Ike's pov

He was here- Why'd they keep him, and yet C, for short, was here... suffering. His hair had started to either... It was turning blue? C's face was cut and bruised. Somewhere along the line, a beard sprouted from his head. But most shockingly his eyes... Looked like liquid, as did his skin, fragile like porseilen, crystal clear with no definition, a milky sea, yet they're still familiar and Ike still melted under the breif gase the two had shared. But as amazed he was, he was also more than worried for the boy before him. The one he loved was indeed suffering but he'd a job to do. He aught too be focusing.

I'd seen it all now, the IRA started withdrawing some policies, slowly. I'd been sent out, scope, cheek surroundings, look for evidence; it fit so lonely. But how was he here? Hell how was I here?
They took him, I didn't understand; still don't. But honestly I just hoped he was alive.

Slowly Ike creeped across the barren concrete, laced with blood, drugs or anything else between them. His hands meet too familiar wrists pulsating with heat. Good, he was at least alive. The chamber they captured him in was... Almost hateful? It poured the feelings of the public eye, hate. Yeah, that was the word, but the air was heavy, musky, it felt thick; full of pure regret.

He looked at the form before him, looking at what had become of his boyfriend. He was getting distracted-

"Right the suspect is alive, next check for any information." His voice was low and shallow, he hates it, made him feel weak...

He looked across (what could beerly be called) the room he was in... Project Xcvt5; Cyanide hung proudly on a clipboard suspended in his mind.

"Right, I should check that out." He left the cell and looked at the iron door, spraying him and lover. The small board held every bit of information he never wanted to here.

"Name: Xcvt5; Cyanide
Gender: M
Age: 32
Age captured: 16
Date of capture:|September, 4th 2921|
Family status:

6th of the 9th, 2921;
His immediate family are aware of our operations and pleased by them.
We're aware he has a relationship, his partner is unknown.

28th of the 9th, 2921;
He has offered to take partake willingly in the experiments, for the protection of his lover. I have excepted.

Experiment: The exparement he's partaken in is the S.A.M.M.E (the Social Addiction to the study of Mutilation to Male Enemies), he's body will be changed, so to say, and tested to see if he'll be ABLE to withstand the radiation. If this is the case he will move forward to phase-"

Ike could not bare what he read next... He took the photo as evidenced and moved on with the experiments... Could they really do that? Legally? He wasn't sure but he just wanted to leave. Leave this place, leave C, leave this job and forget. He felt as if he was going to puke, he felt weak, physically and mentally.

He didn't do his job and he didn't protect his family. He'll leave this job, and protect him. Whatever is left of him, and whatever of Chris was taken by Cyanide. He will protect them, both of them...

How could you do such a thing to a human? His thoughts rang sharp, beating against his head, a human being and a chemically created being... How could you do it, and why? Thinking of the situation hurt him but what was he to do instead? I will protect them,

and he did for as long as possible.