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This chapter turned out longer than I expected it to be, so I'm going to split it into three parts and publish them with a few days in-between.
I'd also like to say something about the emergency caused by COVID-19. Stay safe, take care of yourselves, please do not underestimate this emergency. Blessings to you all!
WARNINGS (and notes):
- mentions of experimentations;
- triggers;
- Estraneo;
- fleeing;
- corpses.
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Pain. Darkness. Corpses' smell.
Everything was blurry and clear at the same time. He needed to get out of there before they noticed. He had to escape as soon as they went back to retrieve another victim. Sounds of heavy breaths and rustling of leaves and hasty footsteps on the fresh mud were all he could hear.
He waited. He waited until the only sounds were those of the thick forest he'd seen at the very beginning of this nightmare. He waited and waited... and then he had to move. Quick. Go. Run! Get out of here!!
His back was heavy. Bodies were all over him, his breath caught up to his agitation, his blood flooded his ears, making them beat as if his heart was in his head, and he knew there was no way he could hear distinctly anymore. He put his bloody and wounded hands on the corpse under him – a boy, a fucking child, goddamnit! He pushed and pushed and pushed on the soft, dirty and torn skin with all the strength he had left. There had to be at least three bodies scattered on his own because it took everything out of him to finally lift his torso...
He held back the tears and tried to scroll them off. It took him five try's. The sounds of skin on skin were far and muffled. He kneeled and stood in robotic movements. The only thing keeping him going was his will.
He looked around, blinking repeatedly, and quickly found a way out of the ditch. He stepped on the corpses towards the shortest of the walls. He put his hands on the dirt and pushed again. His body was weak, but thinner. He heaved it up after what seemed hours of thundering pain. Everything hurt.
Tiredness started to hit him, ignoring the adrenaline at the thought of getting caught. He stubbornly stood, panting heavily, and looked right and left. Through his blurry vision, he could see torches' lights on his left. He ran to the right. His legs were like rocks, wounded, bleeding, he stumbled more than once on roots and mud.
Twigs snapping and animals fleeing were all he could register. He didn't know how much he ran, but, when he stopped, it was because he couldn't go on anymore. His legs literally gave up and he fell face-first in the mud. Through his blurred vision, he saw trees still around him, though they seemed less thick.
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Fanfiction[COMPLETE] Tsuna gets kidnapped. He sees his mother die. He is abused. He is kept for five months. He is only five-years old. When he is saved, his father takes him to Italy.
