C. E. I.: Redacted Runaways. [COMPLETED]

The Old Man

[071 slowly woke up.. Trapped inside a small box with a small hole to see from.. He can hear the sound of dripping and echoes of screams close by.]

071: "My head... Why do I feel weak all of a sudden... Where am I..."

[He peeked through the hole to see a starving prisoner from the other side... He was mumbling to himself... Biting his arm..]

071: "Hey... Are you ok Mister... Why are you biting yourself... You might make a wound on it."

Inmate: "I'VE BEEN HERE LONG ENOUGH.. HE ISN'T NICE.. HE ISNT PITIFUL... HES GONNA KILL YOU IN THE WORST WAY POSSIBLE.. HE KILLED MY FRIENDS.. MY BROTHER... EVERYONE..."

071: "So.... That voice... He lied to me.... He was luring me...how can I get out... I feel like I'm gonna melt..."

Inmate: "There is no way out.. Its like an endless maze.. But be warned.. He sometimes let you out.. Only to hunt you down all over again... Its his game... Its his rule..."

???: "Talking to each other I see?? How adorable..."

[The old Decomposed man slowly made his way to one of the cells.. He stared at the cell junior was in...]

???: "I'll deal with you... Later... For now.. I got a child to torment..."

[The old man pulled out the cell... Staring at 071...his blue/white pupil's glow.. Smiling wider at the sight...]

???: "How fascinating.. I never seen anything like this before.. A child.. In crude oil...."

[He grabbed junior by the arm.. His corrosive acid drop onto the oil.. It Began to bubble up.. Before stopping.. The acid drooled down..]

???: "Odd... Somehow.. My corrosive acid isn't melting or infecting any sort of liquid.. Especially crude oil... Quite surprising.. And disappointing..."

071: "what does your corrosive acid meant to do Mister..."

???: "Why should I tell you??"

071: "Curiosity?? I suppose.. Beside I never seen you before...."

???: "Very well then.. My acid was meant to melt of any skin of a human... And infect them... It would be a easy way to kill.. And a perfect way for a victim to scream... Such a nice choir..."

071: "Ohh.. I like choirs... Especially the drums.. And the piano... Have you been to a choir before..."

???: "No... Why??"

071: "It's a nice group music... Especially in concerts and such.."

???: "Heh.... I guess so..."

071: "See.. Now we're talking.. And maybe we can be friends!! I like making friends with new people.. Well except those who broke my toys and.. Hurt me..."

[The old man stared.. He grin...]

???: "I hurt you... Does that count me as your friend...."

071: "Well..."

???: "Listen kid... I wouldn't want to make friends with anyone... Especially some little annoying brat.. Like you... Disgusting oil.... Disgusting.... Child....also.. It would ruin my appearance and role.... It would change me to something I hate.... Being nice.... Eughhh."

071: "But.. Did you have friends before...."

???: "Me.. Have friends.. If I would remember... Then I would've kill them by now.... Like you... But your somehow, immune to my mucus.... Which isn't fair for an old man like myself..."

071: "Oh....at first.. It was hard to make friends.. I'm not even human at all.. I'm just oil... But. I like to play with people.. Instead I end up killing them in the end.. Which isn't fun at all..."