My Die-ary

[nyx]

Dear Die-ary... Nov 9 1999

The 'doctors' said it might be a good idea to keep a stupid little book, probably so they can read it when I'm sleeping or when they're running their.... test on me. I think it's stupid.

I was abandoned by my parents. I don't remember either my father or mother. Me and my twin brother, Lucifer were told it was because she had only been seventeen when she gave birth to us. I think it's bullshit.

Me and Lucifer are different. We have powers. I can control darkness and Lucifer controls light. The orphange we went to found that out and took us to a lot of doctors... finally, the gouverment stepped in, saying they had a camp for 'people' like us.

Lies.

Which brings me to where I am now... I wish I was dead. Me n'Luce have been here for maybe... six years now? I don't know. I don't remember. All I know is this place is hell and we have to get out of here.

-Wishing I was dead:
Nyx

[nyx]

The writting is long, but jagged. It seems to have been written with a calligraphy pen, or perhaps a quill. The book it is written in is just a plain black note book with Die-ary craved into the front rather than written.

Dear Die-ary....Nov 13th, 1999


Maybe I should tell you a bit about myself first, so that you may gather a physical image of me and my brother in your mind. Lucifer is tall for his age, as am I. He has a beautifully sculpted face, high cheekbones, long slender nose, bright blue eyes that are slightly asian. He has long blonde hair that sits in soft curls around his shoulders and his skin his golden. Everything about him is long and slender.

I on the other hand, tend towards tall and lanky. My bones jut out in awkward places, like my collar bones and ribs. (Some of which were broken when I won't comply to the lab techs. they didn't heal properly.) My hair is a dark, dead shade of black and my skin is ghostly white in contrast. My nose is far too large for my face. I have a long face, cheek bones set high, but slope downwards. My joints are fairly jutting, and so are my viens.

Lucifer was the plant with light, and I... I am the wilted, suffering plant forced to grow in half-light, or even worse, darkness.

Lucifer has excelled here, showing off for the scientist, gaining their trust and winning them over. I refuse to use my powers here. All they want it for is for the army any how. Why should they be allowed to use the shadows? They had chosen me, not them.

I have started to plan an escape from this hell. They don't feed use nearly as much as they should, push us to the point of exhaustion, beat us, torture. The have discovered that under distress, I often use my powers without meaning to. I can turn into shadow completlely, unfortunately they've strapped a short of collar on me that doesn't allow my molecules to reshape themselves and delivers quite a shocking, well, shock to my system when I try.

I have to get out of here....

-Nyx

[nyx]

Dear Die-ary... Dec 20th, 1990.

She doesn't even know my name. She doesn't even know my number. I watch her sometimes... It makes time here better, you know? Dr. Stahl. She moniters Lucifer, but only knows him as Experiment number 013. I'm less than that, I don't even think she knows I exist.

At any rate, I've been trying to firgure out a way out of here... Which got me three days in isolation because they thought I was paying too much attention to the security cameras.... Oh well.


I'd rather be doing something and be punished for it than do nothing at well. At least I'm trying to get out. Unlike Lucifer that lazy arsse, but his closeness to the lab techs might be handy....

-Nyx.