Experiment A-34 (Yan!DSMP x OC)

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TW: Blood, injury, death, kidnapping

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The alarms blared as I ran. I could hear the foul boom echo in my skull, that made me feel sick. I had to keep running. There was no other option for me at this point.

Run or die.

Giving up and staying is something I refused to do. I had spent 12 years of my life in captivity, with virtually no input at all on my own life. If I was going to die today, I'd die free.

Just behind the alarm I could hear the sounds of the rioting. The sound of my friends being slaughtered like the animals they were made to be. Explosions reverberated through the empty halls, no doubt one of the creeper hybrids. I couldn't keep thinking about that. How so many innocent captives would die today.

They were all just like me. Stolen away and sold to psychopaths. Who'd ever volunteer for blatant torture? No one with any sense of self preservation, that's for sure.

I forced myself to think about something else. I needed to escape. I thought about the sun. The grass. Animals. Flowers. Trees. Anything that wasn't this blasted place. My thoughts were cut short by footsteps behind me. It was probably about time they realized that killing all their experiments wasn't a good idea. They'd try to take me alive. That wasn't going to happen.

I opened the first door I came across after my realization. It was a staircase. I peered down the long drop. I could see smoke rising. I couldn't help but smile. Seeing everything the people I hated worked for burn to the ground is something I'd regret missing, but I had bigger problems. I ran up the stairs.

It was roughly around this point I realized I had no real plan. I get to the roof, then what? They don't exactly host flight classes here. I assumed I'd have to jump and pray. I either escape or I die. Either way I'd be free. So that was the plan.

The muscles in my legs burned from the sudden use. I could feel my body begging for me to stop. I was weak and malnourished. Every noise blended together and my vision was askewd, but I had to keep going. There were only a few more floors to go. I used my wings to try and boost myself forward a bit to keep ahead of the guards and scientists. After a handful of agonizing steps, I kicked open the door to the roof.

And for the first time in 3 years, I saw the sun. I took only a second to bask in the warm glow. I knew I wouldn't be able to take even a moment more. I used the last of my energy to get to the edge of the roof. I gazed down the thirteen story building. Every image of my probable demise possible flashed through my mind. I didn't want to die, but I would if I had to. And finally the door busted open again.

"A-34. Step away from the edge," a scientist I recognized as Dr. Dickhead commanded. Obviously, his name wasn't Dr. Dickhead, but thats what all the other experiments called him. He was, in fact, a dickhead. He gained a reputation of being rude and unnecessarily violent with his experiments. And I was unluckily one of them.

"Why? So you can beat me and inject me with God knows what again? Hell no," I sneered with hatred dripping from my voice, "I'm not going back in there"

He let out a guttural laugh, mocking me, "You really think you have a choice?" He signaled the guards to ready their crossbows.

"I think I have every choice in the world, Dr. Dickhead," I growled before making my move. The doctor signaled for the guards to shoot, as I jumped.

Many people have described their near death experiences as slow and anxiety-filled. Often saying "my life flashed before my eyes". But for me it was different. It was entirely peaceful. Maybe my life didn't flash before my eyes because I never really lived, but everything was just quiet for me. Feeling the sun on my skin and the wind in my hair made me want to close my eyes an never open them again. I nearly forgot I was supposed to survive the fall.

I flapped my wings in a panic. Anything to slow my decent, to make sure I wouldn't die. I tried to angle myself so my upper body would hit the ground. I rationalize that I could run with a broken arm, but not with a broken leg, and thats all that mattered. I needed to run.

The impact was rough. I landed on my right wing awkwardly with sickening snap. The sharp pain I felt only furthered the hypothesis that it was broken. Whatever, its not like I knew how to fly anyway.

I commanded my body to rise again. I couldn't stop now. I'd get caught if I did.

Just as I rose to my feet to start running, I felt a sharp and immistakeable pain in my right shoulder. One of the guards from the roof shot me. It didn't matter. Nothing but running mattered now.

Adrenaline helped block out the pain as I stared running. I could feel thorns and foliage jab at my skin. All the thoughts in my head merged together, but there's one thing they all agreed on.

Run.

So I obeyed. Despite every bone and muscle in my body begging me to stop, I didn't. I just kept on running and running. I was so close now, too close. I'd never be able to forgive myself if I stopped and got caught.

It felt like it had only been minutes, but the sinking sun had told me it had been hours since I ran. Time began to fall apart and my adrenaline began to fade.

The pain in my body hit me like a truck. My muscles all burned so bad, and my torn up skin was screaming. My shoulder hurt like hell, and I wanted to cut my wing off it hurt so much. I felt the tears in my eyes. Every part of my brain wanted to keep running, but my body took over. My body was too uncared for to keep this up.

My running slowed as I collapsed to my knees. In that moment I wanted nothing but to lay down and sleep in the grass. It felt so nice and inviting. So soft and calm. The grass had never wronged me before, and it looked so comfy. The grass took up so much of my thoughts that I barely noticed the woman walking up to me.

I looked up at the woman from my kneeling position. She had fluffy white hair that remined my of sheep's wool, and a pirate's hat sitting snuggly on top. The rest of her outfit seemed to match the pirates hat. But what threw me through the biggest loop was the horns that sat on her head with the pirate's hat.

I could tell she was trying to talk to me. He mouth was moving, obviously making words, but I couldn't hear anything. I could only hear the ringing of the inside of my head. She looked so concerned. Why was she so worried about me. It occurred to me in that moment how horrid I must look. I've been beaten and starved for years and I've just ran nonstop for hours and I was surely covered in sweat and blood. I decided its best if I didn't know what I looked like.

The woman held out her hand and rested it on the side of my face in an attempt to comfort me. Needless to say, it worked. For the first time in twelve years, I had just experienced positive physical contact. I unconsciously leaned into her touch and sighed. I felt my body give out, and I promptly blacked out.

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A/N

hi so I wrote this like an hour before I have to go to a job interview lmao. Anyway I hope you liked it :D
If you have any suggestions for anything I'll take it. I still have no plan story wise lmao.

18/07/22

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