[Oh did everything hurt.. eyes unsteady on the light that his eyes followed... it was too bright... it was a distraction.. He knew that, from the needles in his arm. As he huffed.. looking slowly at the nurse.. What a bitch. Someone not worth reconnecting. He knew that, one day it would either be her or him dying.. he was hoping it was her before him. What a worthless human. Helping a man play god.. what a joke.]
[Zetta-A-12 really couldn't say much.. he was created to be a poster boy, as the other two were more or less war machines.. He wasn't built for strength, not like his "twin", built to honestly kill a god.. That God being superman.. Zetta- A didn't care.. God or not.. that was half their DNA. Something interesting but always told to ignore]
[A scientist said.. Zetta-A huffed before he opened his mouth before they just stuck a Q-Tip in to take a sample.. Him giving a slight uncomfortable look as he closed his mouth. As he could feel the needle leave his arm, making him look away from his arm..]
"Is the other one doing okay?" [Zetta-A asked.. he was trying to distract himself from the lights.. the needles.. Ask about his other half.. but he was never answered.. which typical..]
[Zetta-A didn't repeat himself he knew better... he did. As they slowly filed out of the room.. him hust sitting there.. it will be fine... Hes fine.. hes good. He doesn't bite. He doesn't need to be in lock down like ZB.. its okay hes good.. hes a good boy.. Even though he pictured of killing them all sometimes.]