Nala's Point of View:

He screams and claws at me. I want to cry, to tell someone, to tell anyone. They think I'm crazy. They think the whole experiment went wildly wrong and left me insane. They are right, but in the wrong ways.

Jonah's POV:

I want to escape. Nala's a fool for thinking she can hold me back. When she tells someone about me, they call her insane and make her take medications. But she's not insane. She's completely right. I will kill her. I will destroy her from the inside out. The medications only make her weaker. I will escape one day. I will escape and I will kill everyone she ever loved, everyone she ever knew, and I will laugh. Then, I will kill her.

Nala's POV:

The scientists take my pulse. They write it down. They test me in every way possible, and write it down. They want to try again, add a different consciousness onto mine. I scream and cry no, that it already worked, that he hurts me. That he shows me my worst fears all the time. That he takes control from me. I hear them laugh, but I still cry out no.

Jonah's POV:

They stick a needle into her arm, and her eye's close. The sedative puts her asleep, but I am still awake. I am awake and ready to destroy. I override her, push her to the side. When I open my eyes, one of the scientists gasps.

"It didn't work. The sedative. She's not asleep." I laugh.

"I was asleep. I was for a long, long while. You woke me up, you woke me up and I thank you for that." And she screamed. It was piercing and long, and it was hers. I tried to stop it, but it kept coming. It kept coming, and then someone stuck a needle in my arm, and my eyes closed. I drifted off, but she kept screaming.

Nala's POV:

I woke up with him in control. When I screamed, he heard it with my ears. He heard it, and he attacked. Sharp pain exploded across me. I didn't have anything to feel it with specifically, but it hurt. It hurt and hurt and I kept screaming. They stuck a needle in my arm, and he went to sleep. I kept screaming and screaming and screaming until I couldn't scream, and then I kept trying to scream. 

"Calm down, Nala! Nala, you need to stop screaming!" Someone yelled at me, but I couldn't scream any more. I couldn't scream, so I cried. Tear streamed down my face, and I struggled to get my breath. The someone who had spoken pat my arm, but I still cried.

"Nala, we'll figure it out. We can help you, but you have to tell us what's wrong. You have to tell us." I almost laughed. I almost laughed because they had called me crazy. Crazy as loon, they said. Crazy as the devil. But instead, we exploded. It was my rage and hatred and anger, but it was more than that. He had more than I could even imagine. He had as much rage and hatred and anger as me, more even. But also, he had joy and happiness and no care about me or my body, not like I did.

Jonah's POV:

She finally let me free of her own accord. It was pure bliss. The scientist who had seen me wake up was next to the bed. I, no, sorry, we jumped at them, hands out. We clawed and screamed and kicked and punched and let go. People entered the room and pulled at us, but they couldn't stop us. Nala and I, we weren't attacking each other. We had a common enemy, and as she cried because of them, I laughed for the very same reason. The people pulled us on to the bed, but we struggled. We struggled against them, because they tortured us. They tortured us and then didn't believe they'd done anything to us. They thought we were fine. They didn't know what it was like fighting to be able to laugh or smile or cry or scream or even blink. They had no idea.

Nala's POV:

He and I were unstoppable. They pulled us to the bed, but just as soon, we were off again and fighting them. No one would come near us, so we went to them. They flung up their arms as we attacked, and I heard us laugh. A small part of me was saying this wasn't right, that we had to stop, but he drowned it out. It was like he was egging us on, though we were together at that time. He and I, we were one. We were the same, and I knew there was no going back. There would never be a me and a him, there would always be an us.

Jonah's POV:

One of them pulled a gun. We didn't know how or where it had come from, but it was there. Not wanting to be hurt or die, we curled up into a ball and cried. We cried and cried-

Nala's POV:

-and cried. We begged for forgiveness, begged-

Jonah's POV:

-for our life. The man with the gun lowered it and approached us and-

Nala's POV:

-we were still crying and begging and he set it down next to-

Jonah's POV:

-him. We dove for it and grabbed it. We raised it and aimed-

Nala's POV:

-it and he gasped and our tears stopped and we were laughing and laughing and laughing and crying again-

Jonah's POV:

-and the tears blurred our vision and the laughter scared them. The gun shook in our hands and the man muttered a prayer but he didn't see the way it shook-

Nala's POV:

-in our hands. He didn't see the gun turn and point at us. He didn't see our-

Jonah's POV:

-finger close on the trigger. He didn't know our pain, and so didn't see us pull the trigger. He heard it though. He heard the bang as the gun fired.