Mistakes (Hybrid Team Crafted)

Prologue

A/N 

Ok as seen in the description, this book was adopted by me from @StarburstWrites. They were having trouble updateing and stuff, you get what I mean?

So they put it up for adoption, and well here we are. If you want to read the original story go to their account and read it if you want.

This is going to start out about the same as Starburst's, so up to you if you want to read the other one first or not.

Anyways, I'll try to update this every week or two, and we'll see how it goes. It is my first story technically...

First of we'll have a little flash of the past, so a prologue basically. Here we go!

        A young boy woke up in a dark cell, wondering how he got there. Overall, he began to freak out, he was only seven after all. He began to look around the dark room and sat up on the uncomfortable 'bed' he had woken up on. The dark cell didn't have much in it, just a small bucket, probably as a restroom, the 'bed', and gray walls. The front of the cell just had iron bars, so it kind of looked like your average prison.

        The boy got up and looked around a bit closer, there were dark stains on the floor and walls. It was hard to tell what it was, but he could guess from the bile smell drifting around the cell. Blood. The boy jumped as he heard footsteps coming down the hallway. He tried his best to shrink away and hide in the corner, but the figure knew he was there.

        "Come out Project 12, I know you're in there," the figure said darkly through the bars, his voice deep and rough. It was almost as if he had been yelling at someone for a while. Project 12 wearily got up and walked towards the opening in the cell. 

        "Ah yes, come to me," the figure said as he saw project 12 get closer. Regretfully, the boy walked close enough to the door for the figure to snatch him and start dragging him away. Naturally, the project 12 started thrashing a little bit, trying to get away from the man trying to take him away. The man smacked the young boy hard in the face, and immediately the struggling stopped. 

        The young boy only whimpered as tears streamed down his face, wondering what was going to happen to him. The boy glanced around to see other miserable people in cells as he was dragged further and further away from where he had woken up. Some gave him stares full of sorrow and pity, but others just glared. Their emotions had seemingly been ruined by what had happened to them.

        Eventually, they arrived in a dimly lit room with another figure in the corner. The man shoved him into the room and quickly left, obviously knowing what was going to happen to the young boy. Project 12 crept a bit further into the room, and the figure turned around. It was clearly a woman, with long black hair, jeans and a lab coat on. Her eyes were the scariest of her features, according to the young project. Her right eye was completely black, including the white part, and the left eye had a black iris and gazed up at the cieling.

        The young boy whimpered as she stepped closer, and lashed out and grabbed the boy, which had learned not to struggle. She strapped project 12 face down onto a silver table in the middle of the room, and dragged over a cart of what seemed to be torture equipment. The young boy's paniced eyes rapidly looked around for any ways of escape, but gave up quickly. This wasn't something he could escape like he had his abusive family.

        The insane woman grabbed a sharp kitchen knife and started slashing at the boys bare back. Project 12 screamed out in pain, and the woman had a smile on her face, almost like the screaming was music to her ears. The boy's throat became raw after what seemed like hours, but in reality had probably only been ten minutes. With a raw throat, the boy could only manage to get out small whimpers, like he had when he came in.

        Tears streaking down his face, he beared himself for more of the torture to come. The woman reached for something else on the table, it looked like a needle with a vial of dark liquid connected to it. A grin appeared on the woman's face as she stabbed the needle down into the back of the young boy's neck. 

        The boy wondered if it was poison, or just something to make him hallucinate. He tried to call out for help, and scream in pain, but he couldn't. He had already screamed out too much. The strange liquid felt like fire burning through his viens, and it hurt like hell itself. The poor young boy's body couldn't take it any more and he collapsed into darkness.

        The woman, who seemed quite satisfied, sloppily stitched up the slashes on the boys back and tossed him back out of the room where the man from before picked him up and carried him back to his cell.

        The young boy woke up in his cell once again, but this time he felt... Different. He groaned and got up off of the bed, but immediately fell over, he braced for the impact but it never came. He opened his eyes to see he was somehow floating right above the ground. His eyes widened in amazement, but a surging pain came from his back and the back of his neck.

        He collapsed onto the floor, wraithing in pain. It almost felt like something was growing out of his neck. The boy heard a lound 'crack' and one last bit of pain on his back and neck, then it was suddenly gone. Project 12 took of the big stained shirt he had on, and attempted to look at his back. 

        He saw multiple badly stitched up scars, presumably from when the woman had slashed his back. He also saw two new scars right above his neck, to his suprise, had started healing over already. He just stared at it in shock, how could this happen? He though to himself. 

        Out of no where, he felt a bonk on his head and looked up to see two little wither heads with bat wings flying around his head. Now he was really confused. He looked back down to examine himself more, when he saw the spots where he had healed up were beginning to get covered in chapped gray-black skin rather than his own. 

        To his surprise, it started spreading down his back and over his stomach. All the young boy could do was stare at it in absolute terror as it engulfed almost his entire body. The gray black skin went down to his elbows, his knees, and barely past the collar bone of his neck. He felt his face to see if there was anything different, but there wan't except for the fact the his medium light brown hair had turned to a much darker brown. 

        He slipped his black T-shirt on and stared at his hands for a while. "Why me..." He whispered to himself. I'm a monster.

        After only a few days, the young boy had found out he had similar powers to the legendary Wither, he could float above the ground, heal quickly, and as of right now shoot small Wither bombs. With these, he thought, I can eventually get out of here.

        It took the young boy almost a year to get the Wither bomb big enough to break a small hole in the wall to crawl out of. Over the course of that year, he endured torture you couldn't imagine. In the end, it only made him stronger. In his opinion, tougher than the 'baby' that had been kidnapped into that nasty place.

        The young boy, 'Project 12,' ran away from that place as quickly as he could. With his head bat things trailing behind him, he soon made it far enough into the woods to catch his breath. He stopped by a small pool to get a drink, and to his luck, found an old blue space suit type thing. He shoved his head bat things into it and put it on.

        This way, he could freely go about the world without having to worry about being a hybrid. From that day on, he excelled in making new technology, and made an even better space suit for himself. Eventuallu he found a good place to stay, at the Sky Army Base and City, where he met new friends and lived a happy life.

        Little did he know that his hybrid life was long from over.

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