Just a short interrim chapter that I need to bring some things on the way. Hope you like!

" The Colonel trusts it now?"

" For the moment."

" You are unsure for how long then?"

" He is naturally distrustful. The moment will come that the answers provided won't be

enough."

" Then what course of action do you suggest?"

He sighed and looked down at the bleeping machines, his brows furrowing.

" We need him. He is our existence."

" If he finds out...."

" Make sure he won't!"

Glares were send in his direction and he sighed inwardly. He didn't watch as they left him once again, his eyes glued to the screens watching the scene's unfolding on them.

They had waited so long for someone to come. Anyone to fill their lives once more. Create them and breathe live into their forms. Now that they had it, after decades of being dormant, he wasn't sure that it was right anymore.

This being loved, hurt, hated and lusted and every chance had now been taken from him, for he would never be free again. Not as long as he was needed for them to live.

Movement on the screen made him stare down again, drinking in the scene with a deep rooted need. The movements of the people in the picture making his heartrate excelerate and the blood pump through his veins furiously. Live flowed freely through his being and he was filled with a deep sense of calm.

He lived.

He lived but only because they had him. The Colonel, imprisoned, feeding their lives, needs, lusts.

He understood the fear of being erased once again, laying dormant and waiting. He was scared too. But the more he watched, the more he saw and understood this being, the more he felt pained for what he did to him.

The colonel, Jack, had given him life and here he was, taking his in return.

The fingertips of his new form traced over the screen, stroking over the lines. His head cocked to the side as he watched a father embrace a child he had never had, smile as his little girl kissed his cheek and saw lust lightening up the mans eyes as he watched a wife that he had never claimed.

Turning his head to the mirror in his 'office' he stroked a hand down a young mans cheek, ruffled short brownish hair and blinked blue eyes. He pushed the glasses up his nose again and sighed.

So many cycles.

So many gone.

So many lives created.

But this was different. This new life was not based on what had really happened in the specimens life. No this new existence was based on the deepest wishes, hopes and fears of oen being.

Suddenly it was almost too painful to live it.