<span style="font-style: italic">A world where everything is controlled, monitered and calculated. A city, under constant surveillance, watched by the eyes of both computer and human being, 24-7, 365 days a year. A metropolis, that many know nothing of the secrets that hide in the shadows, despite living there for an entire lifetime. Sericuse Area 37, or otherwise known to the common person: Seropolis. To them, it was a city of wonders, of everything that they could ever dream of. Anyone could do what they wanted, jobs were plenty, places of enjoyment and recreation were everywhere. It was almost like heaven on earth, and everything was perfect. Nothing seemed out of place. <br/><br/>However, there were a few handful of people who knew the true nature of this supposed Utopia. They knew that this place was a complete farce, one huge lie. This place was nothing more than a controlled experiment, a city wide scale lab project. And the people living within it were the 'rats' of the entire operation. Those that knew were certain, rather specific and special individuals, who, if the truth was found out about them by any other, who certainly send a frenzy in to the entire city.<br/><br/>One of those 'individuals' lived in his own little world, in a home that most people would be shocked to even look at. His home comprised of several pieces of sheet metal, boxes, and a cleaned out dumpster all thrown together. The whole place was filled to the brim with random items, some of which didn't even make any sense to have. That didn't matter though, as he loved his home and nothing would make him leave.<br/><br/>He was called Blu. And Blu was different, even among the few select of the city. He was a lab expirement all of his own, a creation of twisted ideals an even more twisted people. However, in appearances, he looked completely docile and harmless. In fact, he looked more like a she. Longish ash blonde hair done in a braid, large blue eyes and soft appearing skin. Blue even wore girl clothes, such as dresses and stockings. It was rather weird if someone knew of his gender, but hardly any did. So it was all good.<br/><br/>Anyhow, someone in this world of lies and deceipt, was about to get mingled with the life of Blu, and perhaps end up finding the truth. What would happen? <br/><br/>The date was YearXX97</span><br/><br/>The sun was just about to set in the grey sky, clouds covering the usual reds and oranges of the setting ball of fire. People were heading home from their outings, some having gone shopping, others visiting friends. Getting off work and taking a short break at bars or just going straight back to their homes to take a shower, eat some delicious supper, and go to bed. A lot of others were coming out in to the night, party goers and troublemakers, the crew of delinquents that parents tell their children to keep clear of and to stay away from.<br/><br/>Among these night dwellers was Blu himself, a couple of grocery bags swinging from his hand, a happy smile on his face. He'd managed to swipe someone's wallet and get some food to eat. Mainly it was junk food, chips, cookies and such. Nearby he could hear the loud cacophany of voices raising up, as drunk young adults and late teens walked in the streets and sidewalks. The sound came closer, and when he turned the corner, they were right there in front of him. He paused for a moment, staring, but then walks forward once more, ignoring the jibes and catcalls from the group. They were all idiots, so why should he mess with them? He really wasn't one for conflict anyway.<br/><br/>Now they were next to him, and he looks the other way, not noticing the hole starting to form in one of the bags he was carrying, until it split down the middle, all of his snacks tumbling to the ground. "Aw man!" He exclaims, scrambling to pick it all up before these baffoons stepped on them. One of the packages of powdered donuts had rolled away, and when he went to grab it saw a foot right there. Freezing in his spot, he slowly looks up blinking as he saw who it was....not that he knew. It was a guy, maybe his age, maybe a little older, who had several piercings and tattoos.<br/><br/>"Uh..." Was all he could say, for a moment just staring with his mouth half way open, before snapping out of it. "I'm sorry." He quickly snatches up the donuts, and stuffs them in to the bag that wasn't ripped, before continuing. Sadly some of the others had smashed his sweets, and he sighs softly. What a waste. He wanted to gather everything up as fast as he could and go home. The voices of the group continued to swirl around him, and some of the things beings said weren't all that pleasant.<br/><br/>Fighting the urge to scream at them, his fingers trembling while acting to be deaf to all, he felt as if he was about to explode. This wasn't turning out to be a good night. Especially when he turns his head to see a foot coming quickly at him.