What is normal? There was never a normal for siren oh..I should mention that he has two sides...one is called 92, the side that's been experimented on, and the other is called siren, his so called "normal" side. The doctors still call him, all of him, 92 due to them only addressing the experiments by there numbers. He's kept in a cell in the "basement" of the laboratory. It looks like an old insane asylum and it smells of dead bodies and blood. The walls are all white and cushioned. 92 sits in the middle scratching away at his neck painfully. He doesn't even know that he's in pain as he digs his claws into his neck and pulls back over and over again. Blood drips down his other side while Siren cry's in pain. "stop it! your hurting us" he yelped. "tough" 92 snaps back. "I-If you don't stop your going to slice our neck in half!" siren says worryingly. "pfffft like that's going to stop me. It will just snap back" 92 smiled slyly at the wall, his eye twitching constantly. Siren sighed. It's useless to try to tell 92 to stop. If Siren really tried to attack 92 he would end up getting an arm bit of slowly and painfully. I know what your thinking, your confused probably by whats going on. Let me tell you whats happening right now. Sit back, grab some popcorn, and enjoy the explanation because it might take a while.