(anybody in the original Haywire may join, more to come, this isn't close to being it all. )

A chilly wind caused Matthew's small body to shake. He wasn't sure how long this would go on for; searching for any possible food, and almost two times a week he had to find a dry cardboard box big enough for him, due to the snow soggying the ones he had. He bit his tongue in a failed attempt to stop the shivvering. His legs were pulled close to him, for warmth, his holed jeans snow-covered from his earlier search for food. He didn't bother to wipe the frigid snow off, his mind somewhere else. In a corner of the box, a faceless wooden man dangled from strings, those connected to a peice of wood in a cross shape, made its home. He stared at it blankly, attempting to push away the melancholy memory of his past it was bringing back to him. His eyes drifted closed, after several attempts to stay awake, but the blackness of sleep easily overcame him.

(Longer, but still not done)

He awoke shortly afterwards to hear a car door slam, and people talking quietly, their volume raising and dropping. Only parts of their conversations were heard, and they made little sense strung together. What he could hear contained the following, or something to the similar tone: "Here?.....theres......here." This was the low voice of a skeptical man, mumbling, most of his word inaudible to anybody but his audiance; his age unknown. Then came a middle-aged female's tone, stern from years of being the command in similar or worse situations. She spoke more clearly, and Matthew could hear every one of her words. " Thats what we were told.....He must be in that box, where else do homeless people live? Lets check it out." Footsteps could be heard as they started over to his 'house'. Their footsteps stopped a few feet away. Matthews heart beat in a sense of boing in danger, he couldn't see out the cardboard box, having closed it earlier to keep the wind out. The woman pulled out a pistol, unknown to Matthew. "Be prepared. Don't drop your guard." The woman commanded and the man gave her a silent 'Yes'm'. Matthew, not knowing what was to come, hid in the corner of the box, eyes wide with anxiety. He felt, and heard, a small forceful tap on the side of the box, and held his legs tightly. "Hey kid, come out, we're gonna take you to a nice place." The man's voice rang close by, and then he also added, "We'll get you new clothes, and a real bed." The young mutant yearned to go with them, and be rewarded with those treasures he was deprived of with the home he had. He was afraid of others though, just as he had learned they would be of him, if they knew what he could, and had, done. "Want me to make him get out?" The man questioned in a gruffy voice; pulled up his sleeves. " NO. I'll get him." The woman answered. The six year old boy grabbed his Marionette from the corner it was in, and shoved it in his pocket, for safer keeping. "Its okay, I won't hurt you." The womans voice made Matthew freeze, and his red eyes met her own eyes, her head poking through his boxes now open flaps. She was wearing an all body black spy-like suit, with spiky blonde hair. She seemed no older than 35, but she already contained many wrinkles. He did not speak to her at all, just staring at his intrusioner. "Come with me." She said quietly, and reached out with a black-gloved hand. He knew she wouldn't leave, or take no for an anwser, so he put his dirty hand in her glove, and she pulled him out to the freezing air. They walked to the van, not even taking a notice to the man -huffing and puffing his way behind their quick pace. She clicked a small button on a gadget in her hand, and the door to a nearby blue mini-van opened, and she led him inside. She had him buckled in, and she got in, shortly followed by the man, who was wearing a similar suit, but larger. He was also bald, and had a pair of black sunglasses on. The woman clicked the button again, and the door closed, and they drove off. They kept quiet until they were asleep. They spoke sparingly, exception being the man, who seemed to have numerous quandaries. He mentioned Matthews age, and the woman told him not to get attached, her voice no longer calm and quiet, back to being stern and commanding. At another time, the man questioned his hair and eye color, and the woman iratatedly answered that he was probably albino, or it was part of his mutation. She then snapped at him for bringing up more questions, and he shut-up for the rest of the ride. The rest of the ride was quiet, yet tenseful, but Matthew slept through the whole hour ride, loving the warmth from the blankets they had gave him when he had gotten in the van.

(Last one for today, more coming this week. Anything wrong or incorrect, tell me )

They drove into a large, parking lot, may of the spaces taken with similar vans as the one they were in. The woman woke him up, adopting her caring, serene voice, and in minutes, he was awake, pulling the blankets with him, to keep him warm. He still did not speak, but followed them in the middle of them, the man insisting that it be that way; so he did not escape. They walked over to a large steel door, with a keypad to the right of it. The woman entered the exceedingly long code, and the door rose, to reveal another one underneath it. This made Matthew puzzled. The next one had a fingerprint scanner, then the next a retina scanner, other numerous procedures followed. Matthew shifted uncomfortably, as he wondered why so many safety precautions were even needed. Meanwhile, the man was watching her actions carefully, searching for any errors. Eventually, all the doors snapped back down, her actions seeming a failure. After all the doors were sealed again, they opened, this time diagonally, revealing their destinations. Matthew walked into the overly-chrome room, squinting from the light that reflected off of it. Then, the woman closed the doors, pressing numbers and symbols he'd never soon on a keypad on this side of the many doors.

(gonna speed this up a bit.)
After the doors took the same precedure as before, but reversed, they walked out of the room, and into another room that might have reminded one of a medical receptionist's room, with a lady at a desk, tapping ever-so quickly on a computer. Matthew didn't know about anything of this place, or what was to come, all he knew was that it was warm, and didn't seem sinister from his point of veiw, however cloudy that may be at this moment in time. The woman at the desk, stop her furious tapping, and looked upon the woman bringing the mutant in, over hornrimmed glasses. "Hello." She said in a southern accent, dispite their location in New York. "I've got Matthew Thomas Aylebourne." The woman next to Matthew had said, causing Matthew to wonder how they knew his name, and what else they knew, causing him to put his hand in the pocket his Marionette was in. The woman at the desk seemed to notice, but the one next to him did not, her attnetion to the receptionist. "Okay Barbara." The receptionist, or whatever she was there for, called out, revealing the spy-like woman's name. Barbara then walked him down a long, white corridor, doors with long slight narrow windows on the outside, allowing the workiers to see in next to each one. They all showed another kid, most of them older, in each room, either in a bed, or walking around pointlessly. He wondered why they were grouped together there so, and if they had a secret like himself, if they were freaks. She led hiom into one, using her fingerprint on the door, to open it. She led him into a very tiny bathroom located in the room, and allowed him to change into another pair of clothes. This took him many attempts to get them on correctly. He walked out of the bathroom, and stumbled onto the low twin-sized bed, and sighed, his stomache uneasy, as if trying to tell him that he made a decision he would later hate. He fell asleep, not possessing dreams.

(You can come in now, whoever....preferably Abyss first.)

Matthew slept for a whole day, walking up the next, at about 12:00 noon. He woke up, feeling light and dizzy. He guessed it was from the smeel of his room, which was unbearably clean to him, but it was because they had taken blood tests from him, and did other strange tests of the same degree. He shook his head,and traversed over to the bathroom, washed his hands with the cold water, as no hot water would even come out, and looked out the window that looked into the hallway. He now understood why they seemed to walk around without anything to do, but spotted a rack of magazines in a far corner of his room. He opened them, and looked at the pictures, but since he couldn't read, he quickly gave up on them. They were also in poor shape, pages missing. Also ever so boring. Themselves being about science, or atoms, and other things he shouldn't know anything about at his age. A large nurse stepped into the room, seemed to be dismayed that he was asleep, and almost walked out, but walked in anyway. "Hello, Matthew." She spoke in an low, annoyed voice, that told anyone that she'd rather be dead than do this; her job. "Please roll up your sleeve." She said rolling up his long, plain, bright red sleeve, that matched his new, slightly large red sweat pants. He didn't know what she was doing, but allowed her to roll up his sleeve anyways. His eyes opened wide, when she pulled out a long needle. They watered as it entered his skin, finding a vein. But he did not speak, or cry out. This was one thing he wasn't going to do talk. She left with a needle full of the blood, and he poked where she had place a piece of cotten, taped down with his finger delicately. He had received limited food, and water, but he found it a feast, compared to what he was originally given. The next day was like this as well, wake up, get blood taken, maybe even twice, and then have the rest of the day to do whatever. It wasn't until the night of the third day that something actually happened.

Matthew's eyes jolted open as a large, wailing sound was heard. An alarm. He rose upright in his bed, looking around. A nurse, a different one from before, was seen through his window, come from anotehr room, and make her way hastlily over to him, and came in to make sure he was there. "Its nothing go back to bed." Her trembling voice rang in his bedroom, echoing. He knew just as easy as anybody that something wasn't right, and he pretended to sleep, and she left, and moved onto the next bedroom. His eyes opened back up, and he sat alert in his bed, a red alarm light making everything in his room look red, and dangerously evil. Matthew took no heed of them however, and sat still, dead silent.

Matthew looked out the window, after seeing what he thought was a little red human walking around, but then shook off the absurd idea, and proposed that it was probably another nurse, and the red light that was so irritatingly constantly flashing bounce off their white overcoat, and caused it to look like a red-skinned person was strolling down the hallway. His terribly wrong accusations, were, as stated before, terribly wrong. He pulled his face up from his knees, having put them there, not helping almost falling asleep. A loud clang-bang noise was heard, the origin of the reason he was alerted so. A red skinned figure, the one he had thought he had hallucinated earlier was seen clearly through the door, which had been busted open, with somewhat inhuman force. His first thought was 'what was he?', but he didn't stop to ask another question, and ran out of the room, falling, from not being this active in a long time. He quickly recovered his balance, and ran out of the room, looking around nervous of being discovered by anyone, and wondering if the red colored man was to be trusted.

After a minute or two of running after him, his bare feet stopped there movement, and he joined a numerous amount of other mutants, but they seemed afraid to use their mutations, for all the boy knew, they could be regular kids. He listened intentively to the man's soliloquy, understanding little of the words he spoke of. He decided to go with him, and stuffed his hand in his pocket, for resons unknown other than to a boy of the same age and mind, which none of the mutants in this conversation being roleplayed about were of. His eyes grew wide, wider than they usually were, which were pretty wide with the random, recent events that had occured in this boys life. He ran back into his room, and had started throwing thing around violently, his sheets, random things in his batthroom, searching everywhere possible, and some impossible. At one time, he had attempted to move his mattress, that laid flat on his bed, but only managed to get out of breath, and make it unkempt. He returned to the group, for a minute, seeming extremely dismayed. He didn't know what to do, wether to stay with the group, or go looking for his marionette, which he rembered was with his old clothes, which weren't in the bathroom anymore. This was more than just a merionette to this boy with queer power, it was what he thought was his fathers soul's resting place. Spooky, but true. He decided, that the stanger would have to come last, and he hesitantly drove the other way, occasionally looking behind him, at the group, which he wanted to be a part of.

He ran not to far away, only turning right once, then left twice, until a barred door brought him back to it, after he had passed it, and a strange connection between the captive in the room made him stop, somehow, he KNEW the marionette was there.

(go. Hope this is long enough )

Matthew's lips parted to let out a surprised gasp, as he stopped kicking the door, which he had started only seconds before the man had reached him. He was unable to read the door, but sure enough, his instincts were correct, and the golden letters on the brown plaque that rested on the door read: 'Employees Only, Confiscated Items'. He glanced behind him, to see the man craned over him, as if made of rubber, or he had no neck bones. He looked wondrously as he had somehow found him, through the maze of corridors that would have led a pyramid explorer mad. He himself was led through the strength of the connection he had with his marionette, but it was unknown to him how the man had been able to find him so quickly, so accurately. As the quandary was risen from the man, the young mutant was desperate, so he asked for assistance, nodding, not speaking. This was unusual for him, asking for help, as he usually had to do things himself, and wasn't used to attention being given to him, but these last few days, and especially this night of this day, threw everything out of wack for the fragile child.

He awaited for the opening of the door, anxious to finally see what the man could do, or wondering, if he was just very good at knocking down barred doors? Nothing seemed impossible to him, this dreamlike day's impact unknown to him, the flashing lights starting to make him slightly dizzy. He stepped out of the way for the man, concluding that he would probably just pester him while he was doing what he was going to do, whatever that may be. Nonetheless, the boy watched intentively, eyes wide, wondering if there were others like him at all, or if these others were just kids.

(crappy sorry....not much he could do really though)

The young mutant walked into the room, eyes almost too wide, seeing the walls decorated what others would call junk. Anyhow, to him, who had little of anything, it was like a treasure uncovered. He looked over to Abyss, saw him get a garbage bag, took that as his approval, and delved into the items, joyously. He put virtually everything he had seen from his dives into the wave of toys set up on shelves, and sometimes just randomly threw in piles near a corner or so. He didn't take any toys that were broken, he saw no use of it, but continued to gather more, passing them to Abyss, a face like it was Christmas upon him. As the piles decreased, slowly, it was only about 15 minutes until he found his objective in entering the room anyway. His wooden figure, dangling from a hook. He ran over to it, and stuck it carefully in his pocket, as if it were a living thing, and was trying his best not to suffocate it. He took much less interest in the other items littered around, and nodded to Abyss, showing that he was ready to leave. He seemed calmer now, seeing as the red 'thing' hadn't done any harm to him yet, and even helped him get reacquainted with his 'father' but wasn't ready to trust anyone yet, as the people that took him to this horrible place seemed pleasant at first too. He yawned, this clearly being passed his bedtime, and wondered where this 'Sanctuary' was, and if it had a decent bed. He stepped out of Abyss's way again, and innocently waited. Who knows, maybe the sanctuary would be better than the prison he was in? Or, it could be worse. Matthew had no clue to which it was, but he would take the chance, he didn't want to pass up a chance of leaving this place. He shook his white, messed up hair out of his eyes, and then made a sad attempt to smash it made down, but it stuck up oddly.

(Ugh. It was bad. Horrible muse I had. Eww. A rhyme...I hate rhymes. >< Ugh. And poetry...for some reason.....I'm more of a novel guy. I always stutter reading rhymes too....Okay, I'm gunna shut up now ><)