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Drip drop. Drip, drop. The only sounds coming from the lower levels of the Institute with noting else. It felt like tight air down here. As if no living thing, not even a mouse or a roach would dare come down here to these levels. Finally a sound other then the leaky drop of water from a pip would come forth. A sigh. A heavy one at that. “What are you sighing for?” Came the voice of a man. “your a** has only been down here for five hours, so stop your signs and moans of boredom.” The man that owned that voice was Nicolai. He had a slightly pointed nose. Bent at the tip. His beard was long and greasy. Stopping short of his chest. His companion, Mary. No, it wasn’t a woman but a man. Mary didn’t like the name he was given by his windowed mother. He didn’t know why she named him such a womanly name. She said it was a decent name for her boy. Mary however went by mar or marline. He had one eye missing so the lids were sewn shut. He didn’t care for eye patches. Thought they were too common. He thought it made him look tough, and more appealing for when he and the boys went out on the town for a drink and to get laid by whores. Along with that would be short fuzzed black hair with a jaw beard. It was short and at the chin a bit longer like a goat’s fur. “It don’t matter. I don’t see why we have to be down here. Not like the poor b*****d’s gonna escape.” Mary said with a grunt. Reaching into the ragged pouch at his belt he’d pull out a stick of tobacco. Bite down then start chewing and place it back into the pouch. “Heh. You don know this one I’ll tell you what. You’re a rookie so I’ll give you a bit of information about number eighty seven.” Gripping his spear close to his chest, Nicolai cleared up his throat as if he were trying to fish out a throat booger. “This one..is dhampir.” “dhampir? What’s that?” “It’s a half breed.” “so? So are all these other little son of a bitches around this place.” “yeah but this one is different. He isn’t a half bull or nymph or-or some kinda half angel thing. He’s half vampire.” “so what?” “so what? You know how rare those things are? ******** man vamps got so much bitterness against us human’s they wouldn’t dream of breedin babies with em.” “no shittin?” Turning his head Mary peered between the small slit with bars to look in. seeing nothing but blackness in there and a bit of the stone floor from what little light poured in from the slit at the door. “Then why’s this one around?” “Simple. His mama kept him.” Mary would laugh and turn back around to straighten up in his post least the warden come down and yell at him again for not being professional. “So, that why they are keeping him? Because dham-pears or whatever you call em are rare?” “Kind of.”

Looking around as if they weren’t the only ones alone Nicolai would lean over and whisper as quietly as he could. “Experiments.” Mary’s nose wrinkled a bit at the bad breath of his companion and glanced over. “so? Aren’t they doing that for all of them to sell off into warfare?” Nicolai straightened up and nodded. “ayup. But with dhampir….why, who knows what endless possibilities there are.” Some stirring would come from with in the dark room. A chill went down Mary’s spine as he tried not to think about number eighty seven in there. Watching him. Listening to his heart beat. Number eighty seven formally known as Angel was placed in this room down in the lower levels as punishment. He tried to escape again. He was lucky they didn’t sent the mother after him or he’d be missing a few limbs. From the far wall a pair of ruby red eyes pierced through the darkness like a pair of head lights. Staring straight ahead before vanishing for a split second and coming back. Nicolai and Mary would quickly turn around when they heard the chains rattle. Indication that Angel had stood up for some reason. They went on the alert, and raised their special electro enhanced spears. Each man was uneasy. Knew that angel could try anything to get out even though it was near impossible. He made them uneasy. “ahhh, so he knows when I am coming ja?” Came a rather old and leathery sounding voice. Both men jumped at the sound of the good doctor’s voice. “Holy Mary Joseph and Jesus doc don’t ******** sneak up on us like that!” Mary said as he felt his heart pounding in his chest.

“Ja ja I do apologize but it ist time for him to come out now.” Nicolai glanced at the good doctor before looking at the door. “your kidding me right?” “No, no I don’t kid you. Don’t vory, he’ll be good.” Nodding his head reassuringly the old man would go over to the door, pull out the key and unlock it. Both Nicolai and Mary glanced at one another before raising their spears at the ready. The good doctor went in. “Hay doc!” Mary shouted while the shadows of the room engulfed the old man. However, not a sound of scream or panic came out. Rather the chains rattled again. Soon after, the good doctor would come back out with one end of the chain in his hand. The other end holding Angel around the wrists, neck, and legs. Long black hair matted his forehead and covered his face as he looked to the ground. A long tattered shirt with wrinkled pants was all the boy wore for the time being. Both Mary and Nicolai kept their spears in alert. Never taking their eyes off of Angel. Being down here for a week in a confined dark room with out food or water would drive a child to be obedient. Too tired to fight. Too tired to run. He was broken for now. Coming out to the higher levels they’d lead him to the recovery hall. The sounds of coughing, crying and suffering wafted into this place. Stinking it up with its cruelty like the rest of the building. Sticking him in the green room, a bed with a bowl of water would be waiting for him. They’ll give him a drink but nothing to eat just yet. Sniffing the air he’d smell the water. Making the mistake of trying to rush to it. His legs wobbly from being stuck with the chains. Falling angel would cough. Laughter from Nicolai and Mary would be heard as they looked at this pathetic and starved creature. Crawling to the bowl Angel weakly reached up for the bed. Slowly and steadily pulling himself up and sitting down. Chapped lips parted as he reached for it. Water. Sweet water. As soon as his finger tips touched the edge he’d accidently spill it. Causing some to splash on himself and onto the floor. The bowl making a clunk sound as it made connection with the ground. A weak attempted at a whine came from the dry child as he fell to his knees off the bed. Ignoring the pain while he got on his hands and started sweeping up as much water as he could to his chapped lips. His long tongue coming out to lap it up like a dog. When he couldn’t sweep up anymore of it his tongue would slide over the ground. Uncaring of how dirty it was so long as he got at least some kind of water. “How pathetic..” Nicolai commented as he shook his head. Clapping a hand on his companion’s shoulder he’d jerk his head in a direction. “Come on. Let’s go get in town and get laid with a few beers.” Both men with their jolly chat would soon fad away as they left. Angel laid there on his stomach still licking at the ground for any more signs of water. At one point, his lips painfully perked so that he could try to suckle. Laying the side of his face there the dhampir child breathed shakily in and out. “mom....me…” his voice sounded horrid . Dry and starved. Closing his ruby red eyes he felt tired as hell. Don't you dare close your eyes. Opening his ruby red’s slowly Angel would glance around. Who said that? No one but he was in the room. Right? Perhaps all that time in the underground levels had finally driven him insane like the others at last…