I was trapped in what I later found out to be a facility, where they do tests on what they (guys in white) consider to be 'freaks' or 'monsters.'
I was tested on for what felt like years. I have scars that run deep, ones that won't entirely heal.
They cut me open, let it heal, and then do it all over again. My life is a living hell I can never wake up from.
They starved me and my clothes no longer fit me. My hair was still black and white, but looks more like a dirty gray.
I was curled up in a ball in the corner of my dirty cell. Well it was dirty because it's walls are covered in my blood.
I tried to escape a few times before, but they would always catch me. The punishment would then always be worse.
I lost hope years ago after I finally gave, and lost myself to my own suffocating insanity.
When the door would open; I just let them take me. No more fighting, and no more snarky comments.
The less you fight the less painful the experiments usually are.
Suddenly, the door to the small holding cell opened. A man in a white suit wearing black sunglasses walked in.
The guard dragged Danny out of the cell. Danny didn't fight, or swear.
"Freak, you should stick a knife up your shitless good for nothing ass. You amount to nothing you fuckin' peice of shit," the guard would tell me. Usually the words never bothered me but then something snapped.
I sucker punched the guy in the gut. The guy didn't expect it. He keeled over, but I wasn't finished. I pushed him to the ground.
Punched him until blood gushed from his head wound. I was going insane now, punching the man where it hurt the most.
Blood splattered everywhere, on my clothes, and the white walls- turning them red.
I was free, running through the halls trying to find the exit. Running for my life.
There were guards there, they saw me. There was fear in their eyes, he looked like a demon. With messy black and white hair full of blood.
His clothes tattered at shreaded, and an insane look in his eyes.
He tore the guards to pieces blood, biting, punching. Danny had just opend a can of high fiber ass whopping, with extra shit.
He walked over the lifeless and bloodied bodies of the guards. Walking throught the exit door, and into the cold fridges of winter.
The cold temperatures still bothered him but not as much, since he had an ice core.
Danny walked for hours on end.
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