This is a private roleplay between Azazel_pup and I (Kriddles).

Story:

The year is 2032 and the men of science have finally grown bored with the universe and it's mysteries. They want to push their boundries with what they have been provided on Earth, by creating. Thus led to genetic splicing of human DNA and animal DNA. However, this technique has yet to be perfected and thus (to protect the profit that can be made) has been kept top secret. The man in charge has a few deeper ideas with these half-breeds, however, something that will turn a much higher profit than originally sought after. That is, if he can succeed.
DNA-splicing has caused many a death, the process itself is agonizing. Since death is a common occurance, they pick off people from the streets that won't be missed. Rumors have been spread, but few actually believe them. The capturing of these 'volunteers' is just viewed as one more kidnapping, making such a thing invisible to the Law's eye.
The bodies that do not meet qualifications are thrown into a crater-sized hole known as the DNA Graveyard.
It's a bit of a dark age for science as these experiments continue on and profit shadows morals. Will anyone stand up and fight it?

Characters:

(Kriddles' Characters)

Name: Tori Summers
Age: 21
Appearance: Tori is a tanned young girl, making her living of temp jobs. She lives in a rather beat up area in a small apartment. Her auburn hair is cut short and flips out naturally. Her side-cut bangs usually fall infront of her hazel eyes. A black star is tattooed on her right cheek just below the corner of her eye. She is rather then, due to the small amount of food she consumes and the hard work she does. She doesn't dress to impress, yet some how her attire still catches the eyes of men. She wears a black tank (So if she gets a stain on it she doesn't have to worry about the cleaning process), acid washed boot-cut jeans that have several holes and stains on them and her trademark black heels which just happens to be her favorite. She doesn't wear make-up, because she can't really afford it.

(Azazel_pup's Characters)

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Opening post:

The laboratory equipment beeped and hummed the melody of science as labcoats walked back and forth from beaker to screen. The scratching of pens fell into harmony of typing. The darkened room filled with computers and monitors contrasted with the florescent lighting of the labrooms. Beep...Beep. Tickle Tack... Tickle Tack tick tick. Beep... Beep.The hypnotizing drone of the rooms was halted by a ear piercing scream that echoed. Many men turned their heads over their shoulders waiting for the abrupt silence that soon followed after. Once the scream stopped, the men turned around and the room continued with it's business. Tickle Tack Tick Tick.
One of the darkened rooms held 'volunteers' away from everything else. A young man stared down at the ground, his hands cuffed behind his back, while his mouth was gagged. Tears welled in his eyes as he struggled one last time to free himself. He had been a street-playing guitarist. He didn't make much money and wasn't well-known. He hadn't done many dirty deeds, if any. Why him? What did he do that was so wrong? The door opened, as florescent light poured in and blinded him temporarily, before he realized that hands reached and grabbed him. He struggled, but the strength was that of a bodybuilder who could probably crush the front end of a car. They dragged him to another darkened room filled with what looked like something from a sci-fi movie. Specimen tanks lined the wall,in some of them humans floated in a green plasma, while in others were empty. Arms folded across their chests as lines and cords attached to them and held them in place while also acting as a second circulatory system, pumping fluids into them that weren't originally theirs. Horns protruded some of the humans faces, while others had grown hair of a disgraceful length on their bodies and faces. Some had multiple tails or paws. Good god! What were these people doing in here?! The man looked around the room and saw monitors with pulse lines and switches off to the side. He didn't know what they were for, but he didn't like it one bit. He spotted a woman that had been in the Volunteer room with him before hand. She was lying on the ground, a pool of blood surrounding her. A labcoat came up to his side and stopped looking down at the girl, "She didn't survive the injection." the coat said. Then, not more than a second later, the man felt a sharp pain into his spine. His body twitched as the harmony of the laboratory became abstract, the lights swayed and turned. Men were running around him... dragging him... somewhere. His eyes felt heavy, but he couldn't do anything about it. He couldn't keep them up. Several more sharp pains. Something loud and obnoxious filled the room, and before he could think straight anymore he realized that it was himself screaming at the top of his lungs. The pain was unbearable, he thought his veins were on fire, and then realized there were cords attatched to him. He was in one of those tubes! They were shutting him in, and he couldn't do anything about it. His hands were free now and he pounded on the glass of the tube. Then the burning sensation switched. Coldness... It went from his toes to his feet then to his ankles and just kept rising. He looked down and the tube was filling. Panicked he continued to bang on the tube, watching as the labcoats simply watched. Tears flooded his eyes once more as he realized that he was going to die... to drown. The plasma had filled the tube completely and after several long minutes he couldn't hold his breath any longer. He took in a lungful of that plasma.

"He has finally stablized. This has been another successful beginning. Let us hope that we can continu-..." The monitor flashed and the man's life line... flat-lined. "... Dispose of the dead body... then send out the search team. We need more volunteers.""Right away sir." A labcoat went to deliver the message.
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Tori tugged closed a coat she had borrowed from one of her co-workers. She waved goodbye as she stepped out the back door of the bar into the bar's back alley. She counted the money she had earned that night. Not bad. Not bad at all. Four hundred and fifty. That should last her a little while, or at least until she could find another job to work for. Her heels clacked along the wet pavement echoing in the night. She turned out onto the street, looking down and trying to shove the cash into one of her jean pockets. *WHAM!* She fell to the concrete holding her head as she tried to figure out what had just hit her. Was she dead? A set of hands helped her up, "...T-thank..." another set of hands gagged her, while one more cuffed her. Dizzy and confused she struggled to get her barings. But flashes of white blurred her vision, as she felt herself be tossed into what sounded and felt like a truck.
"We need one more... " a husky voice said.
"Understood." Another male voice said.

Name: Zacharael Falke
Age: 19
Appearance: Zacharael, or Zach as he prefers to be called, was picked up off the streets when he was only twelve and survived the experiments, living in a observation room with a large window for one wall. He was mixed with goshawk, giving him a pair of dark grey wings and a few other mutations. He had lithe muscles due to the avian DNA with dark green eyes that had flecks of gold in them. His bronze hair covered his ears, though the nape of his neck had small down feathers growing there under the hair. His feet had elongated slightly, stuck between talons and normal feet. He wore what the scientists gave him, mainly it was only a pair of dark blue scrub bottoms. He had both of his wrists tattooed with a Valkyrie wing, having convinced one of the scientists to tattoo them for him recently.

Name: Thanatos Dolan
Age: 23
Appearance: Nate was a muscular booze hound, begging for money so he could get his fix of liquor. He did what ever it took, from manual labor to prostituting himself. He kept his shoulder length dark brown hair pulled back into a low scholar's knot. He had the top of his left hand tattooed with a blue-green celtic cross while the palm of his right hand was tattooed with a crimson pentacle. He wore tight fitting jeans and a indigo fishnet muscle shirt to attract the attention of any possible buyers, whether male or female, he didn't care as long as he got paid.

~~

Another feather fell from the wings of Zach as he paced in his cell. There was already a small pile of the feathers that had already fallen from his stressful mood, "They always do this, don't they realize that when they leave me lock up I get too stressed to do anything?" He walked over to the window that served as one wall, pounding a fist on it, "Come on, I know you guys are out there!" He gritted his teeth before walking away from the wall, his feathers ruffled up a bit from the rage.
He turned at the sound of the doorknob rattling when it opened, "Finally." He looked the scientist over, seeing that it was one of the men that didn't really care for him, "What test is it today?" He asked, his stomach complaining since he hadn't been fed yet.
"Well, you'll find out soon enough, and if you are good, you get fed." The scientist smirked, shutting the door behind him and walked over, knowing that Zach had been around long enough to know it was useless to fight the scientists.
The goshawk anthro turned away from the scientist, his wrists close together behind his back, waiting for the pain that always came when certain scientists were retrieving him from his cell. He winced from the pain of the zip-tie dig into his wrists, it got him every time even though he expected it. He sighed as he was pushed along the familiar passage way that he knew well enough.

~~

Nate sighed, tipping his bottle back and tried to get the few last drops of the cheap booze that he had wrapped in a paper bag, "Oh come on... Please, just give me the last few drops." He sighed and looked into the bottle, getting the last drop in his eye, "Damn it!" He threw the bottle away from himself where it shattered against a building wall. He looked around, annoyed that he didn't have enough money to get more. He froze at the sight of a truck coming close to him, "Hey... Like what you see?" He asked with a small smirk, hoping that he wouldn't have to do much to get paid tonight.
"Grab him." One of the two men said and they both opened their doors, Nate's eyes widened a bit as he turned to flee, "Shit." He muttered, glad he was wearing the old sneakers he picked off of the last person he had to provide his services to. He let out a 'oof' when he was tackled, squirming as hard as he could to get free, throwing as many punches he could. The man on top of him cursed when a fist hit his jaw and stared to punch the new 'volunteer' until he was knock unconscious.
The man that had caught Nate cuffed his wrists and ankles together before picking him up and carried him back to the truck, a small bruise starting to form where he had been hit, "He was a pain, but I got the last one. Time to head back." He smiled and tossed the unconscious victim next to the girl they caught.

Tori squirmed as the truck started up it's engine again. "MMMPF!!!" The gag muffled her scream, as the hand cuffs cut into her wrists as she tried to pull free of them. She looked down at the man that they had thrown in with her. She used the flat end of her heel and gave him a nudge.

No movement. She kicked him in the side now. Trying to stir him. Then the smell hit her. He smelt of heavy alcohol... even if he did wake up, it wouldn't be until late tomorrow, in which he'd have a nasty little hangover. One more try though... one more try.

She kicked him in the side again. When he didn't stir she whimpered behind the duct tape they and put on her mouth. "San 'ff beck." She said, hitting the wall of the truck with her elbow. The worst part about it, is no one would come looking for her... not some temporary hostess at a nighttime bar.

Nate laid there, not really feeling the pain, though bruises started to form where she had kicked him. Her heel tore a hole in his fishnet shirt, making the bruise more noticeable. The truck rumbled back towards the lab where the volunteers and experiments were kept.

~~

Zach watched everything he could without moving his head, knowing that this assistant liked to hit him for any excuse he'd get, "So... more flying through hoops today?" He asked curiously as they stepped into a room filled with posts, ledges, hoops hanging from the air and other odd trinkets that made it seem like a large bird cage.

"Hold still." The assistance growled as he pulled out the knife from his belt and cut the zip-ties, the blade nicked Zach's wrist, drawing a small line of blood.

"I was." Zach growled, rubbing his sore wrists before glaring at the scientist, "Why do you do this all the time? Don't you think that maybe next time you miss my wrist, Dr.Stock?" He looked at the cut and rubbed the small drops of blood away on his pants.

"Fly to the highest post and grab the rope that hangs from the ceiling." Stock told him, looking down to his clip board for half a second before watching the anthro jump into the air, his wings beating hard enough to send the scientist's lab coat flapping wildly.

Tori simply sat back and waited for the truck to come to a stop. When the doors opened, she couldn't really tell. She felt their hands grip her upper shoulders, pulling her out along with the man that they had taken as well. She struggled only a little before she took the building just ahead of them. Her mouth gaped open as she stared at the odd shaped building.

The men pulled out the man, not really caring so much if the drunk got hurt on the way in as one dragged him into the building where he was tossed onto a gurney to make it easier to transport the unconscious volunteer.

Zach looked down after he grabbed the rope that was as thick as his arm, using his talon-like feet to hang onto the rope with a better grip. He watched the scientists on the other side of the glass writing things down and doing other experiments, "Now practice the normal routine." Stock shouted from down below.

He let out a sigh and held onto the rope for a few more seconds before dropping to the ground below, his wings pulled tight against his body until he was twenty feet off the ground, shooting them out and flipped himself upright. He slowed his fall a few feet away from the ground and glided gently down before his claws clicked onto the ground, "There, first part is done. When is my meal?" He asked as he rubbed a sore spot on his wing.

"Patience is a virtue..." One of the scientists said as he came out from behind the window with his notepad and pen poised. "You did excellent today." He said scribbling down several notes before tucking the pen behind his ear. "Well will have to cut the daily exercises short today Dr. Stock. We have a few new arrivals." He raised his hand before the doctor could say anything. "... One is a drunk... he probably won't make it out of the first process. We don't have much hope for the girl either... But we must take all precautions like usual."

"Patience is nothing when you are being half starved everyday." Zach glared at the newcomer, his feathers ruffled up a bit, upset that he was having to wait even longer for his next meal. He jumped up onto a post, his talons curling around it to hold him there securely, "So what are they going to be mixed with? Another feline or canine? How about a monkey?" He smirked at his own remarks.

Dr. Stock let out a small sigh before nodding, "Shall I put the bird back in his hen house?" He asked, not really caring to be near the anthro as much as much as he had to be.

"Can I come for once? I think I've been here long enough for you guys to know that I won't do anything." The goshawk anthro asked curiously, leaning on a rope from his post, hoping that he'd be allowed out of the daily routine.

The scientist looked from Dr. Stock towards the goshawk hybrid. "You? Come to watch the process... We, can't really allow that. There is too much risk involved." He said shaking his head. "Besides, food is waiting for you when you go back to your room. If you are so hungry you won't mind missing one more test run, will you?" He said with a small smile. He scratched the under-end of his chin where some scruff had started growing from the lack of being at home, before turning back to Dr. Stock.

"You can take him back. You know why we can't allow him in there... too much risk of memories surfacing. That's why we had to put down the last one. They become hostile when they remember what happened to them." He said shaking his head.

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Tori waited for several seconds, before they finally picked her up and stripped her down from everything. When they unshackled her hands to remove her shirt she attempted to fight back slugging several men in the face. They removed everything quickly giving little time for her to fight and then sticking her in something that looked like a medical version of bondage, and it only covered the bare necessaties. She was then reshackled and put into the holding room. It was darker in here and it took some time for her eyes to adjust. The lights were tinted green giving it a surreal feeling. She brought her knees up to her chest, with her hands behind her back... she felt vunerable. She put her cheek on knee and stared at the door.

"Seven years in here and you think I'd become hostile?" Zach laughed and jumped over to another rope that hung from the ceiling, trying to get a better view of the other experiments going on down behind the glass, but let out a sigh when he couldn't see much, "Fine I'll head back to the bird cage, but I want out more often... My wings get sore from staying cooped up for so long." He complained as he fluttered down to the ground, pulling his wings tight against his body and held his wrists behind his back, waiting to be cuffed again.

"Yeah... I wouldn't mind putting this pain in the ass down though." He smirked at the thought before moving over to Zach and pulled a pair of zip-ties out, binding his wrists together and nudged him to move back to his cell.

~~

Nate was stripped of what little clothes he had before moved into a similar bondage set as the girl. "Jeez this one reeks horribly. Where did they find him?" One of the scientists muttered as he moved him into the same holding room, setting him to face the girl, "Have fun chatting." He laughed before leaving the room. A small rumble came from Nate as a belch rolled out, though it didn't seem to disturb his slumber.

"He's been the only success we've had so far. Others have died only a few months afterwards if they managed to get past the final test. That's why we only get those that don't matter to society anymore... They're expendable." His tone was rather dark as he said the last few words. He turned back to Zach, "We'll see what we can do for your comfort, but don't set your sights on it." He then walked back behind the glass and disappeared.

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The door opened for the drunk to come in with her. When the smell hit her she nearly vomited. She pressed her face up against her shoulder trying to block out the smell, but it was pointless. "Jesus Christ... " She muttered. She tried kicking him again, this time without heels. "Hey! Wake the hell up!" She kicked him a couple of more times.

Zach sighed and headed back to his cell, his wings brushed against the ground as he walked, "So, Stock, why are you guys making hybrids between humans and animals?" Zach finally asked after they were close to his cell. He knew they would never tell him, but it was always worth asking every now and then.

"You know we can't." Stock grumbled and shoved him into the cell, pulling out his knife and cutting the ties before leaving, "Foods on your bed."

Zach nodded and waited til he was alone before eating his meal.

~~

Nate let out a grunt this time when he was kicked, starting to come to, "Wah? OW! Fuck!" He grumbled and looked around bleary eyed, glaring at his assailant, "What the fuck was that for you lousy bitch?" He growled before noticing he was naked, "Where are my clothes?"

Tori glared at him. "... They stripped you of them. I would think that that was pretty obvious." She growled. One thing she did not agree with was being called a bitch. She rolled her shoulders, trying to keep them from aching.

"Who is they?" He glared back, completely confused about his surroundings, "This doesn't look like the prison I'm normally tossed into every now and then." He grumbled and tried to wiggle out of the restraints, "Don't they know how to tie up somebody." He looked around, "Well... I'm Thanatos, or Nate if you prefer." He figured he might as well introduce himself to the only company at hand.

She looked at him, frowning. She was stuck with an alcoholic, it finally hit her what he was and why he smelt so god awful. "Tori..." She said still trying to bury her nose into her shoulder. "They know how to cuff you, that's for sure."

The door opened, allowing florescent light to flood the room, blinding them temporarily. "Okay... Let's go big guy." A man with the physique of a bodybuilder went over to Nate and picked him up from under his shoulder. "We're going to hose you down... boss says you can't be filthy when you go in..."

"Well nice to meet you Tori." Nate smiled, though it quickly faded into a frown when he was being man handled out of the cell, "Hey now, no need to be touchy, I haven't done anything wrong besides selling m'self, and I know that's allowed in some districts." He tried to struggle free, "Where is this 'in' at? And I hope you have a bucket, cause if you keep rocking while you walk, I think I'm going to hurl." He complained. He always complained when he got nervous.

"I am not allowed to discuss these matters with you. You will be cleansed and then go through the first process when we come for you next. If you do not succeed your corpse will be processed and disposed of." He said in such a non-chalant way, it was like he was robotic.

"WAIT!! WHAT DO YOU MEAN MY CORPSE?" Nate shouted louder than he needed to, struggling more now than before, "Where the fuck am I? I want my lawyer!!" He growled and tried to bite the man carrying him.

~~

Dr. Stock watched the struggling volunteer go past him and chuckled, "My what a fighter, I hope he survives." He smirked and went to go see what the other volunteer looked like, "My what a pair we got this time." He smiled when he walked into the holding room, looking at Tori like a piece of meat.

"We've already done extensive research on you, Thantos. You don't have a lawyer, or close family." The man said as he simply held the man with a tight grip. "Now... Behave or the water will turn cold. Understand?" He said before tossing the man into a room that looked similar to a jail cell with several shower heads in it. As soon as Nate landed, the man slammed the cell door shut and locked it.

There was a small buzz before a automated voice came over the intercom. "Cleansing in three... Two... One." Water came from all of the shower heads at once.

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Tori tried to refocus to the bright light once more, squinting at the silhouette that stood at the door. She pulled her knees to her chest once again, glaring at him. She wanted her heels back, suddenly. "Who the fuck are you?"

"What... How do you know my name?" He asked, pacing the shower cell like a caged wolf, wincing when the hot water hit his flesh, "What do you want from me?" He grabbed the bars to the cell and tried to shake the door, though it was useless.

~~

"I am Dr.Stock, one of the scientists that work here. You my dear, will be a shame if you don't survive, unlike the goshawk I want to get rid of." He smiled and moved closer, brushing a hand against her jaw line, "My my, what a pretty one you are."

"I am not classified to share that information with you. Besides you will know soon enough if you survive." He said with a smirk. It was the first sign that he was actually human and not a twisted version of a robot. "Dr. Stock with have fun with you two. And if you misbehave, I'll have some fun as well."

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Tori jerked away from his hand and pushed her back against the wall to avoid him from touching her again. Then what he had said finally sunk in and hit her, like a punch to the stomach. "Survive...? Survive what?! What do you want with us?!"

"Not classified? Who's this Dr.Stock and how do you know my name?" He was starting to panic, pacing the cell again. He glared at his guard, "I want out of here. I didn't sign up for anything!!"

~~

"I could tell you now, but that'd ruin the fun of surprise." Stock smirked and headed out of the room, "Tell me, what's your favorite animal?" He laughed from the doorway before leaving, not caring for an answer.

The shower turned off abruptly, the guard smirking as he opened the door. He gripped Nate by the shoulder and lead him out of the cell. "I told you, we know everything about you." He said with a dark grin on his face. He lead him back down towards the holding room and threw him in with Tori once more.

Tori watched as the man walked out of the room. Her mind spinning out of control with questions. "Wait!..." But it wasn't long before Nate was thrown back into the room. Her face was of pure terror as she looked at him.

"You're turn, missy." The guard went and reached for her arm, but she scooted backwards. "... Feisty." He said as he lunged for her arm, and gripped it when he finally got a hold of her. A small bruise welting up under his hand. She was dragged out of the holding room.

Nate looked at the man in shock, "You can't know everything about me... Unless you've been following me..." He started to flush at the thoughts of the man following his every move and knowing more about him than anybody else did. He headed over to the corner of the room when he was tossed in, curling up and shaking from being cold.

Tori went through the same process as Nate, but she just stood in middle allowing the water to run down her body. She didn't face the guard, instead she just crossed her arms over her chest looking down. When the water ubruptly stopped she was dragged back to the holding room and tossed in beside Nate. "... They are going to kill us..." She said quietly, after the door closed. She didn't look up at him.