Sky's POV-
Mitch sat in the corner, absolutely terrified. I felt bad, because he looked so confused. I walked over, and he covered his hands and lowered his head. I cleared the room, and sat with him on the floor. "Are you okay? What happened?" "I don't know. Jerome just told me my eyes were red, and I may have panicked a little."
"Well, do you feel different?" "Yeah. Real angry and warm." "Warm? Like, temperature warm?" "Yeah. And I'm just angry at nothing." "For some reason, the way your feelings sounds like a blaze." "But those are Nether creatures! I've only been to the Nether once."
"Well, there's no other options. The blazes are always angry with everything and nothing, and their average temperature is 150 degrees. I'll watch to see if my suspicions are correct or not." "Okay then..."
So for the next few days I watched Mitch closely. He seemed to radiate heat after a day or two, and I knew the instant the rods appeared. He was a blaze hybrid, just unrealized for 17 years. He freaked out for a second, but got used to it quickly. "Mitch, you realize you doubted me. You see your mistake?"
"Right! Got it. Mhm. Now can I go outside?" "Why wouldn't you be allowed?" "Because I don't know what to do with myself. I need space." "Then go. I don't care." He ran, and I heard him hit the ground, as if unconscious. Following, I found him face-first on the grass, a suspicious dart protruding from his upper neck.
"Mitch?" Something stung me, so I looked down at my arm where it stung, and found a dart. Same design, same make. Was someone trying to... No. Maybe... Probably. Another dart pierced my arm, and I started to feel the effects that I hadn't before. I leaned against the doorway so I could continue to stand. A voice echoed from the trees, and I passed out from the darts.
I groaned in pain as my eyes refocused. "Guys! He's waking up!" "Oh is he now? Took long enough." "Well, you don't need to be rude about it. He's just another specimen to dissect and study. Might as well make the introduction comforting." "Yeah, what you just said was read smooth and comforting. Nice try Joanne." "Shut up!"
A tap on glass brought me around better. I glanced in the direction of the voices, and found a glass wall, and the same people most likely speaking. "Hello! I just want to clarify that you are to remain calm and be patient. We are still organizing ourselves around the other new arrivals." "New arrivals? Where am I?" "You are in a government compound below the surface, protected and concealed. Have no worries, sir."
"Don't call me that." "Then what do you wish to be called?" "Sky. Please." "Okay then Sky, just relax in here until we've finished tanking the arrivals." She moved away from the glass. Arrivals... Was she talking about everyone at the house? The boys?!
"Excuse me?" "Yes Sky?" "Are these individuals perhaps children, hybrids, and/or fantasies?" "Why yes they are. And all three to be honest." "Ma'am, please be careful with them. They're my friends. I don't wish for them to get hurt. If they do, we'll have words." "That will be noted, Sky."
I sat absently in the tank while they moved everything. Simultaneous growling and wailing rose and faded quickly, and I could only assume it was Jerome and the cub. Mitch's angry hollering was cut off abruptly, and he was carried past my tank, unconscious, the rods around him drooping mid air, miming Mitch.
I still felt drowsy from the darts, so I fell asleep against the back wall of the tank, bored out of my mind.

-Ty's POV-
I was just taking a stroll in the dark, and was overtaken by two men who forced me down, tying my hands behind me, and knocking me out. I woke up in a small acrylic container, with no space to move. I was chained down to the acrylic floor, which must've been very thick. Many walked past, none paid attention. I needed to stretch my injured wing, but had no space to.
A small, petite woman approached me, and looked briefly at her clipboard. "Ellis? Tyler Ellis? Am I correct?" "Yes. Now what do you want?" "Mr. Ellis, you and your friends are extraordinarily disconnected from society, so we figured it wouldn't hurt to isolate you just a bit more."
"Can I have space? Please?" "Why?" "If you clearly haven't noticed, my wings are not small. I have no space in this... box." "Very well, give the staff just a few moments while stragglers are tracked down and sedated." "Sedated? Stragglers? What are you saying?!"
"Do you not speak English well, or do you not understand?" "Neither!" "Stragglers are those who resist, and sedation is to calm the body and mind down, so it's easier to move them." "That sounds fucked up. You know that right?" "I'm aware..." She sighed heavily.
"Just a moment." And she walked away. I heard Pete crying, and it was cut off. I guess he was sedated? Where was Anthony?
I knew within seconds of asking myself. Screaming was heard, and it was in pure Endertongue. Anthony didn't understand, and was stressing to the extreme. In Endertongue, I called out, "Relax! If you continue they have power to hurt you!" He screamed back, "Fuck that! They're hurting me anyway! Tyler!" "I can't help you! I'm in a damn box!" "Why the hell are you in a box?! Tyler, they're putting a needle next to my head!" "Because you're making them! Just relax!" And he stopped abruptly.
Damnit. The woman returned. "What did you do with him?" "Who, dear?" "1- never call me that. 2- my brother. What happened to him. He was screaming Bloody Murder a second ago."
"Your brother? You mean the foreign one?" Frustrated, I snapped at her in Endertongue. "Fuck you." "I don't understand. What language do you speak in?" "The native speech of the End dimension. Have you never heard endermen grumble?"
"No! We kill endermen. They steal from us." "It's not stealing, you idiots. It's what they enjoy. What they take is what they always care for and praise. I have never seen them misuse or break anything in my life."
"Well, what they take is precious and very valuable to us." "Value has no meaning to endermen, and it has no meaning to me either. I don't know half the shit you humans have, use, and say. That's what's foreign to me." "You're smart." "And that has to do with what?" She shut her mouth. "Exactly. Now. What. Did you do. To my Brother?!"
"He is okay! He's asleep in a tank." "What's a tank?" "These glass enclosures along the walls." And she pointed to both walls on either side of the building. Some had life, other were empty. "Then why am I in here?"
"You were a special case." "Elaborate." "You had the wings and fangs. I didn't know of the other until 10 minutes ago. He was caught much later than you. We thought you were one of a kind." "That's stupid." "Well, what would you expect from us?"
"What happened with Sky?" "He's knocked out cold in another tank." "My brother and I need an open outdoor space. We need a lot of space." "That will be taken into account and put into action immediately. Take a few deep breaths please. Relax and breathe." I did, and felt drowsy. I breathed again, and passed out.

-Mitch's POV-
I woke up, still exhausted and out of it. The rods around me drooped a little, but continued to slowly spin along the ground's contour. A voice woke me up more. "Mitchell? Mitchell Hughes?" "What?" "Is your name Mitchell Hughes?" "Yeah, why?" "My name is Joanne. You have been isolated from your friends for simple testing and straight up separation anxiety trials."
"Why the hell would you give me separation anxiety for? Isn't that just flat out rude? And is this even legal?" "It is legal, and yes it is considered rude. But we have no desires to keep you boys all together."
"So you have the younger kids? And the cub?" "We do." "And are you giving the kids and cub the same treatment?" "Yes." "Then you're all heartless. The cub and children have no need for separation anxiety. The cub already most likely has social anxiety. She doesn't deserve this. The children have been through too much for their ages."
"Well- " "No. You're all heartless, and you have no social values to spare them from this cursed experiment." She looked shocked by the malice in my tone. "If you don't free the children, cub, and bac, you are heartless bastards who care of nothing but themselves." "But-" "It's painful enough to only have that bac and cub as family, but to separate me out from them is worse. You should have nothing further to say."
"The bacca and cub are together. The children have been released in one outside tank together. The brothers have been released outside in another enclosure. The only ones inside are you and Sky." "Sky's inside?" "As far as I'm concerned, you two are under strict supervision for reasons unknown to me. The others have been given free reign of the outside enclosures with only a single camera in each." She shifted her weight meticulously. She looked down.
I stood up, and the rods swirled a bit faster, up to normal speed. "You aren't in charge here?" "No." "Then who is?" "I've never seen his face or heard him. I'm only relayed orders to follow."
"I wanna talk to your boss. They sound interesting." She looked around frantically, as if afraid of the person. But she can't be afraid of them if she doesn't know them. "Why did you lie to me?" "What?" "You said you didn't know them, and yet, you look terrified. You should only be truly terrified if you know them and their actions. You lied. You very clearly know them."
A new voice, almost like Vikk's, with the English accent. "Clever! What's the name?" "Mitchell, sir." "Very well. Off you go, Joanne. Tend to the younger ones." "Yes sir." She curtsied and disappeared. The voice became a person, but not a person at the same time.
It was a zombie, but more intact than most. He wore a suit, and had void black eyes, no pupils, much like Preston and Pete, actually now that I think of it. "You seem oddly peculiar. But at the same time, oddly familiar." "How so?" "Mitchell, did you ever hear of the Solace family?" "Of course." "They took the life of my closest friend. Just a little over three years ago now..."
"What was his name?" "Jordan." "I don't mean to make you upset, but I feel like I know you and him. What was your name?" "Tom. Tom Syndicate. I run the Syndicate Project."

-A/N-
Sorry... I kept hitting the Publish instead of save. The switched the placements. I'm used to doing it the other way around. I made one too many mistakes to apologize enough... Love you guys!
~Percabeth1Jackson