The
streets were empty of any humans. Only the looming shadows dared to be outside
at night. Moon was shining so horribly bright but the light didn’t seem to
reach the ground.
The
deathly quiet night was disturbed by a door slamming. A figure darted out on the
street. It ran as fast as it could.
The
figure had a visible limp to their step. Blood trailed behind them.
There
was a sudden bright light which startled the figure.
The
light illuminated the pale boy’s face. His greenish-yellow eyes were wide with terror
and his mouth was agape revealing his abnormally sharp teeth.
He
was cradling his bleeding arm and if you looked closer, you could see the
watercolor bruises peeking out from under his dirtied white gown.
There
was shouting and the alarms started blaring.
That
seemed to startle the boy as he quickly ran into an alleyway. He kept running
until he spotted a dumpster.
He
scrambled to hide behind it.
He
held his breath and waited.
And
waited.
When
he couldn’t hear the shouts he finally allowed himself to relax. His head hung
limply. Silent tears ran down his face leaving streaks on his bloody skin.
He
was so tired.
So
tired of this corrupted city. The city where people went to have a better life
but ended up discarded by the government. This place is built on bodies. This
year, 2130, was the worst. Nowadays, only the rich had a chance to survive.
Quite literally.
He
was one of those people. But now he had so many regrets of coming here.
He
didn’t even remember his name.
He
let out a bitter laugh at this thought.
How
cruel of this city to take away his own name.
He
sighed and stood up. His legs were aching and he could barely feel his wounded
arm.
He
had to keep going. He had no choice.
He had to look for shelter before the cold
became umberable, even thoguh with all the adrenaline pumping through his blood
he didn`t feel it yet. He knew he needed to take care of his wounded arm, even
if he did heal faster than humans it could still get infected.
He had just
escaped the ”rehabilitation centre” for his kind, where he had been kept for a
few days now.
He laughed bitterly at that thought. Everybody
knew that they didn`t rehabilitate anyone, they just conducted experiments on
them to get who knows what, but it was just eassier to turn a blind eye.
He`d been
lucky, and he knew that, not many were as lucky as him, they`d barely touched
him, at least that he could remember, since they drugged him constantly. They
hadn´t had enough time to do anything to bad to him yet. But he wasn`t stupid,
he heard the screams through the walls of pure agony and the begging, until
they could beraly even pronounce words anymore. He had one chance to get away
while they were distracted and didn`t think twice before running for his
escape. He only took one bullet to the arm that he knew he`d survive.
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