((I like that post, blurp, I was imagining it in a narrator's voice in a movie))<br/><br/>Shiro tried to shake off his exhaustion for as long as he could, his eyes blinking slower and slower until he finally he surrendered. He shifted positions, curling up on the seat next to Norene and wrapping his tail around himself. He slowly drifted away as he closed his icy blue eyes.<br/><br/>Not knowing color, Shiro's dreams were monochromatic and faces were always blank or hidden in shadows, his imagination filling in whatever he guessed things to look like. He awoke back in his cell in the lab, no scar on his chest. The door opened and a scientist led him out and down the hall to the training area. Once they were there, he heard screaming, yelling, laughing? He grabbed his katana and charged out into the hall, an experiment had broken loose and was rampaging through the lab, killing anything that it could find. It stopped as it saw Shiro, hyena-like laughter from the creature filling the halls. It jumped at Shiro in an attempt to crush him under it's feet, but he dodged and countered with a slash across its back. They fought for a while, dodging each others attacks until the creature got lucky, slashing it's claws diagonally across Shiro's chest. His eyes widened, his own blood splattering the wall and floor and reddening his fur. He collapsed, his katana laying just out of reach as he laid there bleeding and breathing heavily.<br/><br/>The cackling creature lifted up Shiro by his legs, opening its mouth wide as it slowly lowered him inside. Shiro realized his fate as he felt the tight wet hole his arms were sliding into and the creatures breath on his face, struggling too late to save himself. He only slid deeper into the creature's throat, crying out in pain as the creature raked its teeth against his body and ran its tongue over the open wound on his chest. His already struggled breathing became harder as his chest was compressed by the creature's throat. No longer able to cry out for help, he could only slide deeper, his downward momentum only quickened by a slimy lubrication in the beast's throat. He lost all hope as the air on his feet was replaced with same warm moistness that covered the rest of him, the creature having closed it's mouth. His body was almost completely limp as the creature's esophagus slowly pulled him into its stomach, only wondering how it would end. Would it be fast or slow? Would it be painful? What would happen after he was dead? He suddenly felt the muscles around him tense and then slowly relax, the creature collapsing to the floor. Shiro felt only slight hope before he slipped into unconsciousness.<br/><br/>Shiro never found out what they did with that creature, and it was only now that he realized its eerie similarity to the Saints. Shiro slowly opened his eyes and sat up, holding the side of his head and then touching his fingers to his scar. He remembered were he was as he noticed the ever present noise of the train running along the tracks. He perked his ears, only noticing a few others awake yet. He quietly walked into the aisle and held onto a pole for support, not wanting to go back to sleep.<br/><br/>((Wall of text 8U))