They say I was born running, I was 14 when I tried to escape the institute, jumped over the wall and run for the hills, they came for me like a pack of wolves on a piece of raw meat.
Barbed the fences, modernised the institute. We were like animals in a cage.
5687 children. That was the number of children that were living in this prison, how many demons, witches and warlocks traded their children for the art of science, forced us to train under the wing of the shadow hunters, we must kill what we fear, until fear itself has been slain.
43 children. That was the number of children killed each month by their ‘tests’ poking and prodding us, we were human guinea pigs, they were trying to create the perfect army, the perfect warrior to conquer the whole of Pangaea.
Life here was rough but I had a bed and a substance unworthy of the name food.
But I was warm, until one day I rounded up the only friends, the few people I had in this cold miserable world. The only ones I am able to confide in, another weakness I am ashamed to admit, the feeling of emotions, of fear, pain, sorrow, anger, blind rage that burns as hot as the fires of hell and lastly my favourite emotion, cold bare nothing ness the numb feeling that slips into the bleak depths of my soul.
We are all waiting to be free from the shackles that bound us to the cold dreary existence.
One night, they were training me late on the treadmill, I had ran for 5 hours, my lungs burned, my legs screamed begging me to stop, but I ran on, stopping was not an option I had already been burnt several times with that cursed Taser, it hurt to run, I struggled to breathe, but they continued to push, push harder and harder speed the machine up faster and faster, tears raced down my face, blurring my vision as I ran, weakness, always that irritating, foolish, unnecessary weakness. I misjudged the next step and slammed face first into the treadmill and collided into the wall.
That’s when I snapped and I snapped hard. I jumped to my feet and over the treadmill, I ceased the man’s Taser I felt like a rogue acrobat swinging and flying through the air, I landed hard on the man with the white coat, I used it with lethal force jamming it into his neck, legs, arms and finally head, I kept it there holding onto it, he screamed spasming, his eyes rolling back into his head showing the whites in his eyes.
My heart was beating and I could see the world through a ruby red haze, I ran head fast into the second scientist in the room before she could raise the alarm, I landed on the woman, she was a mystique demon with scales for armour and blue from head to toe, I wrapped my hands around her neck squeezing hard, her scales piercing my skin, but I squeezed harder, ignoring the excruciating pain that I was in, finally her neck broke, the bones had pierced her wind pipe, she gurgled, her blood splattered my top and began to eat away at it like corrosive dark blue ink.
Finally the red haze lifted and I was numb with shock. I raced out of the room trembling and shaking. I ran straight for Sebastian’s room, he would be angry and tough but it was what I deserved, he would know what to do, he was harsh but level headed, that was what made him a great leader.
I ran down the hall way, it was slightly dimmer down here where the boys slept.
Room 2301 that was where the boys slept I walked straight into the room towards the guard a lycanthrope, werewolf, a child of the moon as they were known.
I crept behind him, he was fast asleep holding the gun as if it were a pillow, I gripped his head and pulled with all my might separating the head from the spine.
I slowly removed the gun from his hand and tucked it into my belt. I was breathless as I moved towards Sebastian’s bed; I sniffed as I inched towards him.
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Road Runners
JugendliteraturYou had to kill, they had to die, you slit their throats, yet wondered why. The gifted saint, that you once knew, is lying dead, infront of you. And as you watch, wounded retreat, listen to his slow heart beat. The valient soldier, you just slayed, ...
