Finding His Light

Chapter Two: It's Always Dark

Chapter Two: It's Always Dark

-Stein's Pov-

        It was cold, so very cold. Snow had fallen upon the ground, covering it in a blanket of frost. I tried to run, but only stumbled. I knew they were close, but my legs refused to move. Hot tears fell in salty streams down my cheeks. Then...

-Narrator-

        Stein shot up in bed, his breathing ragged. He brought a hand up to his eyes, rubbing them. He gripped the thin sheet that lay beneath him between his fingers. His heart was speeding, pounding in his chest. It hurt so badly.

        The creaking of metal on metal caught his attention. He turned his head to gaze at the door. A man in a white lab coat had stepped through it. The coat was splattered with small red stains.

        "Blood," Stein thought.

        The man that stood before Stein was new. He was a thin man with light brown eyes and thick black hair. A somewhat soft smile slipped onto his lips as he spoke Stein's name. The man looked to be only a few years older than Stein.

        "Are you Mr. Franken Stein?" the man questioned.

        Stein knew in a sense what was going on. It was time for his medication. He simply nodded, watching the man pull a small syringe out of his lab coat. Then, the man walked towards him, extending his hand.

        "Your arm," he said.

        Stein slowly raised his arm, letting the man take it. He seemed to be more patient than the others. He didn't yank, or jerk Stein's arm. He simply took it into his rough hand, and injected the black liquid.

        Stein instantly felt sick. He began shaking and his vision doubled. The doctor had given him something new. He looked up at the man in fear, as he released his this. The man's smile was different. It seemed almost sad, almost apologetic. That was very odd.

        Stein gazed at him until he could no longer do so. At that point, he'd collapsed onto the steel bed beneath him. That night, Stein dreamt of his mother and his father. They were sadistic dreams. Dreams in which he murdered them.

        When he awoke, he was no longer in his cell. Instead, he lay hooked up to a large machine. Bright lights stung his eyes.

        "Ah, so you're finally awake," a deep voice chuckled.

        "Where am I?" Stein questioned. 

        If Stein hadn't been disoriented he would've sneered the question, however, that wasn't the case. The man gave him a thoughtful look before replying. 

        "I don't believe I'm obligated to answer your questions."

        "I suppose not," Stein grumbled. 

        "I apologize if you feel uncomfortable. However, this is for your own good. We need to record your progress," the man said. 

        "My progress?" Stein questioned.

        The man gave him a strange look and tapped his fingers on the clipboard he was holding.

        "On your...special ability, Franken," he clarified.

        It was odd that he'd called Stein by his name. And even stranger that he referred to Stein's defect as his "special ability."

        "Why didn't you just check me normally?" he questioned.

        "The normal way?"

        "Yes, you know, with the normal serum and in the normal room."

        "Ah, yes. Well, simply because it would be harder for you to escape in the normal room," the man said, shrugging.

        "Excuse me? I think the serum you gave me is making me delusional," Stein said.

        "No, you heard correctly. I'm going to let you escape. You can go now," he assured Stein, as he released him from his bounds.

        Stein slowly rose from the bed to his feet. He looked at the man and then headed to the door. Gripping it in within his hand, he pulled it open. The first thing he noticed was the trails of blood running down the hallway. He stumbled back a few steps, bringing his hand to his mouth.

        "What's wrong, Franken? This is your chance, go," the man that stood behind him chuckled.

        "Did...did you do this?" Stein asked, gesturing to the hallway.

        "Indeed I did. It was a necessary evil, Franken. I promised I would save you," he said, with a smad smile.

        Stein couldn't understand his what he was saying. The man promised to save him? Who had he promised? Stein couldn't remember. Stein opened his mouth to speak, but the man spoke first.

        "No, Franken. Don't speak, just go. I'll cover your escape."

        "I...I don't know the way out," Stein stammered.

        A perplexed look crossed the mans face. He stepped closer to Stein and took his arm.

        "I should've known. I'll take you to the exit, but we must hurry," he stressed.

        He pulled Stein into the hallway and started sprinting. The blood that was near the door ran in streaks along the floor and splatters along the walls. The sight made Stein feel uneasy. But, he felt even more uneasy when he realized that some part of him liked the way the red looked on the white walls. A shiver ran through him at that thought and he felt like screaming. After what seemed like forever, the man ceased to move.

        "Theirs the door, Franken!" He shouted.

        He continued to pull Stein, but both of them were yanked backwards. The man grunted as he was flung to the ground. Stein was ripped from his grip. The man looked up to see Stein pinned to the wall by a large guard. The man quickly got to his feet and rushed towards the gaurd, knocking into him.

        The three of them fell to the ground, the guards grip slipping from Stein. The man slammed the guards head against the floor before gripping Steins hand, pulling him to his feet again. He then pulled him quickly to the entrance. The man pulled off his lab coat and handed it to Stein.

        "Put that on, it'll help cover your prisoner clothing. I'm going to go to the desk and press the emergency button. Once I do, run as fast as you can. Don't look back," the man commanded before pulling Stein into an embrace.

        He then shoved Stein through the doors and into the outside. As he did so he whispered five quiet words to Stein.

        "I always did love you."

        The last thing Stein had seen before the doors closed was mans face. It held a strange expression, it was one of sadness and happiness. The cold air chilled over his skin, making him shiver. Stein had not been outside in years, he loved the fresh air. But he had to escape, so there was no time to enjoy it.

        He sprinted forward, leaving the facility behind him. He was running into the darkness, but away from the source of everything dark.

A/N: I am sooo sorry I took so long to update. I hope you like the new chapter. I think it may be a little messy, but hopefully enjoyable. Please tell me what you think! And please vote!

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