You felt something warm embracing you. Something that has held you so lovingly and protectively, unwilling to let you get hurt or even let you go.

       In the atmosphere you were in, you snuggled closer to the source and sighed happily. You were so cozy that you were not ready to open your eyes yet.

             You adjusted your position to your comfortability and snuggled deeper into his chest. And at that moment a deep chuckle was heard which sounded like sweet music to your ears, like you had been waiting to hear it all your life.

       You open your eyes lazily and you see him looking down at you, his eyes filled with adoration, wondering how had he been so lucky enough to get a jewel like you.

           You gave him a stupid grin as you stretch in his arms. That was when you realised that you were in his arms, placed between his legs and his hands were wrapped around your body securely.

            A plain brown blanket was pulled over to shield both of you from cold and make it cosy enough for both of you to fall asleep.

            Even though you were pushed in a white room which had nothing but a clear white bed stuck to a side, you both were pushed into a corner which suddenly had seemed like such a good idea of being snug.

         You also notice that there was a camera put there in a corner, to take note of all your actions further on. Something that has been there all your life but you hadn't missed it at all since you escaped.

          You look up, back into his blue eyes. Something you have really missed but never realised since you had your memory forgotten.

          "Good Morning, Angel!" He whispered cheerfully and you smile as you snuggled even closer to him, just not yet ready to leave him. You were very comfy in that position to even move. Plus he liked it too since he didn't push you off, like he usually does.

            "Very comfortable, I see?" You look at him through your long lashes and gave him an innocent smile once again as you tilt your head away from him, giving you a better look of his chiselled face.

             A few moments spent in silence, as you both looked at each other, admiring the best features you deeply loved about him.

           You see you loved everything about him and you couldn't even pinpoint the things you didn't. On the second plane, you could see that he felt the same about.

           You loved his icy blue eyes and the way it shone when you are the reason for it.

          You loved his naughty smirk which always reminded you of the past you had with him which consisted your whole life.

           You loved his messy hair, the way it fell. It was to perfection and you didn't want it any other way.

            You loved all of him and you realised you missed it so badly after you got your memory back. How could you have lived those two years without seeing him every day?

           Suddenly you remembered what happened just moments back. The part where you both were strapped onto the bed after you were caught. All those emotions that had come bleeding out of him.

           Worry takes place in your eyes and you felt content that after all that took place, at least now he was safe in your arms, that you would be able to be on his side, that now you could comfort him properly.

            "Hey, are you ok?" you asked him as you play with his dog tag, twirling it in your fingers.

              You had the deepest desire of snapping that thing off his neck and whisking him off, far away from this torturous way of living to your dream life. But then it made you think: - When you lost your memory, what had made you hold on to that dog tag around your neck?

             Well, it was the only thing which contained the basic information of your life and it was the only piece that was left from your old life. Maybe that's why?

              "Yeah, I am fine. You know me! It was just a momentarily thing..." He explained with a casual shrug. "I know you well enough to know that, Beasty... You know I just hate to see you like that." You admitted softly.

           His warm hand goes under your chin and forced you to look up to him, making your eyes meet his and he placee a soft kiss on your forehead.

            "I know, baby and I'm sorry that things turned out-" Suddenly your fingers went up to his lips, silencing the forth-coming words from escaping.

            "Shhh!!! What's done is done!" You let out firmly and he nodded willingly. You both kept silent for a while.

          You could feel his stare on your actions which was quite distracting as your attention and solely been on his chain which you were playing with, like a little girl.

           Suddenly you look up and catch him looking you. He doesn't turn away to prevent himself from being caught. In fact, he willingly accepted the fact that he was and gave his angelic smile.

         He wanted you to know that he really adored you for who you are as he knew from top to bottom as well as inside out just as you knew him. You didn't have anything to hide from him and nor did he have any reason to hide from you.

        "Luke? Do our talents work?" You ask softly yet innocently as you were still playing with his chain.

        A voice replied in your mind which you very well knew it wasn't yours because of the male tone. 'Does this answer your question?'

         Oh, how much you missed his voice in your head! In fact it made you feel empty without it. And hearing his voice now just made you feel refreshed. You smile as the red began to flush your cheeks.

             'So the serum didn't work?' You project your question outwards and you know he heard it cause he shook his head to prove it. 'It did...'

           Looking at my confusion, he continued. '... It's just its job wasn't to subdue our talents. It was used as a sedative so our bodies could heal and energy could replenished. For that to happen they had to knock us out and place us together.'

          You nod, absorbing everything in. 'But that means-' 'Yes, you are right... They need us for something." He agreed. 'And we can't fight back?' He shook his head. 'Oh!'

            'Do they know about this?' You ask curiously. 'About what?' He asked, not knowing what you were talking. 'About us able to talk in our minds...'

             'Well no, they don't... Just keep your heart beat in control... They already know a lot about us... We don't need to give them another thing to add on to their list.' You just nod.

         Again silence prevailed in the room of white and you find yourself enjoying the warmth radiating out of his body.

           You realised that the clothes you had been in has been changed and now you were in a plain white dress which landed mid-thigh and he was dressed on a white full-sleeves buttoned see-through shirt and white tracks.

            You also notice that the shirt had only one or two buttons on and you had been staring at his toned chest. Instinctively you finger moves to his chest and you begin to trace the weird markings which reminded you of the movie 'Mortal Instruments'.

         They were so alike. He was your Jace and you were his Clary. You could totally co-relate to that movie.

        He grinned. "Like what you see..." He let out aloud. I made a face at him and then rolled my eyes. "Don't fly too high, Beasty... There is enough place down on Earth" You tell him with a wink and a smirk.

           "Ah! I missed that so much..." "And what about me?" You ask with a pout as you cross your arms on your chest. "Not at all..." He answered casually with a shrug and a smile. Your brow rose questioningly.

          "Ok Angel, I missed you so much that I thought I would die without you!" He lets out as he gave you a bear crushing hug even though you were sitting between his legs.

           He crushes you so hard that you actually hear your ribs crack. God, you feel so puny in front of him. That's what instils pride in him that ensures him that he could still protect you.

        "One thing that makes me superior to you." He agreed smugly. And you let out a tired sigh. He was right.

           Talent-wise, even though you both had different talents, they made you both equally dangerous. And both of you had been taken caution of.

          A weakness had been implanted ever where in the labs as as a shield so that the anger of these two supernatural beings did not affect the working scientists  and they could not escape. It was a futile attempt of anything.

          Plus the punishments here were really heavy and harsh so it was lesson not to do anything wrong or thing could be made worse. So you never did anything wrong until this GREAT ESCAPE which turned out to be another test.

    "Beasty?" "Yes, Angel..." "I have to tell you something..." You murmured against his chest. "What is it, Love?" He asked as he strokes your hair lovingly. "I love you..." You confessed softly.

       You could hear his racing heart beat which was natural to hear and you could feel his chest falling up and down and that was something you loved hearing cause it gave you the assurance that he was here, with you. He sighed happily, like he was waiting to hear it.

           It seemed that he wanted to admit to you immediately but he had to wait as he was scared that maybe your memory hadn't revived completely. You could feel it.

         "As I love you..." He replied, pulling you closer and wrapping his arms protectively around you as you adjust the blanket properly, the only colourful thing that was there in the room. "How much do you love me?" You ask innocently.

           You began to play with his fingers. You were sliding the ring in and out. The same ring you got for him when you were sixteen, a promise ring that you were never letting go of each other till needed.

          You still had yours on and they looked pretty when placed together. It was nothing but a thin band of platinum with diamond studs. You didn't care about what it was worth... but you did care about its value.

          After all it was one of the rare things you could gift each other. Yeah, stupid lab rules... They never did give you both any freedom.

         "I love you so much that I could love you to the moon and back and still go on loving you forever more..." He murmured and then pulled you up to his lap and leaves sloppy kisses on your neck.

          You were a little heated and turned on by this and it was making it rise to your cheeks.

           His hands were wrapped around your stomach and yours were placed in his. "I could never stop loving you... ever..." He murmured as he turned you around and you straddled him as you let your legs willing wrap around his waist.

      You felt your dress rip a little at the side but you didn't care as long as you had him.

         He kissed you hard on the lips and you readily melted into, savouring each and every moment his lips nipped at yours.

           Your arms automatically snaked around his neck and your fingers dug into his hair while his hands run all over your curved sides.

      You opened your mouth a little so that he would have a chance to slide his tongue in but he had other plans in mind.

          He left your lips, moved to kissing your jawline then down your ear to the base of your neck.

          When he reached and liked the spot he kissed, he began sucking on it. Hard. He was giving you a love bite.

         Your moaning got a little louder as you clutched his hair and pulled him towards you.

         "What are you doing to me?" You puffed seductively.

        He pulled away a little to meet your eyes. "I'm marking you..." He breathed casually.
           "Why?" "So I can let others know that you are rightfully and only mine..." You could feel his warm breath on your neck and then you could feel the contact of his lips on your skin.

           "I readily agree..." You let out.

        Suddenly you hear a clearing of the throat.

          You jerk back and both of you look in the direction of the sound. You see Father standing at the foot of the door in his neat white lab coat, hands behind his back.

          You quickly stand up and so does Luke.

           You observe that his hair on the head (which was scarce) and the chin had turned grey, his black stern eyes looked intensely at both of you as if you committed a crime and his lips were pressed in a thin line. His rounded glass was placed at the tip of his nose and his rounded short figure just gave away that he must've gained some weight while you were gone.

            Now that Father has walked in, he just caught both his children in a heavy make out session.

         'Great! It was something that was needed! We have disappointed Father again!' You thought to Luke and he had to try keeping the grin down as soon as he got the message.

          God, he loved your sarcasm! It was a natural thing to you.

          At one moment, you were expecting Father to burst out in anger of the unneeded things he saw but then he just fake-smiled.

         "Welcome my children... I am so glad you have come back home..." He spoke in that dramatic tone.

         Three things to point out: - First, did Father just memorize a speech and puke it out here? Second, did he just call this Home? Cause it was nowhere near it. This was hell on Earth and I don't even know the definition of home... any more. Third, why am I acting like a girl? I was never this way.

         Hearing my thoughts, Luke burst into laughter and both, Father and I sharply turned at him in confusion and he muffled it by clamping his lips together.

         "Something funny, Luke?" Father asked formally.

        Only I knew his thoughts so I understood but Father didn't cause he had no clue.

          "No!" Luke replied, bowing his head low and then mimicking Father's actions by putting his hands behind his back.

          You could see the smile trying to peak up Luke's lips and he bit them to keep it together.

          "No what?" Father asked sternly but he didn't raise his voice. He only raised his voice when he was really angry and wanted to raise his hands on us.

         But us being test subjects, that wasn't allowed and he couldn't take advantage of that. Some how he was still allowed to torture us. So under the excuse of tests, he always managed to punish us and create the fear.

        "No Father..." Luke let out, letting his head low so he could roll his eyes, something our creator never caught.

        "Good!... Now as I was saying, it's good to see you both back and safe... and I have to say, I am very impressed that you have aced your test..." He says impressed.

        You give him a fake smile and Luke rolls his eyes again. Like that was something to be proud of.

          "So you have earned your rest and in two days, we start the small tests again.... It will be simple questioning and testing, nothing major. So relax!... Oh! I missed you both so much! I bet your mum would be proud of both of you..." He let out, faking every word as it rolled out.

          And with that anger starting to build up in me. He was pretending like all of this was normal. Like we were normal. Was he insane? Was he affected in the brains too? Had science gotten to him that fast?

          You felt Luke's hand on your shoulder, gesturing that you should calm down. You look at him and he gives one sharp nod.

         He could read your mind and he knew what would happen if you kept it in. To assure you your interpretation  of what his gesture meant, his voice came into your mind. 'Let it out, sweetie... We do not want the pulse to come out...'

       You see your Father turning away to walk out.

          "Father!" You shouted and he turned back with his brow raised. "Yes Father, I am talking to you!" You say bravely.

      You know that this simple gesture has earned the punishments and you do have the chance to stop it there instead of making it worse. But you didn't. You had to let out. The Pulse was a dangerous thing to let out.

        What is Pulse? Well, it is a sense of dark energy that radiates at the diameter of the intensity of the emotion carried by the one who contains this talent and it is very powerful and not something that should be taken lightly off.

          A power so strong and pulsating that you could feel the vibration of its after-effects. Mind you, it has the power and mind of its own. Once released, it would do anything to create a major havoc. Which makes it completely unreliable and unpredictable.

        That was one thing that made you super dangerous. And with that power, even the weakness that the lab is using couldn't stop.

         The difference, they didn't know it. You did. And you have been saving it for something big.

            "Why are you doing this to us?" You ask him softly but seemed like in pain. He still looked confused.

         "What am I doing?" he asked plainly, like he didn't give a f***. "Why are you acting like all of this is normal? You clearly know it's not. We get it! We are freaks!" You say sadly.

           You were right. You were never gonna be treated like a normal person. You and Luke are both still gonna be outcasts. You don't fit in the normal category of people.

            "No, Rochelle! You are not freaks. You are mart-" "You are martyrs for the generation of the future. Oh, cut that bull crap!" You yelled and he seemed to be shocked by your sudden outburst.

           "You call us your children and we, our father... But you are nothing but an a******! You can't even get my name right, for God's sake! If you were my father, you would at least get that right!" You just rambled on.

           Whatever was in your mind was just let out in front of him. "All those stupid tests and questioning...That wasn't supposed to be our lives! You turned us into this! Because of your stupid science-filled brain, we are leading our lives this way. In pain and in misery. And all we have is each other. Because of you, we do not know what normal even is. Because of you, we are stuck in this hell hole... You thought you were our father. But guess what you B******? You are not even close to it. If we even die tomorrow because of your stupid punishments and tests, you wouldn't give a f***. Even if it is by your hands... You know I'm disgusted by you and your mind set and I blame you for everything in my life... cause everything is wrong... except for Luke. He is the only reason why I'm even holding on." you finally let it all out and it felt so good. You felt free.

            Suddenly you realise that the whole time Luke's arms were around your waist hugging you. At first you didn't understand why but then later it clicked.

       You must've felt the wave of anger passing through you that you must've wanted to strangle Father.

        Wait, you are not even gonna call him that. His new name will be B******. It suits him.

        And screw punishments, you were tired of being the little good girl for so long. And now she is dead and gone. The b**** had come alive and she is gonna whip any asses that comes in her way.

            B****** who was so shocked just turned and walked away after murmuring something. He said "After the tests, your punishment awaits." And the scared cat ran away.

            You turn to Luke, facing him. His hands were still on your waist. And your hands rest on his chest. "You did a good job, I must say!" He compliments. "Why, thank you Mr Connors!" You accept it with a flirtatious smile.

         "And for the first time I'm punished because of you... I hope it can make it up for all the times I put you through it..." And it cracks a smile of amusement on your lips. A small amount of silence spent.

       "I've gotta to tell you something...Soon we are escaping... Again!" You whisper excitedly. "What? No, we can't do that!" You narrow your eyes at him. "And why not?"

          "Because..." Your brow rose questioningly. "We'll I'm scared... If they catch us again, we will go through a series of new found torture... And I don't think I'm ready to let you go through it." He admitted softly and in pain even under the thought of that happening.

         "No, we can and will escape and we are not getting caught this time... I have the Feeling..." You convince him as your eyes shine with new hope radiating out of them. He looks at you unsure.

           "Is the feeling strong?" he asks and you nod. "How much?" "Very!" Then he smiles. "Then soon I guess we are... but we are not breaking apart..." "Yeah, we are not!" You agree.

             "Promise?" "I promise!" And with that you both embrace under the camera whose lens focused only on you too.