Mandela Catalogue REQUESTS (COMPLETE) (PART 1)

Adam X Runaway Child Reader (PLATONIC duh) (Fluff/Angst) (PART 1)

Requested by gojifan2006 on WATTPAD, another one of my unique request! :D (I'm sorry I kept you waiting for so long, I still have 20 ish requests to do after this one lol)

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Shouts and clamors could be heard, echoing across the Mandela County. 

[Name] was scared for their life, but they ran and ran, with all the strength they could muster, away from... from the bad people.

[Name] may only be a child, but they knew why they were being chased down. They were being a bad child, and they were running away from the bad people because they escaped. [Name] never liked the laboratory anyway, the people there and their Savior always hurt them badly. They kept running, weaving through unfamiliar streets to get away from the vans that chased [Name] down, guns in hand. 

[Name] did their best to not scream in fear when they heard loud gunshots, and bullets ricocheting behind the walls and the floor they once stood just a moment ago. Their ears ran and their bare feet bled from running for so long on gravel, but they knew to not stop anyway.

They never understood what their purpose was back in the lab, as an experiment.

But did it matter?

No.

Freedom came first, [Name]'s friend, Cesar, always said. Even in front of death's doorsteps, they were to run away for the remembrance of names and identity were more important than their own life. And perhaps that is why, when Cesar and [Name] were running away together and had shot Cesar down, he stood there for a moment as [Name] screamed. He bled blue blood, he wasn't human, but did it matter? He was a child just like [Name], a victim of the Savior's experiments, a being with sentience and with the will to be free. He smiled only kindly at [Name] and whispered his last words before he fell and his breath no longer shifted.

"Remember me, [Name]... now go run and be free."

Cesar was always the wisest and the most elderly, and was the only one able to properly communicate, despite his age... He was such a kind boy, brown eyes and brown hair with tanned skin, and a round and kind face. 

Cesar. [Name]'s beloved friend, never to be forgotten.

[Name] snapped out of their daze as they saw three people walking down the streets, chatting together. They stopped in surprise when they ran to them, sobbing. One was a blonde man, the other a tan skinned silver haired man, and the last a female with brown bangs and long hair. They all looked relatively young, not as beautiful as the Savior, who had flowing golden locks and unkind ice blue eyes, but they shone more brighter in the eyes of [Name], kind and warm and [Name]'s true potential saviors. 

[Name] tugged on the blonde's sleeve, sobbing and eyes begging, as they pointed behind them, trying to gain help and away from the bad men that chased them down. The blonde, looking surprised and seeing the fatigue in the child's face, and their bleeding bare feet, and their experiment clothes, says something to the rest.

"We have to save them!"

"Bro, what if they're an alternate and they're trying to fool us?" the silver haired responded.

"We'll figure that out later," the woman nodded. 

"Thanks babe," the blonde replied gratefully to the woman, and lifted [Name] up in his arms and cradled them. "Let's take them to our van."

The trio rushed [Name] to a white van, in contrast to the black vans that towered over [Name] and that chased after them. After quickly opening the door, they quickly hid the child and pretended that nothing happened, even lighting up some white sticks that they put into their mouths.