Rabbit Hole

Rabbit Hole- Prologue

The smell of gunpowder hung thick in the air. He covered his mouth and coughed, if anyone heard him that would cause trouble. Actually, that would be his death. The sound of the siren and the blinding red light that flashed was the only thing that kept him going. It was far too late to turn back now.

The dirt had collected on his deathly pale face and turned him a satisfying tan.

Any other time he would've laughed at this, he was neat freak and now he was covered in dirt. He shook his head and moved to hide behind a pillar, his eager little brother scurried behind him.

"Where are we going?" As soon as the words escaped the little boy's mouth he harshly clapped his hand over it.

"Shush!" He whispered yelled at his little brother. Any other day he couldn't stand to be so hard on the little guy, but they had to leave this place and he couldn't afford to get them caught. Then his poor brother would become just like him, that was the last thing he wanted.

He picked up the small boy and ran down each hall at an unnatural speed, dodging the gunshots and the guards trying to tackle him. How long has it been? A few weeks and he was already like this. Nothing but a machine.

Eventually one of the bullets hit him, but thankfully it only reached the metallic exo-skin they had added to his skin. But still, the impact rang throughout his entire body and he dropped his little brother trying not to fall. He cursed and spun around in time to catch the next bullet that was flying towards his face.

The guard that had shot the bullets gulped, but continued to point the gun at the twelve year old boy.

"C'mon Number 3457" the guard's voice was barely audible over the siren.

Though Number 3457 refused to listen to him and instead backed up. His brother clung unto his leg, shaking and crying as the guards surrounded them.

"You can't run away!", one of the guards shouted. "We need you!"

Needed him? They wanted to use him.

"C'mon kids, let's get you back to your rooms."

Rooms? He meant cells.

Number 3457 shook his head fiercely and grabbed hold of his brother's hand; he looked for an opening in the circle of guards.

There was none, he'd have to use force.

The boy flung himself at the weakest looking of the bunch. The guard was knocked down easily, as he was being pushed over he tried to grab hold of his weapon.

3457 took the gun out of his hands and hit him on the head with the back of it.

Ignoring the shouts and sounds of struggle the boy took off again, practically dragging his brother along with him.

"Big brother! You're hurting me." He turned briefly to look back at his kid brother. That's when he noticed something horrible. His human hand, now looked like it was made out of metal. He pulled his hand away from his brother's arm, seeing the child's arm was now bloody and raw,

Had he done this to him? How could that be? He shook his head and backed away from the child who was holding back tears.

He'd hurt his own brother in selfish attempts to escape. What kind of person would do that?

"I-I'm sorry Keiran, I'll...."

But his train of thought was cut off but pounding footsteps and shouts. He let out a frustrated sigh that later turned into a scream. Why was this happening to him? This was all his mothers fault.

He continued to back away, glancing at the sewage pipe that wasn't to far away. He could still escape.

Number 3457 smiled, this was it! Freedom.

He looked back to wave his brother over.

"Keiran! Com--"

The little boy struggled in the arms of a big beefy guard. Number 3457 cringed, already? They had been caught so close to freedom?

He looked back at the sewage pipe, it was right in front of him. It would take the fat ass guard at least nine steps to get over here. He still had a chance.

Without a second glance at his brother or the guards, he held his breathe and went down the rabbit hole.

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