<span class="bbc_u"><strong>In the Eyes of Hans</strong></span><br/><br/>I growled under my breath as the soilders prodded me towards the inside of the shuttle. I glanced around at my new, less then promosing surroundings. "I should have tried to escape from the lab...I should have fought the humans...I should have attacked!" I thought to myself as I was locked and bolted into the circle with the others. The locks and chains they used as restraints cut into my flesh, but I barley noticed. Instead, I slyly eyed each individual in the circle, measuring them up, already thinking about my next move. I was impatient, waiting and wanting for something to happen, but I was held tightly by the restraints, and so I sat, bowing my head against my chest, refusing to look up -- much less speak to -- anyone else.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>In the Eyes of Jesse</strong></span><br/><br/>I drifted awake, and tried to stand, but was held down by some kind of restraint. I shook my head, trying to get rid of the cobwebs floating around in my head. As my vision restored itself, all I saw was a group of people, all of which looked like my age....<em>prepare for takeoff</em>blared from somewhere, and I started to panic. I stared at the individuals, trying to make eye contact, but noone seemed to dare. I followed suit, straining once more against the restraints, but then sat back and tried my best to relax, as the floor started to shake...<br/><br/>