Subject 157X2Z

Chapter two- Freedom

Once he burst out of the doors, the cold night air hit him. He looked down to see what he was wearing. A gray V-neck shirt and black cotton pants but no shoes.

He was running to fast that he tripped over a rock and fell to the ground. He groaned but went silent again. Tilting his head to the side, he heard footsteps running towards him; fast but quiet. Great. Just dandy.

The boy stood up and ran faster. Often the branches of miniature trees or bushes made scratches on his skin but nothing too serious.

He just kept running. Seriously? What else could he do? If he stopped now, those damn guards would capture him and drag him back to that laboratory. There was no way he was going back to that hellhole.

He rather die than go back.

But the more he kept running, the more he grew tired. No matter how exhausted he was, he kept going.

Once the footsteps of the guards faded away, he came to a stop next to a lake. He looked down at the water and saw his reflection.

His curly, chocolate brown hair was messy and had twigs and leaves in it. His sea-green eyes were wild and unusually bright. His skin was sickly pale and was covered black and purple bruises and scratches. In other words: he looked horrible.

He looked around and took in his surroundings. There were trees and bushes everywhere, dirt, leaves, and twigs covered the entire ground, and the sky was black and completely covered in stars.

His whole body went rigid when he heard a faint snap. Oh great. The guards are almost here. He was able to hear their faint footsteps, their heartbeat, and their breathing.

Because of his super powers, he had enhanced hearing, enhanced eyesight, super speed, and super strength.

He looked around to see if there was a way to get out of here without getting caught. Getting caught meant going back to the laboratory. No way in hell was he going to let that happen.

Soon his eyes landed on a cliff not that far away from him. Once he reached the cliff, he saw it was at least 30 feet of the ground. He closed his eyes and concentrated.

Soon, the ground started to rumble and gigantic pillars of earth rose from the ground. The boy smirked. Perfect.

He stepped on the first pillar and started to walk, using the pillars as stairs. Once he set his feet to the ground, he started to run again with the pillars crumbling to dust.

As he kept running, the rest of his memories came back. Like the day he met Luke, his birthdays, his vacations, everything.

Just thinking about Luke made him want to break down and cry. It was his fault that Luke was dead. If Luke hadn't taken that bullet for him, he would've been alive.

As he kept running, he saw a faint street light not that far away. At least 1 or 2 miles away from where he was. But when he was almost there, he felt a sharp pain in the back his head and went down to the ground again.

A sharp pain shot through his body and he groaned. The pain kept getting worse and worse and and his vision was starting to get extremely fuzzy.

The last thing that he saw before he blacked out was a handsome Italian boy with curly black hair, dark chocolate brown eyes, and smooth olive skin looking down at him with confusion and concern.

And the last thing that he heard was,

"Oh my god. Are you alright?"