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John fumed silently, at a loss for what to say. The machine was right of course, but any body with working hormones had to have some kind of emotion, some kind of feeling. It would be useless to make a Chimeran counterpart without taking advantage of its instincts.

He looked up an to his right, spottig Demitria through vent holes in the cage floors and ceilings, trying to keep his sorrow from showing. He wasn't able to help her here. He wasn't able to help anyone inside the slaughterhouse, not caged up like this. Not trapped once more.

Panther crawled out from underneath the brush and sat down, back to the foliage, tucking her wings closed. "I've been looking for you," she said. She had come to this place to start her first search because this was where they had been right before John told them to split up. Right before John was taken, and her friends... Her big brother Lyall... were killed.

Rei obviously had the same thought. "Were you looking for me too?"

Devon walked into the chimera cage centre just as Jared was yelling at John and striking him...yet again. Devon said nothing but chuckled slightly at Jared incredibly short fuse. Surely the chimera would know by now about it.

Devon walked over, mask covering face as always around the chimera. "Having problems?" he asked Jared.

"Of course," Rei answered Panther, "It's better if we stick together right?" Especially since there's only two of us, thanks to that traitorous b***h. Technically, Hiccadu was not a traitor, though in Lucas' mind, which is partially that of a pack animal, he believed all the chimera as part of one pack, who need to stick together and only kill each other for leadership. Hiccadu was a different story; she served the scientist they all despised, killed their fellow chimera like they were nothing. A crime like that, in Lucas' mind, is unforgivable, and one of the things he plans to do when they finally go back to the slaughter house is to rip her to shreds and burn her, so that the scientist wouldn't even be able to clone a new Hiccadu.

Demitria rolled her eyes and shook her head before turning to the direction of the hall in which Hiccadu and Jared stood. She heard as Gel made her stand and simply crawled to the end of her cage, making sure she was far enough away to be hit again. “Gel, you shouldn’t say such things to attract attention from Yani’s son. Of course, I’m risking myself for another beating here but keep quiet,” she said directing this to Gel whom she could hear but not see. “Anyways, how is Yani? Haven’t seen him around lately, is he still old and wrinkly I presume?” She said to Jared, whom she eyed with her cat eyes. She tried to change the insult from Gel to herself, for she couldn’t stand Gel being hurt. Even though Gel was strong, she still felt she was a little girl at times. Demitria bit her lip, hoping she’d get less than a whipping for her insult.

((Sorry, I'll post for everyone tomorrow guys XD))

((I like the tune, with the classsical version basically. Lol and that is what Jared is XP An ugly mean jabberwocky!))

The ridiculous amount of sound in a room that tended to be close to deadly silent had woken Apsalar. She'd been sleeping - since the last round of experimentation, she'd spent a lot of her time sleeping. There wasn't really much else to do, considering, except plot escape. And lately, the world outside had never seemed so far out of reach.

She slowly uncoiled from her curled-up position, stretching a bit to soothe muscles gone sore and stiff. What on earth was all this noise? Shaking out sandy-blonde hair, she listened to the voices, and her brow contracted.

John? But hadn't John escaped? She recalled...

Then another voice. Apsalar stiffened. A very low, quiet growl - almost inaudible under the other voices - came from her. She could feel her skin prickling as her body's hackles rose.

Jared and his pet machine. Hiccadu.

She glanced down, and spotting John inside, put the pieces together. Recaptured, probably due to Hiccadu. She peeped through the cage bars, ever so briefly, and then pulled back once more. It wasn't like she didn't know what they looked like.

Feeling suddenly, unbearably cramped, Apsalar emitted a little whimper and shifted to the back of the cage. She belonged outside, she thought wearily, in the free air out there. She needed space to roam, and she'd never have it here. It always seemed so far away, and she was so tired of reaching for it.

Perhaps it was just time to accept that freedom was never coming.