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I opened my eyes to see black. Instantly, I panicked and jumped around, my hand running into something cold. I gasped. My hand groped around until it closed around a cylinder. I reached over and found another. And another. I went all around until I found myself scooching in a circle. I panicked again, as I was programmed to do. I tried to stand up and banged my head on the ceiling so hard, I saw white on the corners of my vision. I fell down and tried to get my thinking straight. Well, there was one thing I knew for sure. I was in a cage. Somewhere in the dark. Somewhere I didn't know. I heard a small laugh in the darkness. My heart sped up again. "Newbie, huh?" A voice, definitely a young boy, said. "They all panic." "Where am I?" I asked, desperate for answers. "The Keep," he replied, almost eerily. "It's where we all go."
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Runaway

I've been on the run for three years. I'm not the first, but I certainly won't be the last. For as long as I can remember, I had been experimented on, drugged to the brink of insanity, and tortured by someone I thought was my family. Boy, was I wrong. This isn't one of those stories where I suddenly get a huge boost of courage and defeat the bad guys then live happily ever after. I don't believe in that stuff anymore. Instead, I was a coward, and ran for my life, for my freedom, because I was too afraid to stand and fight and risk losing control like the monster they had created me to be. I've been too many people, have moved too many times. Now, I wonder if I will finally be able to find a place to call home... I won't allow myself to be captured before I even have a chance at that. Because if do, I'm as good as dead. © Sweetslover8 ~August 26th, 2013 ***Please note that the following is a work of fiction. Any names, events or occurrences of any kind coinciding with real life are purely coincidental.***

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