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Pain. Horrible, pounding, throbbing, hurting. Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain. All of it hurt, it hurt so much, like a hot iron spike slowly sinking into his lungs. He couldn't breathe, his ears were ringing. His body wasn't responding, it felt like he was thrashing against nothing at all. His eyes could see nothing, even though he tried to move them He couldn't. He couldn't tell if they were open or closed. If he could feel anything other than horrifying pain, it would be fear. What was happening? Why couldn't he see? Why couldn't he move?!

I miss you... A voice, soothing, gentle. Like a balm to the angry child, who was that? He had never heard such a beautiful voice before. Suddenly, his world exploded in color, light hit his eyes with such clarity that he could see the lightbulb behind it. His first breath was ragged and heavy, letting out a choking, sputtering series of coughs and hacks as he squirmed.A needle was pulled out of his neck, a hole that closed instantly. There was no one in the room but the faint buzz of lights and the light clicks and clacks of machinery in the room. He felt hungry, beyond hungry. He had never felt such a horrible hunger in his life, his stomach thundered through his entire being. Another robotic arm, this time one who forced a nozzle into his mouth.

Whatever that came out of it a cornucopia of flavor with the consistency of beef broth. He took heavy, hungry gulps until nothing more came out. It was rich, almost too rich. He had never remembered tasting anything so good.
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None of this should have happened, none of it should have been real. Most of the technicians were staring at him like he was a monster, maybe he was. Doctor Thomas Haas scratched his chin in mild thought, his sharp blue eyes narrowing faintly at their newest puzzle. It had been entirely a hunch, considering his compatibility was one hundred percent. That had never happened before, and was theoretically impossible. One hundred percent was vampire, not even human. But he had strong vital signs, extremely strong.

"D...Doctor?" One of the technicians mumbled. "There...there must be some mistake, there is no way that anyone-"

"There is no mistake," Thomas murmured. No, those eyes...they were blood red. Brimming with power, brimming with hunger. Just like them, it was a chilling revelation. But knowing that he could be satisfied with food was enough.

"Summon Adrian," Thomas said faintly. "Move the subject to the training room, he must understand, and so will we."
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He didn't understand, but at least his world was starting to get a little more familiar. He didn't recognize where he was, but he recognized Eden military when he saw it. That was a relief, he had wondered what happened...but he was honestly in no shape to argue. His body still felt wrong, his insides were churning. His heartbeat felt erratic as his eyes traced over everything almost mindlessly. He didn't know he was shirtless until the rough hands of the gloved guards moved him along carefully. He could hear everything. He could hear the faint exhale of air from their combat boots, he could hear the minute rattle of their weapons gently tapping against their vests. He could hear their heartbeats. All of the noises were so clear and yet so distinct. He couldn't muster up the ability to speak, because he felt like talking would make him vomit.

He was grateful when they stopped moving, and when they reached the stainless steel floor, so cold and relaxing...he simply sunk down on it for relief. It was amazing, he had never appreciated cold floor until now. He closed his eyes contently, drifting into that wonderful state of limbo after feeling nothing but misery. And then slowly, but surely...he felt better. His guts weren't churning, his body was relaxing. He rolled over on his back with a labored grunt, arm over his eyes. What happened...? Why was he here...?

Gunfire, screaming. Shoving someone out of the way, the horrifying hiss of one of the wretched coming at him, teeth. More screaming, more gunfire. Immediately, his hand went to his collarbone, shooting up as he glanced down almost in a panic.

It was there, like a horrifying starburst of a scar. That was when he touched himself, and glanced his hands and arms. He tightened and flexed curiously, brows raised. What? What the hell was going on? He swallowed faintly, glancing around. It was nothing but a giant empty room.

"...Hello?" he called, his voice raspy and heavy.

Good evening, Ian. I'm sure you have a lot of questions, and some of them I won't be able to answer. You're in no danger, you're safely in District Zero of Eden. How are you feeling? Thomas said through the intercom.

District Zero?

"I don't understand," Ian muttered. "What's going on? Who are you?"

In due time, I promise. For now, though...your body is different. It is for your own safety and the safety of Eden that we allow you the chance to test it. You have the highest compatibility we have ever seen. But it needs to breathe. We will give you that chance.

"What?" Ian said in confusion. "Hey! That doesn't tell me anything!" he growled. "What the hell is happening!?" It didn't seem to matter much, or at least...it didn't matter to them. No, no. He was not one of those...things. Impossible, they test that kind of thing early. The doors on the opposite end peeled open, and he swallowed tightly. Guess he didn't have a lot of choice now, did he?
 
After it was clear that Adrian was not where she was supposed to be, Doctor Kaiser Faust made a personal trip to her private room along with two guards trailing behind him..not that he needed them. It was imply just standard protocol. He wished that she would take her studies more seriously, but even he could tell the remarkable talent she had of learning how to do things a little faster than everyone else. She was bored and there wasn't much he could do about that. She was the lowest rank and refused to do anything to increase it, such as taking the proper tests and going through the steps to be promoted. All she wanted to do was skate along and go out on missions. She was being difficult, but with an 89 percent compatibility rate, she was worth it.

He knocked politely on the door once, waited a few minutes, and then he simply pulled out a keycard to open her door. "Wait out here, she doesn't like too many people in her room at once." He told them. The guards simply nodded and took a step back before he let himself in. The place was completely pitch black, but he knew the layout of all the dorms and started to casually flip the lights on. There she was, his prized pupil...ass up in the air on the couch half naked while she slept. At least she was wearing panties this time. "I know you can hear me, wake up." He said with an amused tone of voice while he took a seat across from her.

For a moment she stayed still, but those brown eyes of hers lazily opened before she pulled one of the couch pillows over her head. "Too bright," She mumbled in annoyance. "What do you want, Doc? I'm not going to class today, I don't feel like it."

"Great, we need you for something else anyway. So get dressed, we're going to the training room." Those were all the words he needed to say for her to perk up and flip over, her head cocking to the side.

"Sounds fun...what am I training for? We haven't done any modifications for a while." She inquired as she moved herself off the couch. There was nothing sluggish about her movements...which was good. That meant she was excited.

"You're not training, Adrian. We found a man who has the highest compatibility rate in the history of Eden...We need to see what he's made of..what he can do. He's fresh out of the operating room....and he needs someone to show him what it means to be apart of this project. Doctor Haas chose you."

There was a moment of silence as Adrian dressed herself and freshened up a bit. It wasn't every day that someone beat her compatibility rate which was the best of all the students in the Academy...or rather it was. Now she was second best...she wasn't sure how to feel about it but she knew what was coming. "...Don't make me fuck him, Doc. You know how I feel about that."

"Adrian," Faust grumbled a bit with a sigh. "You're going to have to participate soon in the mating season..you can't keep pushing it off. Assuming he is perfectly stable, he's the only man that you should be mating with. You will produce wonderful offspring, the strongest."

"I ain't fucking someone I'm not interested in. And I'm not interested in being a breeding cow. So I guess we'll cross that bridge when we come to it, huh? Let's go..." Adrian wasn't budging on that, but sooner or later she knew they'd start getting on her case. Especially now when they had found someone who not only matched but surpassed her compatibility rate.

The walk to the training room was a silent one, simply because Adrian wasn't sure what to expect when she walked passed that giant metal door. The doctor only escorted her simply to make sure she didn't keep the others waiting too long. When she entered the room and saw the man inside, well she wasn't sure what she was expecting but it wasn't that. She got chills from him...he wasn't a vampire. No, she could hear his heart...smell his scent which had no traces of that virus. But did he ever feel like one...and those eyes were freaky. Some of the students eyes turned red during their genetic modifications...but his was different.

"Nice to meet you," She began awkwardly as she stood over him. Why was he on the floor like that? "I'm Adrian Gray. You don't look so good...like a deer in headlights...that's what you look like. The training room is relaxing though, walls so thick you can't hear anything but your own heartbeat. I always liked that."
 
Ian just stared at her her a moment before he slid off the floor, a noticeable mark of sweat. He could smell it on her, one of them. The people who only came to help when it was the worse it could possibly be. There was little more than disdain for it, but what could he do for it now? He glanced around a moment, noticing nothing but her and the walls. It was quiet, actually...there was a relief in that when he had so much noise in his head earlier he wanted to rip his ears out. She, however...was beautiful. Flawless even. Her body toned and muscular and a flair of femininity that made even his aching body temporarily feel a flush of pleasure.

"...Training room?" he said. His voice low and gravelly. "What's going on? What am I here for?"

Adrian, Doctor Haas said through the intercom. Don't hold back, and don't wait for him to adjust. I want you to go full force on him. Beat the life out of him.
 
Now that he wasn't sniveling on the floor, he was actually pretty attractive. But orders were orders, at least when it came to this man. There were certain people she didn't try, at least not directly in front of them. "Yeah, sorry.." She began as she pulled on her gloves. "I'll explain when you can't fight anymore, okay?"

The moment she finished her sentence, she was no longer in that spot. No, she was advancing at a rate that normal humans and weaker modified humans could not see. But she had a feeling when she wound back her fist that he could see her...but she still went to jab at his face anyway.
 
Ian's eyes widened a fraction of a second before she reared her fist back and he weaved out of the way, it was like a woosh of air. Like hearing the wind howl through the trees. He could see it, every movement was fluid and powerful. He could see the tightening of her muscles when she moved, the focus in her eyes when she punched. It was so clear, and so fast...it was like time didn't move at all as he glanced at her.

How did he do that?
 
"Not bad..." She muttered to herself, though her eyes remained focused on him before she went all out. She was told not to hold back, and she didn't. Her fists were nothing but a blur as she sent rapid punches towards his face, his chest, and she even went for his throat. If he could dodge that first jab fresh off the steel table, then he deserved to see her full strength.
 
Ian felt like concrete was slamming into his body, the pain was horrifying. His Ranger training was the only thing he knew, and there was nothing about dealing with something like this. But he did know martial arts, or what the Rangers knew as martial arts. You didn't want to be hand-to-hand out there, but at least it was getting some practical use here. Ian blocked one of her swings with his forearm, just in time for a fist to slam into his gut as he reared forward and headbutted her.

That hurt a lot more than he had expected.
 
Adrian grunted in pain but she didn't move, she only grabbed his forearm and squeezed as hard as she could in a vice grip. She ignored the blood that he managed to draw in his attack, especially when she felt the tingle of her flesh regenerating the superficial wound. She drew her free hand back and sent an uppercut to his chin while she continued to hold him in place. He was taking her hits rather well...
 
He felt his jaw slam into his teeth, and he was surprised that he didn't break anything. He growled in pain, grimacing to expose a pair of sharp canines. His eyes were burning red, furious in their intensity. Whatever this was, she was serious. If he was going to get any answers, he'd have to do this the hard way. He shifted forward, his knee slamming into her gut with as much force as he could manage. His body felt different, but familiar...and that sensation terrified him more than anything.
 
She could feel the force of his knee disturb her organs and it wasn't long before she hacked up blood. That did not make her let go of his arm though despite the strange feeling that made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. Those eyes were creepy...was he really one of them?

She wasn't going to look bad in front of all these doctors. Losing to someone with no formal training wasn't an option. She pivoted behind him and took his arm with her, pulling it behind his back as she looped her free arm around his neck and began squeezing.
 
Generally, he was used to having a superior footing when it came to this sort of thing. But the rules weren't like they used to be, even though she was a few inches shorter, he was tugged down in a vice grip as he gagged in surprise, fingers sinking into her arm. What the hell was the point of this!? He slammed his free elbow into her rib cage, multiple times. He couldn't do anything if he couldn't breathe right!
 
Each blow weakened her grip inch by inch until finally she backed off after hearing one of her ribs crack. He was strong...she had to rethink her strategy. She needed to knock him out cold before he could hit her again...she wasn't sure how much more she could take before she became sloppy.

She launched herself forward, though her speed was hindered slightly thanks to the cracked rib. "Hold still!" She roared as she sent another punch to his face.
 
Ian moved with her punch, pivoting his hip to slam his shin into her other side as he backpedaled. What was going on? He felt incredible, he felt the speed like nothing else. He couldn't believe how fast he was reacting, how strong he felt. She was strong, and she had good form...but now she had a kink in that armor. Time to crack it open and get to the bottom of this mess.
 
This time she was ready for a counter attack. She blocked his leg, ignoring the creaking of the bone in her forearm on impact. She didn't hesitate, she grabbed his leg and yanked as hard as she could. Maybe sending him to the ground would give her an advantage...
 
He shifted, but went with it. The impact on his back was painful, but he was beginning to learn just how durable he was now. He shifted his other leg up to meet her neck, locking his ankles as he grabbed her arm and pulled as hard as he could, twisting to get her to hit the ground. He had heard stories of these people, who hadn't? The ones that handled the real vampires, the ones that 'saved the city' on a daily basis. Not the Rangers, who had to stalk through graveyards of cities long past for viable bodies for research. Who killed thousands of wretched mongrels every day.

Them. It disgusted him that he had even become one, but how? That's what he wanted to find out.
 
Adrian did not expect him to do such a maneuver so quickly and was sent toppling over with him. The minute they both hit the ground, she bared her teeth and went right for his arms to attempt to pin him and gain the upper hand. He was really tenacious and she didn't like that. She didn't like that he was giving her so much trouble in front of the doctors that had such high hopes for her. He was making her look really, really bad!
 
He kept pulling on the arm, locked around it. It kind of disturbed him, honestly. It seemed like it would be so easy to dislocate the arm, like just giving it a little tug...he grunted heavily against her clawing hands, his chest flexing as he started to pull.

"Give up," Ian grunted. "Don't make me do it."
 
"There's no giving up when you become one of us, even if it's just training." She growled as she broke out into a sweat attempting to free her arm. It was painful and useless, he was going to tear her arm off at this point. But that didn't matter...she would struggle until she couldn't move anymore. She wanted to win against him but he was just...better than her. And she hated it.
 
"Suit yourself," Ian muttered, red eyes narrowed sharply as he simply put a fraction more force into his arms. The sound was almost anti-climatic, it was a faint grind of bone before he simply pulled the arm out of the socket. He needed answers, and he would go to some lengths to get them. What purpose did this fight serve? What were they even talking about?
 
Adrian grunted in pain, but even when she lost the feeling and control in her arm she did not give up. She decided to return the favor from earlier, head butting him with as much force as she could as she gritted her teeth. If he let go of her arm she could at least pop it back into place. Either way she was going to be in a massive amount of pain, but she could ignore it for now. She had been through worse...nothing quite like having one of your limbs torn off.
 
Ian grunted, fingers slacking on her arm as his legs shifted and he moved quickly to get to his feet with a side roll. She still wanted to fight?

"Are you insane, or just desperate to win?" Ian muttered, tongue brushing over his fangs experimentally. Well, that was new...a lot of things were new, and he didn't like any of them. "Can you please tell me what the fuck is going on? Why am I like this?"

Adrian, Thomas said, interrupting him. I was expecting something better from you.
 
Adrian felt her cheeks flush with anger when she heard those words. "I'm not done!" She screamed as she shoved her arm back into place. She ignored the searing pain and then got to her feet, her chest heaving as she tried to give her body the chance to heal. Her rib wasn't healing right since she was still squirming around. This was a good time to answer his questions..even if Doctor Haas was glowering down on her. "You haven't figured it out yet? You were operated on, and now you're one of us. You are super human now...the fact that you don't know what's going on means that you were recruited without consent...that means you weren't a civilian before this, right? You must have formerly been a ranger..."
 
Ian frowned at that, flexing his hands again. "That explains a lot," he muttered faintly, his burning red eyes glancing at her. "I suppose I didn't get a choice in this, either...so what is us fighting supposed to prove?"
 
"How stable and strong you are...they have never seen anything like you before. Consider this another study." Adrian answered as she rolled her shoulder. Her arm felt almost as good as new now and her side wasn't hurting as much. The bruises to her stomach were already purple and contrasted against her dark skin, but that was healing too. "So just take the fight seriously, okay? I won't stop coming at you until one of us is incapacitated."
 
"Guess we already know whose going to be out then, don't we?" Ian said, a faint grin slipping on his face. Well, if he's supposed to see what he could do...might as well embrace it for the time being. "I was expecting something a little more powerful from our great saviors."
 
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