Steam shot into the room as the encased body revealed itself to the small audience of people within the laboratory. Zexion had his clipboard at the ready, as a tall, dark figure stood behind him, authority seeping out through his every pore.
"It appears to have been a success," said the figure, his voice reverberating around the room "Lets hope this idea of yours is as foolproof as you claim number six."
The smaller man's gaze did not falter from his creation as he replied, "I can assure you sir, I have gone through every circumstance, every possible negative outcome has been predicted and precautions have been put in place to make sure our plan succeeds."

The room was essentially dark, with only the blinking lights from various pieces of equipment illuminating the individuals who marvelled at the creature now standing before them. Its skin seemed almost ghost-like in the dimly lit room, as its eyes fluttered open. Memories crashed into its mind but it could not voice them. The lump in its throat wouldn't let it.

Instead, it simply mouthed the word it so longed to speak. Preoccupied with this action, it was completely unaware of its change in physique. It wasn't until it tried to move that it noticed the difference. Another set of memories flashed into its mind, coupled with thoughts and ideas linked to the new body and the, what seemed like, distant memories.

The men seemed to have grown bored of the new spectacle, and exited the lab, discussing matters of, what looked like, great importance. The thing tried to follow them, but the chains around its wrists and ankles tied it to the machine of its birth. Instincts taking over, it looked round for a possible means of escaping.

With no possible means of escaping in sight, the creature visibly gave up. However, the small part of it that still had hope focused on the name it couldn't get out of its mind. The name that tormented it, yet made it feel… warm

"A… A-a… A-ax…" the noises seemed strangled and faint in the being's mouth "Axe-e… A-axe…L... Axel…" Closing its eyes again, a tear found its way onto the creation's cheek, though how it got there, it never knew. More appeared until they started dripping onto the floor, the sound of their landing echoed around the lifeless room. As if trying to fill the enormous gap it felt inside, it howled. Howled like a wounded dog; like the wind on a restless night. A relentless, ear-splitting howl that would have broken the heart of man.

As the gap remained, the creation became quieter and quieter, until only a soft whimpering escaped from its lips as its head hung low. And there it was left; chained, all alone, with the only people knowing of it's existence not even realising how it felt, and if they did know, they didn't care.

Suddenly, the creature looked up, and jolted Axel out of this strange dream. He sat on his bed, panting. The fact that this wasn't the first time he'd had this dream didn't make having it any easier. Shivering slightly, he tried to get the image out of his head. Those cold, blue, tortured eyes. Despite it being well over a year since He died, he still remembered them. The eyes in his dream were just like His. Part of him didn't want to know what was going on, but the other half knew he was going to find out whether he liked it or not.

NEW CHAPTER OF NEW STORY!

'Still Buring'