Perfect Human Project

Only Human

"He doesn't talk."

I hear the gentle whisper threw the whooshing of the floating machinery against the nights breath. The train pushing against the nights breath with graceful ease. My spine was glued to train carts corner, my arms caressing me for the past hour, as we race out the state, unknowingly.  In honesty, I was lost in a sea of Numbness and disbelief. Though my vision was directed toward the boy across from me, that the soft voice referred to.

His skin was as grey-white like clouds before storm, giving his blue eyes a fierce, radiant effect. His hair, a bit brighter then his skin, though the similar colour, spilled down to his keen nose. His facial features looked as if someone carved him out of white marble. Sharp. He was fairly lean and long.

And he's been staring at me, locking me in place with his gaze, since he perched in that cornor.

Because of him and his friend are the reason I can let myself breathe now and  feel the hands of terror lessen on me.

A small hand hesitantly touched my shoulder, causing me my body to flinch. My eyes rise to meet the sincere, baby face of the boy who orchestrated our lucky escape; the same boy I was told to hurt. His lips curve to a bitter sweet smile, his eyes squinting a bit, as he slides down next to me. He let out a shaky breath and joined me at looking out the window, watching the world fly by.

After an eternity of silence, the boy positions himself Indian style next to me and for a second just drinks me in. And I do the same.  Noticing how young he looked, with his freckled cheeks, loopy grin and perky voice. But inside, he was incredibly intelligent.

"What's your name?" He finally pipes, shocking me. I didn't really know how to respond, so I ended up telling him the experiment number the scientists listed me as. Only to be cut off.

"No. Your real name. Your new name." Now I was completely lost, and my blank stare seemed to secretly tell the boy that.

"We aren't theirs anymore. You can be someone, and you deserve a beautiful name." His voice wondering off, his eyes glued to mine. When his eyes rip from mine and wonder down to my wrists he sees the permit burn marks inscribed in them and I instantly tug down my scrubs to hide them. His eyes look like they were going to explode with tears the moment he saw them.

"They won't hurt you anymore. We'll be safe now." He murmurs, as he watches the pale boys shoulders rise, as he hugs himself to sleep near the cargo.

Then, to my surprise he, ever so gently, grasped my palm, twisting my scrubs from my bunched up fingers and sliding the fabric above my burns. Though my eyes are glued to his pained face the entire time, as a tear slithers down his cheek.

"I'm sorry." He mumbles threw his silent tears, his thumb centimeters above the burns.

"Ari. I'm going to call you Ari." And with that he covers my wrists, and leans against the metal, closing his eyes.

I remember the bits of languages I was taught before my Punishment, and tears sprang to my eyes as he said my name. Ari meant brave in Armenian. And all this time I felt nothing but lost and scared deep down inside.

The trains lights dimmed, as night already covered the sky, the hum of the train luring me to sleep. My head ended up resting on the boys, after a long period of silence. The temptation to sleep became almost impossible.

"What happens to us now?" I ask, my curiosity and worry escalating. All three of us thought we would never make it out, but we did. We were safe for now, but for how long?

"I don't know, Ari." He finally answers, his breathing slowing and I can almost hear the gears in his head turn.

"But I know one thing, we need to go far away and hide. Forever." His voice is saddened yet again, a tear falling on the top of my head.

"Don't leave me, Tate." He smiles to his new name and brings me closer to him, for a spilt second I see a unknown emotion cross his eyes but it leaves as fast as it comes. His arm loosing as slumber begins to take a hold of him.

"I won't." He mumbles half asleep. His words giving me some strange comfort. "We'll come back."

Before I can stress, or ask Tate what he meant, my eyelids close and I'm trapped in Slumber's darkness.

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I did alot of research for this and i have great new ideas to build on my charracters bare with me. So many different ideas for so many books, so little time. Hope u enjoyed the chapter, comment vote with honesty.

~kiks