[O] Ninth DNA Fusion, Christoph Hayslip and Lynden Matthews

[Gale]

Snoring like a dog, Gale slept with a scientist magazine on his face. His body laid across the arms for his maroon chair. The pages of new scientific discoveries and what female scientist love in a man flipped and fluttered with each snore.

His lab assistants were in a worry. It was about time to call the next two test subjects but Gale was taking his nap. He will be very upset if waken. . .

All was already prepared, the medical tables, the 'special procedures' for each subject, and the machines were in order. The only thing needed was the subjects. . and a awaken Gale. Yet, the terrifying future they see is what's making them not wake their boss up.

They could not wait any longer, if they did, Gale would be even more upset because of the lost of time. All the assistants were in a panic.

Little did they know, Gale had just woken up. Not by their jabber but by bumping his head onto the desk. Noticing the time, he pressed the mic button, "Ugh. . . uh, Okay then. I need Christoph Hayslip and Lynden Matthews to come to the Sterilized Procedure Facility in half an hour. It is . . .ugh. You have been here long enough, you know where it is. If you don't know, no worries. We will have someone pick you up, not nicely I might add. Again, come to the Sterilized Procedure Facility in 30 minutes. Ugh." With one last press, Gale slumped back into his seat.

Gale, with one large breath, stood up and walked over the panicking assistant, who still have not noticed him awake yet, Bumbling idiots. Gale stared them down as he spoke, "Now what do you think you are doing? I have some experiments to do and you are in my WAY! So MOVE IT!" The assistants scurried like little mice into different directions.

Gale chuckled to himself, Oh how much I love this power.

[Christoph]

The announcement blared out like an alarm of impending doom.

Chris walked through the halls of the laboratory, at first briskly before slowing down to the gait or a man on death row, enjoying his last moments on the earth. A few beads of sweat formed on his brow as he passed a few scientists debating topics that didn’t seem to be spoken in English. A brief thought crossed his mind, reminding him that he would soon be able to decipher what they were saying.

And that made him feel sick. Why couldn’t he have just stayed home, or not have seen the stupid flyer flowing through the air one fine mid-summer’s day? His life seemed to flash before his own eyes before he came up to the door. He looked at a clock on the wall. He still had five more minutes. Well, if he couldn’t do anything he was at least going to act a little witty. At least he would make someone happy.

Opening the door very slowly, he said, “Is this the end of the line for Death Row?” Arceus, those were the worst words he could of said. He smiled a little before going back to the depressed look from before as he scanned the room. Hospital beds. Never a good sign.

[Lynden]

"Ugh. . . uh, Okay then. I need Christoph Hayslip and Lynden Matthews to come to the Sterilized Procedure Facility in half an hour. It is . . .ugh. You have been here long enough, you know where it is. If you don't know, no worries. We will have someone pick you up, not nicely I might add. Again, come to the Sterilized Procedure Facility in 30 minutes. Ugh."

"Darn," Lyn hissed, hearing the voice on the loud speaker. She had nearly finished unpacking, back had just a few small thinks to touch it up. She sighed, What is the Sterilized Procedure Facility, anyway? Lyn thought as she stepped into the hallway, to find this mysterious room.

Lynden had wandered around a bit, but then with five minutes to spare she had found the facility. She was sooooo lucky that she had found the fire escape map, or she would have been brought here forcefully. She smiled for some reason, and stepped inside, into the Procedure Facility.

[Gale]

Gale was leaning on his maroon chair, waiting for the experiments to come in. It was about four minutes before he was about to send the guard after them when a voice echoed from the front of the lab. FInally, one of the lab rats are here.

A little boy clumsily walked into the lab, unknown to him in one more step. . . SLAP the door locked up behind him. Ah,silly silly little lab rats. Gale took a step toward the confused specimen, "Now, you are one of the few specimens that actually came here without much fuss. But that does not mean you won't get out of the experiment." He chuckled a bit.

A voice appeared on his intercom, "Sir, Sir." Gale strolled toward his desk and pressed the blue button, "What is it? I am BUSY at the moment." Gale did not like to be disturbed when he was about to mess with his specimens.

"Well sir, we have detected a test subject on the premises, might be the next specimen for the project. Should we get her?" Gale shook his head,"OF Course imbecile! We need to get started!" He pushed the button off. He spotted two of his lab assistants, nervous from the previous insdent, were fixing their lab coats, "You two! I am going to be nice for once and not send guard over to get her, because she is in the building anyway. Now go or your FIRE!"

The two assistant rushed toward the back door which locked behind them. Gale turned toward the specimen, "Now strap in so we can start." He pointed to on of the cots in the middle of the lab.

[Lynden]

As soon as she entered, her smile vanished. She glanced around the room, there were lots of hospitally machines scattered around, which sorta freaked her out. There was also a man with sorta red hair who was watching a boy (maybe Christoph) strap himself into one of two cots at the back of the room.

That guy's crazy, Lyn thought, spinning around to escape. She didn't want to see anymore. Lyn started frantically turning the doornob, but the door was locked. She was trapped.

[Christoph]

As soon as Christoph stepped in, he knew he was practically in hell. The smug look on the scientist's face gave it all away. The click of the door after he entered didn't raise his confidence either. "Note to self: Locks suck," he muttered to himself as he listened to the same voice that announced that he had to come to this Arceus-forsaken room.

"Now, you are one of the few specimens that actually came here without much fuss. But that does not mean you won't get out of the experiment."

"Kinda figured that, Sir," he said as he scratched the back of his head, trying to at least give 'The Doc' some sort of flattery. At least he might not twist the needle or knife or whatever he was going to be using.

"Now strap in so we can start."

"Wait, WHAT!?" Christoph looked startled at the request. He was going to be strapping HIMSELF in? That was crazy! Yeah, Doc wasn't going to be easy on the kid. "Just to let you know, you're insane." He then proceeded to walk over to the hospital cot and strap one of his legs in. "Freaking insane." He then looked over to the girl that had just entered the room. "Yep. You're locked in, sis. So, how's your day been so far?" he joked, trying to make himself and the other 'experiment' less anxious.

[Lynden]

"Yep. You're locked in, sis. So, how's your day been so far?"

Lyn spun around and looked at the boy. He must've been crazy to be enjoying this experience. Then she relised he was joking, just trying to keep his hopes up. She glanced around the room again. No windows. No escape.

"So, you want me to strap myself into a cot,"she muttered, starting to walk over to the empty cot. The redhead seemed to be ignoring her.

[Gale]

The Specimens began to walk toward the cots bewildered. Gale shook his head, Of course the willing ones are a bit on the empty side. "Yes, strap up your ankles then my assistant will assist with the hands, that is what they are here for."

Gale walked over to the counter; he placed all the materials need for the experiment on the medical trays. He also placed some special vials, one on each table.

He left the moveable tables there, because he didn't want the specimens to be rebellious and destroy vital equipment. "Now when you are finished strapping in, we shall begin, who would want to go first?"

[Christoph]

Christoph sighed in despair as he looked at what he was doing. He was strapping himself into his own death bed, that was plenty obvious. The least they could've done is made the beds softer. Or at least feel less like plastic. "Give it to me straight, Doc. How much is this going to hurt? I mean, we're getting strapped up, and I'm allergic to pain, if you must know." Nervousness was dripping off of his voice like honey as he started to strap in his second foot.

Looping the belt through as tight as he could, he eventually stopped. He couldn't tighten it anymore. Not because it was too tight, far from that, he just could not. It was like a sudden rush of self preservation came to his mind, even though he wanted to simply stay. Either way, they would kill him. Might as well be the easy way.

He tried to ignore Gale, feeling like he was practically an Absol. Trying to keep a level head, he decided to talk to the other subject. "Anyway, the name's Christoph. Call me Chris though. Christoph sounds like a lawyer's name or something. You're... Uh... Lyn... Lien... Sorry, I'm bad with names..."

[Lynden]

"Give it to me straight, Doc. How much is this going to hurt? I mean, we're getting strapped up, and I'm allergic to pain, if you must know."

Lyn sighed in relief, pleased that she wasn't going first. She continued to tighten her straps, just for somethng to do, rather than think of what was going to happen to the boy in the cot next to her.

"Anyway, the name's Christoph. Call me Chris though. Christoph sounds like a lawyer's name or something. You're... Uh... Lyn... Lien... Sorry, I'm bad with names..."

'Yeah, it's Lyn. Please don't call me Lynden,' she replied cooly. Christoph. That does sound a bit like a lawyers name. Lyn giggled. At least she could keep a smile on her face with Chris as a roommate.

Suddenly she remembered that freako scientist and the experiments. How can he do it? Doesn't he feel sorry for us? Guess not.

[Christoph]

'Yeah, it's Lyn. Please don't call me Lynden,'

"Got it. Lyn," he said as one of Gale's assistants started tying down his wrists. His face soon was showing nothing but fear as the second strap was tightened. He then said, "Go ahead and do this... ehhhh... Thing or whatever it's called to me first... I just want it over with," he said before turning his head to Lynden and finishing with, "If you don't mind. I know ladies first and all, but I'm about to piss myself and I just want to be done with this..." A rather tasteless joke for someone who felt he was about to die. Fear oozed from his voice, and sweat started forming as he looked around the scientist's lair.