.To Save A Life.

To Save A Life -- Chapter One

Dark hair flowed freely behind a thin, quick figure. The figure was a boy. He was running through the woods, as fast as he could, considering his condition. "Condition" meaning the boy's health. That child in particular had asthma. He was incredibly thin, clad in a hospital gown. His eyes were clenched shut as he ran. He suddenly felt a sharp pain along his arm. His eyes widened. Golden irises. Said golden irises traveled to the source of the pain. A long, red line traveled from his wrist to his elbow.

No. 

He mouthed the words. His throat was much too dry to make his vocal cords be of use. He wanted to cry out in pain. He couldn't though. He knew he wouldn't be able to. If he did, they would surely find him. He didn't want to go back. He couldn't. They would run tests. Treat him like a lab rat.

He let out a slight sigh of relief. His feet had brought him to an open field. Just beyond, yellow lines, gray cement and odd, unknown transportation vehicles. Naturally, being in a secluded place his whole life, he'd never even seen a car. His innocent, unknowing eyes flcikered every other second. He was trying to take everything in. He held his head, eyes clenched shut, when it was too much. HIs eyes slowly opened as the previous headache receded. His brain began sending signals to his feet and he walked forward, towards the outside world.

To freedom.

The boy's freedom was short-lived, however. A loud, thundering noise echoed. His hands flew up to cover his ears. He soon felt pain shoot up his side. He looked for the source of the pain. His eyes were dull for a moment. Just a moment, before enlarging to the size of dinner plates.

Blood spattered outward, just a little, at first he thought he's only imagined it. The pain,. the blood, it was all a figment of his PTSD. But then, of course, it wasn't. Crap, crap, crap, crap. His thoughts raced.

Blood dripped down his side, his chest cramped. Getting shot...it wasn't like he had thought it would be. Pain wasn't his first thought. It wasn't his first feeling; it was all shock. Shock and force. The pressure made his jerk to one side, nearly knocking him over. He kept running. Field,car, it was all right there, just beyond his reach. Tears of frustration burned his eyes. He was so close! Now it was all over for him, he'd lost it before he'd even got to have it.

No.

He made up his mind right there, this is not the end for him. This would not break him. Drawing strength from his past, his fear, and his hopes, he ran forward. They would not catch him. He would escape.

Road smacked his bare feet. There were no more shots, of course, they couldn't go beyond the limits of the prison- couldn't risk the public seeing them chasing and shooting at a young boy.

He heard a noise, a whaling, screeching sound. The..the thing...car...was moving toward him. It was yellow. For a moment, he just stared, mesmerized, it was so new, so fast, he liked how it could be moved and controlled. He missed having control over something. For a moment his heart ached for a car. He wanted one so bad and he didn't even know what they were. He just wanted it. He wanted it more than anything on the planet.

Then it hit him and he decided he could live without one.