Crimson Blood


    The light was damped, as the colorless floor was lifeless.


    "Thump"


    Hm, I guess it''s that time of the week.


    Week?


    What''s that?


    Time?


    What''s that


    It''s happing again, I keep saying words I don''t understand.


    Why, why do I keep thinking about this.


    This is annoying, why must I try to understand it? What do I gain from thinking?


    What is gain?


    Is it a name?


    Name? What''s that.


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    Ow, it hurts, my head hurts.


    Why? "Ow"


    ...


    What was that? Did I just speak? Huh, what''s speak? Why do I keep having this metal problem? I wish my brain would stop It.


    Brain?


    "Ow, ouch"


    I did it again. I talk, I for real just talk.


    I can speak now, but wait, who do I talk to?


    Ouch, that hurts, but in a different way?


    Whatever I''m sleepy anyway. "Sleep?"


    ...


    "Thump," thump"


    "Beep"


    "I swear I keep hearing talking barn."


    The steal door quickly opened, shadowing two human figures.


    "Jackson, I feel like the longer you stay here the crazier you get, you know that right?"


    Jackson quickly gave a disdainful look at barn as he sighed, " Hm, of course I know that you say the same thing every time I point something odd out."


    Barn laughed, as he grabbed Jackson''s shoulder. "My bad but look there''s nothing here see, well there is that unknown pure blood over there."


    Jackson quickly looked around the room, high tech computers, bullet proof glass and bottoms, yes you heard me bottoms. random bottoms that do random things, even though i say random in realty they only serve to do one thing and that is to protect us from that.


    Jacksons eyes fixated deep in the bullet cage, clear but also foggy slept a beast. Even though i call it a beast, Its actually lesser intelligent than a beast.


    Jackson quickly stepped forward. Looking there the glass, he saw it.


    "A pure blood," said Barn.


    Jackson quickly responded, "indeed."


    In the cage stood a tight rapped, man.


    Man? Can you even call it a man? Its body was lean, and its skin was non-existence, its Deep bone''s its sharp teeth and its body that stood 6 to 7 feet tall.


    And most definitely it''s eyes.


    "It looks to be sleeping," said barn.


    Jackson quickly stopped staring as he signed,


    ...


    "Interesting."