BANG.
Its 3am. Below the busy city streets, the murky water of the underground sewer splashes. If you were close enough, you could hear heavy breathing, and sense of fear. The concrete walls and floors, were especially dirty, due to age and passing litter that flowed in the stream.
BANG.
The sound echoed through the halls. Fumbling across the hallways, was a boy. He seemed to have some mutations. For example, he had a crumpled wing on his back, although it could not fly, it was effective for things such as swimming and gliding. On the boy's head was i tiny, broken red horn. He had jet black hair and was wearing a hospital uniform. The boy was constantly falling, but still ran to the nearest exit of the sewer drain. The boy was coming close to a large wall of cement that had a ladder attached to it. He saw the lamp posts radiant light beaming from above. As he ran, he took joy in these rays, they reminded him of an idea of a beautiful and wondrous life- outside the sewer. Number 45, the boy, who had never had a name, had lived in this depressing place for most of his life. He'd ran away from a hospital, about 10 years prior. In hopes of staying independent, he had climbed into the sewer drain. He stayed there, nearly starving, but none the less content. In the 8th year of his stay, he had decided to explore the more dangerous parts of his home. Most of it was the exact same thing as where he usually stayed. But then, he found a caved area of the hallway, that formed an almost square room. The wall was almost drenched in a dark and dry looking red color. The air, in the room was smooth and damper than most parts of the sewer. He decided to walk into the room.
