Three tasks. (NovaHD)

Part 8.

This is the longest chapter i have made and it's because i won't be able to write in the near future (Lets say a month or two) and there was a LOT to explain and a LOT of different ways to do it so i had to rush through it to make it happen, and  not falling out from my storyline by doing so, so u guys could have at least ANOTHER cliffhanger to hope for. (even though if you payed attention u know what happens next ;v ) Okay enjoy! 

My greatest moments as a child were spent with him.

My greatest memories were made with him.

My greatest and first real friendship was with him.

My greatest experience in pure and innocent love towards someone was with him.

My greatest day was him smiling when I told him that.

My only great regret... Was to leave him.

The first few days were strange.

We were still knowing each other and he didn't know a lot of the things I did. Not that it would have make us dislike or not talk to the other, it was more of the other way around.

We just wanted to know more and more.

He pestered me with questions, sometimes I was able to answer, others... not exactly.

He was interested in the place he himself called hell, and I was beyond stupefied that out there in the world was a little kid as brave and bold as him. Not scared of anything, easy going, and tough headed person like him.

With time we ignored the elephant in the room and just enjoyed each other's company. He would tell me what a frustration was like been in the labs and how confusing all of it is. Not ignoring the fact that he was the rebel of this gigantic place and was punished regularly. I told him about my parents. How they hate it here and how they hide it, not very well, from him. How I came to know so much about the facilities, how I came to know him.

We would never try to enter the building. It was a risk neither of us wanted to take if it meant lose the other. So we stuck with the forest. Making it our personal playground. I wouldn't go back till morning when my guardians would wake for another day of work in the hell-hole.

Days went faster than we wished. And each day my feelings of protectiveness over him grew more and more. Becoming slowly into something that I didn't think it existed. So when I told him this and he responded with the same answer it flipped my whole world.

It was a childish kind of love, but a strong one that would only grow more passing each year. I knew it. I still have them after all.

To think that if it wasn't for me getting lost in the outskirts of the fences after a guard was alerted by one of the dogs in that perimeter, surrounded by tall trees, at night and scared to the core, I wouldn't be able to find the boy.

Relief would be an understatement when I saw the same kid that was strapped to the hospital bed with a bunch of tubes and needles all over his tiny body being well and running, actually trying to escape, it even froze me to think that they would be able to catch him if I didn't help in anyway at that moment, but the boy simply stopped and slumped on that clear, as if knowing that fate wouldn't let him go so easily from there so he was just enjoying all the short, almost to nothing, time of freedom that he could absorb, it was devastating to say the least.

He told me his name... A.

"That's not a name." I said with sincere intrigue and confusion which he took to heart. "Why would they name you with a letter?"