"M-my baby...." [i]The woman crawled on her knees to the boy, tears rolling down her cheeks. She fell to the ground by his side, and their physiques became clearer; so much frailer compared to other Contractees. Mutilated, experimented on, like lab rats; yet the love in the woman's eyes stated she was more than an experiment. But her breathing was slowing, and so was the boy's; they were both extraordinarily weak. Before long, both were peacefully dead; the mystery of how would remain just that. A mystery. But inferences could be made; it was what they were that did that to them. There were two remaining Contractees; a male and a female. They appeared to have no affiliation with each other, but now, Cylus could make no assumptions regarding that. They appeared to be around the same age, and not related by blood. When Cylus yelled into Vance's earpiece, he simply did not reply. His expression was solemn; it was clear he had gone through this situation... far too many times. And he hated it every time.[/i]

"What's happening to them?!" Cylus asked? "Why are they like this!?"

"The mother and son?" [i]Vance looked at the two deceased, sadness filling his green eyes.[/i] "... the contracts don't work out the best for everybody, and neither do the experiments the scientists perform on Contractees. It's mainly genetic. The experiments greatly weaken them... and they end up being unable to survive for very long."

"More power than they can handle." Cylus comments. "They're physically unstable." he lets out a sigh, looking down at the bodies. "How do you do it?" he asks

[i]Vance was silent for a moment.[/i] "It depends on a lot of things," [i]He replied with a sigh.[/i] "What happened to you to cause the Contract, your physical and magical capabilities beforehand, and your genetic resistance to many things–in short, I got lucky. That's all."