[b]Part 1[/b]

(Each idea will be color coded for easy identification when putting forward future ideas. Eg. If one wants to put forth an idea that follows the red section, simply put “Red:” (Minus the quotes)followed by your idea, and I will know which section you wish to continue from with your idea.)

[b]Red[/b] - Sasha wakes up before he can be injected, in his right mind.

[b]Green[/b] - Sasha is injected, but the drug doesn't kill him, only paralyze him. His 'other' mind wakes up and finds it can barely move.

[b]Purple[/b] – Sasha wakes before being injected, transforms back into the monster and leaves the hospital, but doesn't hurt Izea.

[b]Blue[/b] – Izea injects Sasha and kills his body, however his spirit self survives.

[b]Orange[/b] – Sasha is injected and instead of dying goes into a death like coma, and is essentially buried alive.

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[b]Red[/b] – His fingers begin to tremble, a slight catch in the back of his throat causing a small chocking noise out as he tries to breath. [i]'I don't want to do this my friend, but do I have any choice? Will you ever wake again as yourself, not as that monster?'[/i] He lets out a sigh and moves a little closer to his life long friend. The pressure of his hand on the bed making Sasha stir.

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With a great rush I feel my body falling back towards the world below. My mind races [i]~I can not lay this burden upon him~[/i] An instant later I can feel again. The weight of my own skin feels like led hanging from my bones. Drawing in a deep shuddering breath I manage to whisper, “No Izea, my friend. Do not force this great pain upon yourself.” Behind me I hear his chocked gasp and the clatter of the syringe falling to the floor. I can not recall ever having left my body before when in my transformed state however as I pull myself up carefully into a sitting position I know I must tell Izea about it some time.

My eyes finally crack open and I manage a faint smile. The smile fades quickly however. [i]'This is not the time for that'[/i] “Forgive me my friend. I don't know what happened. . .”

Izea looks down at my, his arm hanging limply by his sides. “I. . .I couldn't do anything. . . You just. . . .” He falls silent as I nod. His voice sounds raw and harsh.

“I know my friend.” I whisper. The red lights flashing in the hallways add an odd pulse to the scene and I can almost feel my heart beat thumping in time to the crimson flickers. Izea moves back to the edge of the bed, the shaking in his hands stilling as he reaches out to take hold of my shoulder. I look up into his eyes and I can see the question ringing through my mind echoes in his eyes. “What do we do now?”

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[b]Green[/b] – Steeling himself Izea leans forward. Pressing his hand into the mattress he quickly plunges the needle into his friend's blood soaked arm and injects him with the full dose. The glowing purple liquid does it's work quickly, and in a matter of moments Sasha's breathing slows. Pulling back the syringe Izea subs gently but after a couple seconds his brows furrow. Leaning in close once again his eyes widen as he realizes Sasha is still breathing. “Impossible.” he whispers, a hint of fear in his voice. Suddenly Sasha's eyes open and begin darting around the room. Izea leaps back from the bed, but when he realizes that his friend isn't moving he carefully makes his way around the bed.

Sasha's eyes continue to dart around the room and Izea's breathing picks up. “You can't move, can you?” he asks softly. The man in the bed doesn't respond. Moving in closer Izea kneels down and looks into his friend's face, looking for any sign of recognition. The nude male looks anywhere but at the doctor before him, seeming almost frantic despite the complete lack of any other movement. The sound of sirens in the distance outside snaps Izea out of his stupor and without hesitation he turns Sasha on to his back and straps him down. “I was ready to kill you my friend, but this must mean something. Perhaps you are meant to live.” he mutters and moving quickly he pushes Sasha out of the room on his wheeled bed and down the hall.

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I watch curious as Izea makes his decision. [i]~Well, if he thinks it best, I guess I can't argue with that~[/i] I can see almost at once that something is wrong. Once again I feel the rush of the creature taking over and I move closer so I can see better. [i]~I have changed, but only inside? How can this be?~[/i] Focusing hard I drift all the way down into the room, passing through walls and floors until I'm drifting at Izea's side. [i]~So strange. He's looking into my eyes, however I am watching him do it rather than looking back . . .~[/i] Dropping my gaze to my hands I can see the floor through them. [i]~A ghost?~[/i] Before I can think too hard about just what I am now the sirens from outside prompt Izea into action. Drifting along slowly behind him as he moves down the hall I can not help but wonder where we are heading, and what Izea is planning.

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[b]Purple[/b] – A roar echos in my ears. A burn deep inside that tears at me. [i]~No! I don't, what is this!?~[/i] No one is here to answer me. I am alone up here, high above the carnage and my dear friend. I look down, but even as I wonder at the distance, a hand clutched at my stomach the world comes rushing up to meet me. In an instant I am looking at my own unconscious form as my friend stands over me with a deadly cocktail of chemicals in a syringe. The roar echoes again and fear shoots through me as I see my very skin shift and bulge. Then all is darkness.

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Izea gasps loudly as once again the creature begins to take over his friend's form. A clawed hand snaps back and with the sound of breaking glass the luminescent violet liquid explodes out of the glass syringe as it shatters against the wall. Izea falls back, unscathed but unable to run for fear of drawing what was once his friend Sasha's attention. He swallows hard, his sweaty hands pressed firmly against the wall behind him. Then he freezes. Sasha is looking at him. Towering above even the tallest man ever recorded the creatures russet colored fur looks almost black in the emergence lights. Long fangs peek out from beneath tough looking lips and clawed hands curl at the ends of rather human looking arms, were they not covered in the same coarse red fur as the rest of it's body.

Unable to move Izea simply watches as Sasha looks him up and down before turning to the open window. His whole body shakes violently as the creature roars, rattling the window in it's frame. An instant later he's all alone in the hospital room, a blood soaked bed and bloody claw marks on the windowsill the only sign of the beast's passing.

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[b]Blue[/b] – A single tear falls from the doc's eye as he comes to his decision. “Forgive me my friend, but I can't do it any more. I know you may no longer be in there, but please, forgive me. . .” With a small hiccuping sob he leans in and presses the needle into Sasha's flesh. Sinking the plunger down to the hilt he pulls the needle out and throws it against the wall. With only the smallest shudder Sasha passes away in his sleep from the poisonous concoction and Izea falls to his knees at his bedside. He sobs loudly, crossing his arms as he hides his face in the blood soaked sheets of his live long friend.

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A searing pain races through my body. [i]~I can feel it. My body, the poison! Like fire in my veins~[/i] An unholy scream finds it's way out of my mouth, but none are around to hear the sounds of my dying agony. Though I know I am crying I can feel no wetness on my cheeks. My body curls around itself as the pain washes over me again and again. Such a pain I have never read of, not ever thought could be, but it is here now, and if I were not sure I was dying I would believe that the only thing worse could be living afterward. As it is as soon as my heart beats it last the pain fades and soon I can breath again. I know I am not actually breath, but it is still comforting to pretend. [i]~If I am dead, then why am I. . .?~[/i]

The tears clear from my eyes and I look at the world below. I first seek out my friend Izea. He cries at my bedside and my heart aches for him. Movement catches my eye and I turn. Just outside the room is another doctor but something is off about him. I can see right through him. Another movement, a nurse this time. She is likewise incorporeal. [i]~Ghosts?~[/i] Looking down at my own hands I realize that I too have a distinct lack of substance. [i]~Odd.~[/i] All I feel is a bit bemused at the thought and soonmy attention returns to Izea. 

The need to be closer to him overwhelms me and in a rush I find myself falling down through the building to float by his side. His tears have stopped and now he stands, looking down at my now lifeless body. I too look at the pile of flesh and bones that were once mine. I let out a sigh, somehow unable to feel remorse or sadness at my passing. [i]~It was the right decision my friend.~[/i]I watch curiously as Izea's head snaps up. He begins looking wildly about the room and a curious thought crosses my mind. Drifting a little closer as he turns away from the bed to search the room more thoroughly. [i]~Can you hear me my friend?~[/i] He jumps again, his movements frantic but after a second of fruitless searching he calms down a bit and with a faint cough he simply nods.

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[b]Orange[/b] - Everything is darkness. Cold, hard, all around me I can feel it. My tongue is like sandpaper in my mouth and I can almost hear it crackling as it moves about aimlessly. Panic wells up from deep inside me and the need to free myself begins singing through my veins. I try to call from someone but all that comes out is a dry rasping sound. My arms come up with effort and the touch of cold stone above me rocks me to my core. [i]'What, where am I!? What's happening?'[/i] The fear builds and I feel a touch of the familiar burn tickling my insides. [i]'No, not that, not it! Stay away!'[/i] However it does not go away, however it grows no stronger either. With a great effort the stone above me begins to move. As it slides aside light begins to pour into my dark little space.

As the light strikes my eyes I flinch back. At first I think it is the sun, a mid day blaze high above. However as my eyes adjust I recognize the cool blue of a full moon. It takes several minutes of straining and resting, letting my body adjust to moving and my eyes to the light until at last I manage to sit up. A shudder runs through me as I recognize my surroundings as those of a graveyard. [i]'I am in a graveyard, and this is my tomb. . .Am I dead?'[/i] Looking down at my skin I can see how pale it has become. The once simply pasty white of a scientist has been replaced with the clammy sickly look of someone who is no longer a part of the living. However I check my pulse just to be sure. [i]'No, I'm not dead. That's a weak, but steady beat. So, what. . . .'[/i]

Moving slowly I manage to crawl out of my stone coffin and as I breath in the fresh night air I can feel my strength return. My eyes and mouth are still very dry so I begin searching from some way to fix that. Luckily it must have rain recently. As I wander down the hill where my resting place was into the graveyard proper I splash through several large puddles. Not really caring it the water is clean I fall to my knees at the closest one that is large enough to scoop water out of and drink deeply. Splashing the water over my face I shiver as a mixture of the crisp water and cool breeze forces a chill down my spine. Base needs taken care of I make my way towards the fence in the distance. [i]'How long have I been here? Was I really. . . Dead? What happened to. . . Izea. . . .'[/i] The thought of my dear friend brings me new strength and I break into a run. Reaching the fence I seek out the nearest street sign. [i]'I know where I am. We lived near here! Maybe, he still does. . . .'[/i]

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And that's the end of part 1! I hope you enjoyed and I can't wait to see what you guys come up with next!