Yes, Darling. {Rewritten}

Prolouge

"Goodbye."

Emerald green eyes snapped open to the void of darkness, nothing could be seen in this area. Hands guided themselves, trying to find at least something to latch onto. The person owning those hands was a young boy, in his late teens. He couldn't see himself, but he felt that he was lanky and probably fragile looking. He felt his bones through his hand, and he frowned a little. He finally found something to latch onto, unsure what it was and unbothered to worry.

His heart was slamming into his chest, he thought he could hear it, but it wasn't beats he heard. The boy heard clicking, like a roller-coaster's train being pulled up to its high before being released. The clicking slowed, and the boy hugging what felt like a barrel felt apprehension, he felt the longing feeling for something to happen. He then began to relax, letting go of the barrels and inching back a little. He felt calm, like it was alright.

And in those moments, as soon as they happened, the cage or box the teen was in jerked, and he felt like he was being dropped for ages. Soon the pressure lifted and lights appeared, and he felt like he was being lifted. Red lights made his features visible to the scared green eyes of the boy. He looked at his hands, the constantly shifting lights made illusions to what was there and what wasn't. He looked like he had six fingers, then four, or maybe more. He tried to strain to see, but the box jerked and he ended up hitting himself. The box had stopped, the red lights turning green. He saw everything a little more clearly, he was alright. He had all his fingers and toes, or he thought he had all his toes. He could not see them under his shoes, but he wiggled them, hand on the top of his shoe, and felt each little toe.

Suddenly, the green lights faded and it went extremely dark. Metal joints whirred, and a stream of light poured in. The boy looked up at the light, moving his hand to cover the source of it from his face. He heard voices, blurs came into his view before they cleared to other boys and some girls, they were all peering in, curious. Slater realized he was being stared at and he backed up with huge eyes, until he hit the back wall. Hyperventilating, the green eyed boy got to his feet to try to escape the stares. A huge man jumped down into the box, medium length dark hair fell around his shoulders and in his icy blue eyes. The man leaned down to help the newcomer to his feet.

The man that jumped down had a bit of a scruffy face, ingrown hairs popped up here and there, accompanying an almost bushy beard. He was quite tall, and the clothes he wore were quite baggy. But he never seemed to care.

"What's your name?" The man asked the boy.

The Greenie hesitated, finally mustering a, "Slater."