Finding His Light

Chapter Four: Where Am I?

Chapter Four: Where Am I?

A/N: So, the photo on the right is Mira, obviously. This is late lol but still.

        Stein woke up feeling very dizzy. He had no clue what was going on, however, he felt very strange. He was lying on his stomach, face down. It felt as if he were laying on something soft, something comfortable. He also felt warm, a feeling he never felt in his small metal room. He had always woken up chilled nearly to death. He didn't try to move, though, He simply lay still, enjoying the warmth he felt. That was when he remembered the events of the past few nights. 

        Several days ago he had escaped from the asylum. 

~The Events of Several prior to this point in time~

        Stein needed to move quickly, he could hear the guards from the asylum running after him. He had reached a dense forest, filled with who knows what. He had no choice but to go through it. If he kept moving on the road that lead to the nearest city, he would be a goner. The guards would capture him. He could hear them yelling to each other in the distance. He wasn't paying attention to what was in front of him.

        Before he could stop himself, he slammed into something hard. He fell back onto his bottom, looking up, he saw a disfigured beast. He took a deep jagged breath, attempting to scoot away from the monster. However, the beast reached it's large bony hand out and snatched Stein up by the head. He nearly shrieked from the utter terror and the pain. The creature was so ugly, so ghastly that Stein wanted to look away, but it's glowing eyes stunned him. He could only look into the redness of the orbs.

        Before he knew it, Stein was being lifted from the ground and brought closer to the it's body. Just as the distance between him and the monster was about to be closed, Stein's arm shot out as a defence mechanism. His palm connected with the beast's chest and something odd happened. Stein felt a surge of energy rip through his arm and into the creature, causing it to backlash and fall to the ground. It's grip on Stein went limp, causing him to fall to the ground as well.

        When the creature did not get up, Stein did. He got to his feet and made a run for it. It seemed like days before he reached the end of the forest, but when he finally had, he was blinded by the city lights in the night sky. He could see the shine behind the barbed wire fence. That was where he needed to be, inside of that fence, inside of that city. He could hide there. Stein started to search for an entrance.

        He did not find one, however, he did find a tear in the fencing. He crouched and squeezed himself through. And, to he disadvantage, he was not unscathed. He had acquired a wound to his shoulder. It bled badly but Stein knew not where to go. He couldn't go to a hospital, he had no proof of ID. Besides that, he was still wearing his asylum uniform underneath of the lab coat.

        So, he'd decided to find somewhere that would shield him from the eyes of the citizens. He hid in an alley overlaid with darkness.

~Present~

        Stein couldn't help but wonder if he had actually died. It didn't feel as though he was dead, however, it felt too nice for him to be alive. He hadn't felt as nice as he was in a long time. All he knew was dark, cold rooms with steel beds and paper thin blankets. Taking a deep breath, he placed both of his palms against the object that he was lying against, and begun rising. He nearly collapsed due to the overwhelming ache he felt in his left shoulder. But, he rose despite the pain. 

        When he could finally get a clear look, he saw that he was on a bed and covered with a blanket. He sat fully rightside up and had a look around. It appeared to him that he was in some sort of shabby apartment. That was when Stein saw him. His breath caught in his throat as he scanned over the man's features. What had caught his attention most was the man's tousled red hair. He had never seen somebody with such a vibrant hair color before. The second thing that caught Stein's attention was the light bruises that traced Spirit's cheekbone and his mouth.