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A/N: HEY! I'm back!! So, here's a new story. This is not the sequel to Freedom, sorry. But hopefully it's just as good! I know the first chapter is really short, please don't shoot me! I swear the next chapter is longer… and also almost finished.

Chapter 1: 494 aka breeding partner

Max lay on her bunk, waiting for the guards to come around for lights out. This was the way it was every night. She would lay in wait, pretend to be asleep when the guards came around, then as soon as the lights went out… ah, the guards; right on schedule; they are so predictable, Max thought, rolling her eyes.

'Lights out. Lights out 452.' The guard's voice came through the slots in her cell door, before the lights went out and she heard his footsteps disappear. Then she got off her bed and after securing it to the wall, took out the strip of metal, and continued her work of sawing away the cement between the bricks. She was fairly pleased with her progress; she had almost got the first brick out. It had taken long enough, she'd been at this for over two weeks, but it was tricky, what with the guards always coming around to check on them, especially her. Untrusting bastards, she thought, although, really, they do have a good reason not to trust me, I suppose, if you want to get into the technicalities. Not that I want to. So she kept going, until she heard the outside door open. No, it's too early for the guards to be back. Shit, what now? She thought as she quickly put away her tool, and undid her bed. She had just laid down on it when her lights came on and her door slid open. She sat up and watched as.…Ben? It can't be Ben, can it? But it is, look at him. The door slid to a close behind him, and she moved closer to him, studying him.

'Ben?' she whispered, and watched his face take on a look of confusion, and then… understanding? No, that can't be right.

'What?' he asked and the tone of his voice told her this wasn't Ben.

'Sorry, you just…look like someone I used to know.' She told him, and he shrugged.

'Well, my designation's 494.' He told, and then she realised. 494, 493. Twins.

'His designation was 493, you must be twined.' She informed him, and the look on his face changed again. He turned and looked at her; he looked almost…amused?

'493? Your fellow…traitor, went psycho.' He said, his voice almost laughing. He noted as her look turned angry.

'What do you know about it?' She asked; the anger present in her tone.

'I know that because of him, I had to spend six months in psy-ops. They wanted to make sure it wasn't genetic, and they wanted to see if they could fix it, see what the difference was between us.' He told her, and she felt shock course through her body.

'Fix it? What do you mean, fix it? How could they fix it?' He voice started to rise, and he just looked at her like she was crazy. 'What do you mean fix it?'

'Fix him, you know, make him not want to kill people randomly any more. You ok?' he asked, and she took deep breaths to try and calm herself. Ben's not dead? How can he not be dead? Unless this guy's messing with me.

'How could they fix him? He was dead.' Max said.

'Uh, I don't know what to tell you, but 493 isn't dead. In fact, I was sparring with him just this morning. He's in my unit, fit as a fiddle and no sign of insanity for the last six months.' Max just stared at, too stunned to talk. She felt faint; she couldn't believe what she was hearing. This can't be real. Obviously 494 noticed her reaction too, cause he started talking again. 'Hey, uh, you ok? You need to lie down or something? You look like you seen a ghost.' He said, and when she just looked at him, he took her elbow and led her over to her bunk and sat her down. Ben so did not warn me about this happening, I'm so gonna kick his ass tomorrow. And why won't she believe that he's still alive? Then her walked over to the door and called for the guard. 'Hey, can we get some water in here? Thanks.' Then he walked back over to her and squatted in front of her. 'Uh, you ok? What's wrong, I would've thought you'd be happy that 493 is alive?' This got her attention.

'You're not messing with me? You're telling me the truth? Be… 493 is alive?'

'Yeah, he's alive. Why is that so hard to believe?'

'Because I killed him. I snapped his neck.'

A/N: So, what did you think? Review and maybe the next chapter will be up before the weekend. Warning: I most likely will NOT be writing on the weekend… sorry, Harry Potter. I refuse to come to school on Monday and let anyone ruin it for me. Anyway, waiting for reviews!