[Jacob]

K-Jal: "Hey, hey...wake up. Wake up(!)"

Sasha opened her eyes slowly and shifted in her box like bed. Her wings un-ravelled from her body and she moved her head closer to the bars. Squinting in the darkness...the darkness?

Sasha: "W-whats happened?"

Her throat was groggy and her mouth dry. She intended on going to sleep for 2 hours at the most, obviously it had been out alot longer. Even the Camera's red LED's that usually blinked to show activation were dead. Which was immensly strange, as the Vykker's, of this labratory at least, were immensly cautious, especially when it boiled down to their test subjects.

K-Jal: "I dont know, i got brought back here and after around 15-25 minutes there was blackness."

Sasha: "You sure it aint 'lights out'?"

K-Jal: "Positive."

Sitting back Sasha scratcher her head, dandruff slowly floated down to the metal floor. She couldn't see it but could feel it gathering under her finger nails.

K-Jal: "Cant we...escape?"

His voice was curious and full of hope and passion. He wanted her to say 'Yes' even if it was a lie.

Sasha: "We could, but its impossible to get out of these cages, and then we'd have to push the main door open."

She sighed and shuffled to the back of the cage, placing her feet on the bars of the cage door she pushed with all her strength. Her breathing became weezy and fast and she realised she wasn't upto the job. A low bark came from her frustrated person as she banged her clenched fist against the metal sheeting.

Sasha: "Shit(!)"

K-Jal: "Some of the others have escaped..."

This startled Sasha, it was a tone of voice that was sinister, amused and full of satisfaction.

Sasha: "What...how, how...*Coughs*...do you know?"

K-Jal turned to her, his red, slanted eyes squinting into a slim, letter box like slits.

K-Jal: "Infra-Red. Crozoá' cant live without it, heh."

He smirked behind his metallic mask and then turned his head to the right. Which was basically a metal wall, 6 ft thick. His vision pieced together a clump of Interns bussling around a warm object. Non-Organic. Possibly the Power Generator.

K-Jal: "The Generator has been fried."

He informed his friend of this to cure her curiosity. Thats if she was curious. He then got back to informing her of one of the escapees.

K-Jal: "Its a Paramite. Heh...On the wall."

Sasha was pushed up against the bars, for her it was like a story of retribution and revenge. Even though it wasn't her retribution or revenge, she'd still feel satisfied. He then continued to divulge the infomation he had.

K-Jal: "Its smelling the air, sensing where the creatures are...where its prey is, the exact positions of them. One of the Interns is running down the corridor, it hasn't seen its hunter...so its not to activate an alarm. The other two Interns are busily taking apart the Generator. The Paramite is crouching on the wall, its tentacles curling."

K-Jal watched in pure delight as the creature leaped, its sharp tentacles seering the flesh of the first Interns back. The creature cockling forwards, its long hands landing on the console to try and steady itself. But it was too late. The Paramites hooks had embedded themselves into the victims torso and its natural weapons were hacking the meat off its back, finally breaking through the back bone and paralysing, if not killing, its prey. And through all of this, blood was spattering on the console and on the second Intern.

K-Jal: "The other Intern has been splashed with blood. Its panicing. Trying to hit the offender with its flashlight. The Paramite is bemused...its...its..."

The Crozoá was becoming more and more breathless, his sentences getting shorter as if he was getting some perversed pleasure out of watching the deaths of the two Interns.

K-Jal: "Both...Both are dead...heh...its feasting."

Sasha was astonished by his depiction but also by the way he got exited...if not aroused by such a thing. She knew this was not normal, to say the least...K-Jal was disturbing. Far more than the Vykker's...

~End~

(OOC: Again, i ask for feedback. Will i be graced with any?)