Love and Pain (Daryl fanfiction)

Chapter 3 (Not back story anymore)

~time skip of 3 years~

Still Pyros POV

I’m now 22 and still in this hell hole. They have tested on me so many times I lost count, they’ve ‘taught’ me so much I’ve lost count also. I’m currently sitting in the corner of my cell. I hear footsteps looks like its experimenting time again. The door bursts open and rough hands grab my arms and hoist me up into a standing position. I drag my feet on purpose, I don’t want to go. “DO YOU WANNA BE TAUGHT AGAIN?!” one guard yelled in my face. “Go to hell.” I seethed through my mouth and spat in his face. He wretched back and wiped his face with his sleeve. “Off to the room” he said. He grabbed me even harder than before and drags me to the room. He punched me right in the face then the other guy kicked my knees out making me fall to the ground. Then they both start kicking me and I hear some metal clanging. The guard that I talked back to grabbed my hair and pulled my face to his. “We have something new to try little pyro.” He said in a cold voice. He moved me to my knees and then I felt a burning sensation in the middle of my back. He guard holding me just laughed. The other guard was branding me like I was some mule. He had three heating so he could brand me with one then pick up another while it was reheating. It had to reheat because he held it there till it was cold. They did this all over my back. My face was stained with tears. My voice was hoarse from screaming. They finally stopped and forced me to my feet and drug me to the lab and experimented on me more.

~two weeks later~

My burns are almost healed but they aren’t fully. I’ve listened to them for this long, never struggling but that didn’t stop them the burns I’m talking about are all down my arms, chest and stomach. Even when I’m good they continue to hurt me. It pleases them and the doctor loves sticking the needles in me even though the only successful experiment was when I formed wings, but he refuses to give up. Today is the day I break out I’ve been here for years and I’m done. I heard the guards again and I stood up off my mat for a bed and they got me and we were walking down the hallway. Here goes nothing. I punched one in the face and burned him badly. He didn’t get up. I’ve never burned them with the fear of being hurt more but I now I don’t care. I did the same to the other. I found the exit and ran towards it and hurtled myself threw it and took off sprinting. The warm air felt good on my skin. I’ve been practicing flying in my cell. I let my wings out and took off flying in an unknown direction. I don’t care where I go just as long as it’s as far away from here as possible.  

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