wave of relief ran over Med. If Gray could talk that meant that he was ok, right?

"Gray!" Med stumbled as he ran the last few feet, almost landing on his face as he waved his arms in the air, desperately trying to keep upright. He fell to his knees when he reached Gray, pulling his friend into a soft hug. It wasn't enough to hurt Gray more, luckily for the taller. "I thought you were hurt!" Med buried his head in Gray's jacket again, breathing in the warm scent. It was already comforting to him, even though the two hardly even knew each other. It didn't matter to Med, since he was already certain that Gray would never do anything to hurt him. Gray would never try to leave, Gray would never become one of Med's silent friends. "Don't get hurt... Please..." Med swallowed and pulled back, giving Gray a smile. It was pretty clear that he was honestly worried about Gray, and that he never wanted anything to happen to his new friend... But, then again, it was similar to the look of someone who considered you their property. Unsettling, to say the least, especially coming from Med's strangely innocent face.




Watching the cameras with a cynical eye, the boy couldn't believe what he was seeing. He certainly had known about Med's tendency to attach himself to others, and he definitely knew about Med's other tendency to turn people into statues, but he never thought that Med would grow so close to Gray... Maybe I should keep them apart for longer... I don't want the viewers to think this is some kind of cheesy romance, the boy thought. Then again, romance does get views... Especially tragic love. The boy smiled to himself as he looked over the other cameras. His creature would reach the groups in about five minutes, then it would be another ten to get to her nest... Yes, almost killing one of the contestants on the first day would certainly bring in the views. He could see it now; the critics would be all over themselves about the sheer amount of drama and suspense in the show.

"How many views are we expected to pull our first night?" The boy asked to his empty room. There was a soft beep as the computer quickly went through the information. "Fifty-five thousand," the female voice replied calmly. The boy grit his teeth, scowling. Only fifty-five thousand? Out of all the people in the world? What kind of joke was that? He was GM, the boss, the controller of others! He had gone to great lengths to get this game set up, and it was not about to fail. He wouldn't let it. "Send out a memo to the advertising sector: they are to get us eighty-thousand views the first episode, or they will be out of a job." There was another soft beep. "Yes, sir."