Running Towards The Past ｜CountryHumans AU

Prologue

Have you ever gotten the feeling of doing something over and over again to the point of getting sick of it? Well, I have, but these guys seem to be doing fine with this as if they enjoy or are entertained by this.

"Bring C5 out."

And here we go, the daily check of my eyes after the dreadful breakfast, the massive headache, the chitter-chatter of the white-coats, being distributed back to my containment (and waving at a friend in another room, along with us mouthing quick phrases to each other with the very limited time we have) and one of the laboratory staff going in my room after a few hours as my vision darkens. Everything will become pitch black whenever they'd come in. And whenever they arrive, there's only one thing to do for me; hope that he didn't get such a bad day. The less they're in a bad mood, the quicker they'll spend their time hurting me. They're surely a sadist, I may not see them but I know they enjoy it, more than anyone else in this wicked place. They're surely a sadist, I'll make sure to let them experience the same in the future, you know, let that person have a taste of their own medicine. They seem like the boss of this place because I'm supposed to be kept at least a little healthy to be experimented on but no one seems to be stopping this guy. Though, for a boss, they seem to sound so young, as if they're just around 17 or 19. I expected bosses to be middle-aged or something.

But I'm just—

[Third Person POV]

-sick of it. He's so sick of this.

And he's going to put an end to it.

He's going to get himself and his friend out.

As he was being brought back to his room, a senseless smile crept up on his face, expecting to once again greet his friend. Other than looking forward to escaping this hell, he's also eager of seeing his fellow companion, even if it's just for a short while.

Yet the opposite happened; no familiar face was peeking out of the rectangular peek-hole of the door. That's strange, did they do something different to my eyes? She's okay, right? The Chinese thought, worried, he had to see for himself.

He struggled his way out from the two white-coats' grasp and dashed towards the entrance of his comrade's room, weirdly enough, it wasn't locked. China quickly looked around, no one was there and a small puddle of blood can be seen in the middle of the room.

What? What happened?

Before the two can get a hold of their subject, the Chinese turned to them, yelling as his voice broke a little.

"Where iS she?? What happened to her?!"

The staff went silent for a few seconds before the male white-coat decided to speak up, walking to him.

"Alright, let's go back to your containment," he said rather enthusiastically as if none of that just happened.

"No! I'm not coming back until you tell me what happened to her!" China took a step back.

The lad sighed sharply and forced a smile on his face (it was obvious he was pissed though.)

"Hey, C5, it's okay, she's okay! So why won't we bring you back to—"

"Yo. You can't just lie 'bout his friend, man." The lady white-coat interrupted.

"Friend?? They're bloody friends? But they don't even talk??"

"Skill issue, sharpen your observation skills, bro."

He scoffed, "skill issue? Why don't you escort him yourself, huh? You're the blame if he escaped."

"Okay, Mr.-can't-have-his-pride-hurt." She snickered and held China's arm who flinched a little, as they continued their way.

"So— what happened to her? Is she alright?" The Chinese quickly asked as soon as the other guy was out of sight.

She sighed and rubbed her nape, "well, I can't say she's alright. She just started coughing up blood, then soon started vomiting when we were bringing her to the infirmary. She's kind of in a 50-50 situation, but we're going to do our best to make sure she'll be alright, okay? Don't worry." The lady gave China a soft, reassuring smile as she opened the door, leading him inside.

"Everything's going to end well, C5, I promise you." She added, patting the slightly taller man on the head.

The Chinese were just lost for words, taken aback. He never expected that in this hell, there would be another good soul, a white-coat even!

"Oh! Right. Today, just- relax. Boss won't be here for today so just- make use of this time to relax, maybe plot an escape or something." She laughed as she joked, closing the door.

Am I dreaming? The jerk's not going to be here today? That's great. He thought, looking around. 

That lady white-coat... I never thought I'd meet anyone like that here. The thing she said earlier though...

Make use of my time to plan an escape.

How tho? I've already thought of multiple ways to get out, but I never got to put them into action, plus...

It's not like I can just walk out of this door—

[click]

What?

She left it unlocked?

—

And here we go; a prologue! Updates will be slow since I have many other things to take care of but I'll do my best, dearies! Headcannons of mine have changed throughout my time in the CH fandom so there's going to be a big difference from the last discontinued book.

Anyways, yeah! Stay safe, healthy and positive y'all! This is your local cringy Filipino, signing out~