Hello and welcome! This is a story that I am co-writing with a friend that lives in England! We are trying very hard to promote it, and we were hoping that you would read it and find interest in it! I know the summary sounds lame, but it's the best I could think of for such a small amount of description space. Please, Enjoy!

Summary: In a world where 3 types of beings exist and one company holds all in an iron fist, 2 girls, a hybrid and a human, must come together as friends, and begin a long journey to abolish "Isolation" and it's hold on the world.

Isolation: Project BIRN

Prologue

The Darkness. The darkness within our souls. We can't escape it. It lives within us. Most are able to control it...after all...you always have a choice...don't you?

A choice to the healing of freedom, and a choice to the pain of imprisonment...some choose imprisonment, for fear of freedom, but are brought to their senses and begin to wish for freedom...

After all...what is freedom? The answer.... there is no freedom. We are all slaves...slaves to different things...slaves to money, wealth and power. Slaves to poverty, sickness and disease. But most of all, we are slaves to ourselves...slaves to death.

There is one cage... we call it Isolation. A physical building that we are imprisoned in, tortured in, experimented in. If you are so lucky to escape, your mind is wiped and you are normally free to go...unless you start to remember. That's when you become the hunted...

...But sometimes...the hunters become the hunted. She denies them. She fights them. She wins. She is safe.... for a while.... until they send the next lot out. And then her fight begins again. But she wins. She will always win. No matter how many genetically alter mutant freaks they send out after her she will always win. Why? Because she works alone. She has hardened herself against this cruel world.

She is an experiment, released and unsure, sent out to finish the job. Insecure and uncertain, she stalls and wanders. Which is why they hunt her also...they hunt her along with the hardened one code-named: Korina. All is not well, but she is surviving on her own. Her own code name: NightStrike because she has become, what THEY would call a 'Nightling' one shrouded and comforted by the night.

And why should she not be a nightling? The darkness.... the shadows wrap herself around her as she embraces the darkness. She will fight for no one but herself. She has no one else. She wants no one else. She is not cruel, but necessary, if she is to survive. She does what she needs to do. She WILL make her own destiny.... because they decided it for her...and she will not rest until.

Trapped. Living in a world.... a small world. These four stonewalls are my world. The familiar cold, mossy stones and crack in the wall that serves as my window. The hard bed a pillow. The small heater to keep me in this chilled room...this is my world. Why? I don't know.

I am supposed to hunt the one they call Korina...I sometimes wonder about her. I have found my own shelter for now, but I wonder how she has survived. None of the other techs have been able to retrieve her or destroy her, not before she destroys them. I sometimes wonder if she would accept me into her world. Hopefully I'll never find out, for i must keep away from her.

Away...chuckle if they wanted me to stay away...why? Why did they do this to me? Snatching my future...my destiny away in their white-gloved hands. They changed me into this...when i was mere 10 years of age.... and trained me.... like some animal in a zoo.... for this one task...my whole life...i remember nothing but harsh lessons, cruel tasks...and for what?

I know I'm a hybrid, but at least I'm not a tech. Would Korina be grateful of that little bit of information? Or would she still doubt me in every way? I hear that she hates us all...Hybrids, Techs and Genesis alike. Are we really that bad? I'm not sure...I remember my own training in the SimT...Harsh; they kept pushing me to my limits. And I'd find a way to defy each of my limits. Useless limits.

"CODE 333 REPORT TO THE BLOCK 087" I do not have an appointed name...just a number.... 333.... half way to hell.... HA! What do they want me for now? Training hours are over.... what could it possibly be?

I can feel him straining to get out...that's what training was good for. Keeping him in, satisfying him. But without training, I have been able to befriend him, but I must let him out every now and then.

Not yet I try to tell him as he urges ever more.

It had better be soon kittling. He booms back at me. He doesn't like me right now...not one bit...no one does....

But...I have survived without them so far...i can go on without them...friends.... i have never known a friend...except one. A sickly sweet, always-happy girl known to these people as 077...but to me as Celendine. But she has gone. She didn’t seem to have a purpose except for being excessively annoying he growled. I would have killed her you know he snarled. I know But he didn’t have to...

"Number 087, you have an assignment." The voice came from out of nowhere. "You are to the kill the subjects NightStrike and Korina. Transmitting ?"

087 pov Great. Another assignment. Like all the creatures here our lives are worthless...putty in these peoples hands. But i have learned to live with it and live with it i shall. NightStrike. Korina. If only you could remember. Like I do. Normal pov Unfurling his black and purple bat like wings, 087 hovered down the sterile white corridors...

087 was the number given to him. His name, or as his close acquaintances called him was Orphaestus, or Orph. He liked this name a lot better than 087. That was just his nature. He had purple hair that came down to his elbows, but he tied it into a ponytail that hung over his left shoulder.

"And H087? You've been assigned a Tech, Tech number 035." A tall figure stepped forward

As the figure emerged in to the light Orph noted the green hair and marking that pointed him out as a tech. The Tech nodded. Orph nodded back. This was how they communicated.

Orph silently wondered if the Tech had a certain identification that shed him apart from the others and noticed the marking on his right cheek. Somewhat of an F character...

"Name?" Orph asked the Male Tech sternly.

035’s eyes skimmed the figure before him and noted to himself that he was not a threat.... as far as he could see. He stared blankly ahead for a few seconds before replying

"Fahron."

"Good. I'm Hybrid number 087, Orphaestus." Orph said in his deep toned voice.

"Acquainted. Asking permission to begin assignment." Man was this guy ever straight and to the point.

Orph nodded and the two left the black room.

Fahron stared straight ahead walking steadily. He unconsciously glanced sideways, but immediately corrected himself. He was not interested in this...this hybrid! So y was he having this strange feeling...like...he was curious? He shook his head to himself.

NightStrike was walking in the darkness of another lone alleyway. She needed to get to the cliff point she needed to fly. Her wings and spirit were restless for fighting, training, or flying. Any would do at the moment. Her red eyes flashed as the moonlight glanced off them.

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I suppose you should know, my friend writes in bold and I write in plain. You'll probably be able to tell from the way this is written. We're also going to be posting this story on a Live Journal, so the updates will be more frequent and we can answer questions more easily than with fictionpress. Please tell us what you think on We hope to see you there!

Koyoru and Saezuri