Inhumane

Chapter 5

Yo-kun is back from the " gym " he's all scratched up  and his wrist is broken.

" Yo-kun you're hurt! "

" It's fine, you worry to much. "

" What was the test for? "

" I had to execute some guy who was sentenced to death from some
Prison. It was also a way for them to test my new strength out on my arms. Obviously it didn't really work out well. "

" Please be more careful from now you can get badly hurt! "

He stares at me with his pale blue iced white eyes and pats my head.

" I'll try. "

~

I wake up with tears coming out of my eyes. Lately I've been having a lot of dreams about my past. Dreams about things I wish I can forget. Dreams about him.

Yo-kun was five when he first killed someone in H.M.E. The  people he killed were people that were sentenced to death in prison, people in the facility secretly took in the prisoners inside the facility and were sent to a room called the " gym " the room is covered with white tile, inside there's ropes, chains tied to balls, and another bunch of harmful equipment. I've only been there once and it's something I forever want to erase from my mind.

I remember one day I went to the "gym" to get Yo-kun if his test was done, the facility use to have them kill animals for their tests but from some reason they thought testing the testing subjects strength on executed prisoners sounded better.

I went in and blood was everywhere, there was a pile of dead bodies in the center of the room, limbs were scattered on the floor, there was
at least seven people in there and they were all crying, they were forced to kill people, and they felt guilty. They called themselves monsters. I felt sad for them.
I was never assigned to these kinds of tests  that Yo-kun had to take but I understood how they felt, they want out of this place, they want to be free.
While everyone else  was crying and hugging each other I see Yo-kun sitting in the corner of the room,  his hands are covered with blood and I run to him.

" Are you okay?! "

" It's about time you got here, let's go. "

He gets up and I realized his left elbow was  bruised

" what happened to your elbow?! " I shriek

" Oh. One of them tried to break free from my grasp but as you can see she didn't succeed. "

He points over the other side of the room and I see the head of the woman he killed. I was petrified.

" I really don't see why these people are crying over such a small thing like this. It's pathetic, killing people is part of life isn't it? "

He looks over the other people and scoffs and walks back to our cell and I try to catch up with him.

~

3 months has passed since school started and I've been thinking so much about him since.

I miss him.

I wonder if he even misses me, or even thinks about me actually. I was always the one who gave him my full attention, he took those  experiments very seriously when I was with him.
But I wonder why.

I want to see him again.

I wanna see how he is right now, what he's been up to, if he's changed over the years, is he even alive?  Did he get transferred like me?
I want to know.

The thought kills me that I don't know.
I shake my head to get the thoughts out of my head and climb out of bed and head to my dresser and pick out my clothes, it's the 1st of November and its starting to get cold outside so I put on a tank  top with a cardigan, denim skinny jeans and cute brown  boots. After that I walk up to the mirror and brush my hair, Many girls at school are jealous of my  long blonde wavy hair and I'm not even sure why. I mean it's just hair after all. But I'm glad they like my hair.

~

I pull out out my phone from my pocket and its 9:02 a.m. Geoscience Is my second period and today we are taking a pre test for the 2nd quarter of the first semester for school. When it comes to quarter tests I get frustrated sometimes, I just want to get A's in them but I end getting C's on them. It's very frustrating .While I'm getting out my pencil from my bag a man comes inside our class and hands my teacher, Mr. Redonco a packet of papers. The man is dressed very weird. He's wearing  a very dark suit  and has black leather gloves on. His outfit makes no sense.
Mr. Redonco pulls the man close to have a private small talk .Me and the class got quiet to try and see what they are talking about. As soon as the class quieted down their conversation ended and the man left the classroom.
Few seconds later we hear a noise that sounds like chains being unraveled. Few seconds later it stops. The man comes back again but this time with a tall boy.

Everyone stares at them with their mouths dropped and eyes widened.
I did the same.

The boy looks like he would be at least six feet tall, , he's wearing ripped skinny jeans, fresh pair of black converse, and a black v-neck shirt, his arms are covered with fresh cuts and bruises and scars along with his neck and anywhere visible, he's loaded with piercings, his ears are heavily pierced along with his, nose,lips, and eyebrows, he has somewhat long jet black hair, and his eyes are pitch black.

How weird.

Everyone gave him the cold shoulder but he didn't seem to care about them and walked up to Mr. Redonco and handed him his schedule for him to sign.

" Hi welcome to our class! Please have a seat in the back of the class! "
He says cheerfully but he's shaking.

The boy doesn't say anything and walks to the back of the class and slams into his seat.

Who is this kid?

" Alright class! Work on textbooks today in chapter six!  Answer question one through twelve. "

As everyone opens their books I can hear them talking about the new boy. What they're saying is hurtful. I really hate people who judge people before they know them.
I turn around to see if he's going to participate on doing work, I look and he's staring at me.

Why is he staring at me? How long has been staring at me?

He's still staring at me. It's very awkward so I break the awkwardness right away and turn back around and try to do my work.

He somehow looks familiar.

I turn back around to be sure I don't know this guy and he's still staring at me!

What's with this guy?