Subject 306: L.S.

Chapter 2

Louis;

Once he roughly placed me on the table strapping me down, it reminded me of something I should've remembered;

He's the Scientist I'm his Lab Rat.
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Louis;

I'm once again sitting lonesome in the dark.

You must be wondering what happened while you were away doing god knows what.

Well Henry Stiles or whatever his stupid name is got released before he started whatever he was going to do to me.

Thank God...No wait, thank goodness, he was never there for me when I needed him most.

I used to be religious when I first got here, but I gave up on religion after the first year or two, it wasn't helping me one bit praying to him. After all, he is one of 5000 gods known to mankind; how could I know I'm praying to the right one?

Anywho, they threw me back into this dirty cell about 5 days ago, but I think im healing well, I just have yellowish bruises all over my ribcage, and I've only passed out twice which is great, considering I can be in a coma from 1-3 days.

I heard whispers about us starting to work around the area for the scientists, and about concentration camps, which I think is school, WHICH IS AMAZING.

I fully support this idea, I really want to go to concentration camp, I mean I may be smart for my age and being locked up here, but I really want to learn more.

*intercom*

"ALL subjects make your way to the dining hall, I repeat ALL subjects, carry on"

Dining hall?

I think they mean the slob line, where they serve us scraps and bones.

I stand up and limp towards the door, trying my best to peer through the tiny hole, waiting for someone to let me out.

As I look around with my eye, the door is suddenly pushed open, causing to me to tumble backwards landing on my bum.

"Ow" I groan as I look up at those green eyes once more, I quickly frown as I stand up and brush past him as I hurriedly make my way to the "Dining Hall".

That guys not only a jerk but a creep too! Where ever I am he's sure to follow.

I shake my head as I bump into what seems like a wall, but I heard it mutter an "ouch". Nope not a wall.

I quickly mutter a sorry thinking it's an officer, but no he's wearing an uniform just like mines, and his eyes were a darkish blue, fierce yet comforting.

"No it's my fault should've been paying attention" he gave me a cheeky grin.

"Don't worry about it" I could feel my cheeks warming up, but I didn't care, I felt an attraction to him.

"Walk with me?" He asked as he held his hand out.

"Sure" I softly grasped his calloused hand as he led the way.

"What's your name?" I ask as we continue to walk down the narrow hall.

"Niall" I could see him smiling as I looked up at his eyes,"Yours?"

"Louis, but you can call me Lou for short"

"Will do Lou...hey that rhymes" he chuckled squeezing my hand before letting go.

I frowned as I looked up at his gaze focused straight ahead at the sign,"Dining Hall"

"Why'd you let go?" I asked confused.

"Someone's watching us" he whispered softly.

My heart stopped as I slowly turned my head and was met with those damn eyes watching me once more.

I gave him the bird, but quickly regretted it as he frowned and pulled out his Walkie Talkie.

"Niall, how about you go ahead, I'll meet you at one of the tables" I smile as I wave him off.

He slowly nods and entered the room.

I looked back over my shoulder, and he was gone.

To say I was relieved would be an understatement, so I shrugged it off and opened the doors, running out to see if I could find Niall.

As I looked around I noticed that there was no dining hall, that this was outside.

There was no grass.

No trees.

Just dirt and wire fences laced with barb wire.

I quickly made my way through a crowd of people before I stopped someone to ask them what was going on, and to my horror...I learned the true meaning behind the concentration camp.

We weren't going to eat.

We weren't going to learn.

We were going to work.

And if we're lucky.

We'd have time to head to the shower.

That is if we're lucky.

I tried to look for Niall everywhere until my eyes layed apon a blonde laying on the gravel ground in a bloody mess, with a brunette viciously beating him with a baton.

It was Niall on the ground.

I ran as fast as I could to Niall and tried to pry the guy off of him, which worked to no avail.

For I got slapped roughly, his nails digging into my cheek.

I felt liquid running down my cheek.

I didn't know if it was tears or blood, but I soon found out when he shoved me on the ground and started kicking me too.

It was blood.

And like that blood;

I fell hard into the soil.

And with the kick in the face I was out.

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Could it be Harry who slapped him, or could it be some other mysterious person?

Why would harry hurt him?