Darkfang's creation

Zakuro had a sneer on her face and leaned down to bite his face.

Darkfang braced himself, not entirely sure what to expect

She cletched hard onto his skin pulling up attempting to rip his face off

Darkfang felt intense pain in his face. It was at that moment when Zakuro's master's camp seemed to become filled with them. The appeared to be human, but dressed strangely and wore masks. Many of them fire tranquilizers at Zakuro

OOC: They've stayed in one spot for a long time, so it kind of seems logically that they would be able to find them.

OOC: They were watching

IC: Zakuro dodged and growled at the others.

Darkfang collapsed on the ground, bleeding from spots where his skin began to tear. Some men stepped up with electric rods and special suits. They were intent on capturing Zakuro for their experiments

OOC: Actually, they only just now arrived. It was practically a coincidence

Zakuro snapped at one and snapped it's metal bar "Get away!" she snapped bloody teeth bared.

Darkfang struggled to get back to his feet. Most of them were too distracted with Zakuro to notice him

Dark was hit by a tranquilizer dart. Her eyes glazed over and she slumped all of her 60 pounds onto Darkfang.

Zakuro looked at them and then ran off as the stranger's chased her.

Darkfang was knocked back down by Dark. He watched Zakuro run off and other men surrounded him and Dark. He knew of only one fate for them now, and it was a fate worse than death

The world turned black.

They were picked up and tossed into the back of a van. Darkfang wished that he hadn't met Zakuro, because it was her fault that they had found him and Dark

Dark lay sprawled out on top of him...light now.

Darkfang pushed Dark off of him and pulled out the tranquilizer dart. He didn't remember seeing her at the lab before, but maybe she had been there...

Dark flinched in her sleep. As always she started to talk in her sleep. "I'm not an experiment."

~experiment~ suddenly Darkfang was hit with a flashback. The hairless creatures observing him, the strange lab. Most of all he remembered what had happened to 2R316

"03R217." The numbers jobbed his memory of his past. He remembered.

OOC: Go nuts.

OOC: Which the memory?

IC: Darkfang felt his memory return to him. All at once he could see himself in the container. They jabbed him with needles, ran countless tests on him. He brushed the earring in his left ear. It was a gift from them. A suppressor. It was what had kept him to their specifications, and was what they had used to track him as well.

OOC: Of the lab.

IC: "Help...me...I don't want the memory eraser..."

He recognized the name of the machine. It was like a giant computer in the center of the room. With it, supposedly, they could remove your memory of ever being in the lab. And yet he and Dark still suffered from the horrors they had seen, so it clearly didn't function as well as they had thought.

He remembered at one time one of the experiments had been returned to it's container after being through the memory eraser and it looked as if it wasn't even alive anymore. He wished he could have helped them to escape their terrible fate, but he knew that it was inevitable

Dark's word reminded him that after the memory eraser, the face was blank and the voice close to robotic.

Darkfang wanted to stop the suddenly flood of memories. It hurt to remember them almost as much as they had actually hurt when they happened. The only upside was that he knew what he had to look forward too

Dark shivered on the cold metal floor. She looked small and helpless.

Darkfang felt the need to comfort Dark. Seeing as they were both experiments, they were practically family in his eyes.