Well it has been literally forever since I last updated and I'm sorry about that I didn't know where I wanted to go with the story and I didn't feel like writing so I just decided to drop it, but with the anniversary of completing Belleza And Trigger I decided to give it one more go I hope you read & review and now without further ado.

Chapter 3: The Games People Play

447's mind was going erratically insane from his loving exposure to a deceivingly beautiful woman. His thoughts flew about his head, like airplanes soaring about at mach six, high in his frontal lobe and all because he was in love. The mere thought of her name brought his body warmth, and dried out his throat forcing him to stutter and stumble through words and sentences. His eyes glazed over as his brain conjured images of her skin. He loved her so deeply that he would do anything to appease her, even if it meant taking his own life. Yet it had only been a day since they met, it had only been a day since they kissed; it had only been a day since he had been activated.

"What can you possibly be thinking of at a time like this?" a voice called to him.

"The way her fur shines like a brand new coat, the way her eyes melt my heart and burn into my soul, the way her lips glisten and tantalize me every moment I see her." He said without even so much as turning his head towards the visitor.

"She is dangerous you know," the visitor said mockingly, "She has brought many men to their feet begging and pleading to be her one and only love for eternity, but only a pure hearted man with a minimal amount of physical lust can truly love her for what she is."

"This is true for everyone that she doesn't love herself because she doesn't cast her spell upon me. She would not use her sensual gaze to enrich my feelings to the point of overpowering my brain and consuming my heart. He looked at the strange for the first time finally gazing upon the experiment in his doorway.

"I never cast my spell over men intentionally. My power is used infinitely at all times, day and night, so I never lose my control over these men when in my presence. But sadly it only works on men, that are weak minded when it comes to pleasures of the flesh," She smiled flapping her wings, "and it just so happens that that happens to be one-hundred percent of all men." The thought made her hover in the air smiling blissfully.

"You don't have power over every man. You don't have power over me." Another voice said behind 237.

"Well that's only because I don't consider you a man." She replied without moving a muscle.

"Only because I'm to much of a man for you to handle." 221 resounded laughing.

"Oh I highly doubt that you're just to much of a girl for me to even begin to entice your being." 237 smirked right back in his face.

"What are you two babbling about?" 447 interjected curiously.

The two experiments froze remembering that they were not alone in the chamber. "We are just playing around. Yeah that's it!" Both of them spattered out quickly. 237 sighed as the truth had been covered from 447.

"Okay that was weird… Well I think it's time to get the day started. 221 if you will head down to the armory I will meet you there shortly." 447 said as 221 nodded his head to confirm his will to obey the command.

"447 why must you be serious all the time? You don't have to train today!" 237 said.

"You of all people should know that I must always be serious, and I don't have to train, but I love to do it almost as much as I love you." He replied.

"And I love you too, but it's time to fulfill your purpose." She snickered.

"What are you talking about?" He questioned.

"You'll see, but only if you follow me." Naturally 447's curiosity got the best of him. He followed with great intent.

"What's going on?" He muttered under his breath as they walked down the hallway.

237 stopped and turned around. "From this point on, there is no turning back." She reached out her hand and grabbed his chest. "Our love incased in time, the evil I have will be thine!" She recited. She pressed her lips hard against his own. 447 felt both deeply in love and enraged at the same time. He pushed 237 out of his way as he headed to the armory. As he went, he destroyed everything and everyone in his path. He smashed test tubes and beakers; he ripped the wallpaper bare. The armory was soon in sight.

237 began laughing maniacally "It worked! I can't believe it but it worked!"

The door to the armory was blown off its hinges as hurricane 447 came in for a landing. Before 221 could say anything or even react, 447 grabbed him and threw him into the wall. The wall cracked from the enormous shock force.

"What's going on?" 221 asked.

"Ha! Don't think that you'd get off that easy!" 447 remarked. 237 walked up behind 447; her laugh pierced the silence.

"Her… Her wings are wilting." 221 said and sure enough her light feathers were all softly descending to the hard, cold floor.

"Why? Why does this keep happening to me?" 237 gasped grabbing her wing stems. 221 got slowly back up to his feet grabbing any supporting object he could find to put his weight on.

"I know why they are falling and I know you won't like it." 221 said cringing from the pain.

"Tell me! You must!" 237 commanded.

"You have let evil and hatred rule your actions. You have no love left in you and without love there is no beauty." 221 said. 237 involuntarily retracted her wings. "Jumba said that this could happen and he said that if it happened you would not be able to open those delicate wings again until evil no longer controls you. You will not be able to spread your wings and soar, until love forces your next move, until you will risk your life to save another for no other reason but love, until you no longer hate me and the other experiments for doing what we did to you." 221 finished. 237 began crying franticly.

447, who had remained silent for so long, turned away and walked out of the room still as enraged as ever. "447? Where are you going!" 237 cried our. 447 strode down the hallway grinning in the dim light. Shadows rose on the walls. An eerie wind blew across the windows. 447 walked past the entire audience of experiments that had gathered from the noise. Many of these experiments were whispering amongst themselves. 447 didn't pay any attention to them. His goal was simple he was gonna find a way out of there if he had to make one for himself. He went into eh main laboratory and started to mix vials ominously. The various liquids slopped around in their assorted containers. An evil smirk slowly spread across his face. Both 237 and 447 had just crossed a line. They would never be able to go back to their lives. Their past would always lie in this tomb of scientific breakthroughs, but their future would never allow them to come back. 447 took his final, completed vial and tossed it at the wall. The vial shattered, and the contents splattered everywhere. It oozed down the wall causing smoke to rise from the substance. A sizzling sound was apparent in the ears of 237. "447 what have you done?" 237 cried falling to her knees, "I never meant for this to happen!" 237 put her hands up to her eyes as if to hide her shame.

Jumba ran into the room slowly followed by experiments courageous and daring enough to enter. "What is going on in here!" Jumba exclaimed.

"A highly concentrated acidic precipitate is eating through the walls at this very moment. Soon it will have devoured the entire wall." 447 remarked having just barely turned his head as if to talk to his shoulder.

"You can not do this! I will not be letting you!" Jumba roared raising up his alien paws.

"How can you even begin to stop me old fool" 447 giggled. Jumba charged at him. 447 stood his ground and showed no sign of evading the attack. Closer and closer Jumba came to the seemingly peaceful brick wall that 447 had become 237 worried for 447's life. All she could feel was rage building up inside her. Jumba's gargantuan hands were about to clasp around 447's sensitive neck. Jumba's hands could feel the fur around 447's long slender wringing handle. He had all intent to strangle him to death. Just as Jumba squeezed his hands tight, 447 did the unthinkable. In the blink of an eye he grabbed Jumba's hands and hoisted himself on top of Jumba's two-handed first his hands now created. 447 then back flipped over Jumba up toward the ceiling. He grabbed one of the ceiling pipes and broke it off. Jumba kept moving but wondered what had happened. 447 carefully aimed and with the flick of his wrist tossed the pipe into the small of Jumba's back. Jumba cried out in agony as blood trickled down out of the wound in his back. Jumba fell onto his knees; blood spilling all over the floor.

"How can you do this 447?" Jumba asked as he spit out blood.

"Why did it have to come to this?" 237 gasped. Jumba slowly got back up to his feet and slowly pulled the pipe out of his back. 447 grabbed a metal pole that he had grabbed on his way out of the armory. Jumba charged with the pipe in his hands. 447 plunged the pole against the floor like a staff and thrusted himself into the air again. Jumba put his hands to the floor and pulled his legs up into the air. His foot connected with 447's chest. He followed through his attack and slammed 447 to the floor pinning him down. The pole rolled away from 447's grip. The wall was finally eaten all the way through leaving a large, gaping hole. Rain began to pour in through the hole making them feel that they were somehow now outside.

"I never should have let you live! And now I'll end what never should have even begun." Jumba yelled raising the pipe into the air above 447's head.

"I'm sorry 237 for all that I haven't been able to do for you." 447 said in his last breath. CRACK! 237 stood with the metal pole in her hand. Jumba dropped the pipe on the floor and fell to his side unconscious.

"I couldn't let him do it. I love you too much."

"I love you too 237." 447 said gripping her hand to pull himself up. Both of them were drenched in water, but the blood didn't run with the water, it was somehow staining to the ground. 447 held 237 close to him in front of the horrified experiments. They began to get a little restless at the sight of Jumba laying on the ground out cold. 221 pushed his way to the front of the crowd; his fur was starting to soak in the pouring rain.

"How dare you do this? How dare you come into this group of experiments and violate our creator." 221 said outraged. 447 turned and pulled 237 along with him. A vial crashed to the floor as 237 bumped into the lab table.

"Don't step in the acid!" 447 said caringly. They ran as far as they could until suddenly a large boom came from behind them.

237 looked around and saw a mushroom cloud from the lab. She fell to her knees in the rain. "Why did this have to happen?" 237 asked.

"237 we can't stay." 447 said tagging on her arm. "Okay lets go."