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The man known as X-02 darted down the black alley, footsteps echoing off the grimy brick walls. What the hell... he thought desperately. What the hell is happening to me?!
The men in black were still chasing him. They had been ever since he had escaped that strange facility, with those sleak silver walls and white lighted rooms.
The alley turned, X-02 turning with it. He was gaining speed, legs pumping swiftly against the ground. After another turn, he could see the end of the alley and the street beyond.
As he neared, the noises around grew tremendously in volume. "What the hell?!" he screamed in pain. Blaring, deafening sounds rattled his mind. People passed by without noticed, but X-02 was shrieking with pain.
He fell to his knees, covering his newly-sensitive ears with his hands. They hardly dampened the noise, but now he was faintly aware of sharp footsteps behind him.
Hastily, he stood up--hands still cupped over ears--and slipped into the crowd of pedestrians, hoping the men in black from the facility of silver wouldn't find him...
(me character 😊 )
While lying down, three men slammed the door open. X-3 jumped up. She rose to her feet.
"Now X-3, we're just going to take you back to the-" his sentance was cut short. X-3 had jumped up and kicked him in the chest. She bolted down the stairs and jumped to the door. She ran fast, barely breaking a sweat. She jumped up onto another building, her guard still up. Her ears would track anything, hopefully. She let out a big sigh, and sat down.
After crossing the packed street, X-02 stopped running in another alley. He sat down behind a dumpster, thinking to himself.
His heart pounded against his chest because of nerves, but he had hardly broken a sweat from running away from those men.
What is going on? he wondered to himself. All I remember is... that place--whatever it was. And escaping. I remember escaping. But that's it... nothing from before the facility...
He looked down at his hands. His skin was pale, almost pure white, and his nails had elongated and sharpened to a small blade. A piece of broken glass lying next to him caught his eye. Holding it up, he looked at his reflection...
And an eruption of flashbacks swept through his mind. He remember the place--underground, it was--and the men in white. Oh, the men in white. What pain they had caused him--what anguish! How dare they! And then there were the guards in black--like the ones that had been chasing him. He remembered beatings--torture even.
He remembered experiments--the animals. So many animals had been there--screeching, barking, ravenous animals, lead to madness because of the doctors in white who had been experimenting on them.
He recalled one in particular. A snowy white fox, sharp nails, crystal blue eyes, white hair. He looked at his own reflection. Light blue eyes, hair streaked with white... Why had he remembered the fox? Could it be...
No. That was impossible. Was it, though?
Before he could finish his thoughts, a single gunshot bellowed out by the street. It echoed, and a million screams erupted, following. Panicked people scrambled about, trying to get away from the men in black with glossy dark guns.
The screams were too much--nimbly, without a second thought, X-02 hopped onto the dumpster only to leap a moment later onto a fire escape ladder. He scaled it quickly, jumping onto the platform above. With no where else to run, X-02 did the only thing he could do... look up.
The roof of the building had to be 25 feet up. There was no way he could have made it...
But the guards had entered the alley. In moments, they would notice the lone, haggard figure standing on the fire escape platfrom above.
Adrenaline kicked in. Instincts told X-02 to jump... and he did.
He crouched down, muscles contracting. In another second, he sprung upwards, sailing through the air. His heart leaped to his throat.
X-02 landed safely on the roof above. He looked at himself once more, wondering for the umpteenth time what had happened to him.
When he looked up, his heart stopped. Somebody else--female, he could see--was sitting on the roof...
Gia continued wlking. It was cold. a bitter emotionless cold that seemed to reflect on her mood towards the bleak fate she had tried not to think about for those many sad years.
Her face held a distorted frown as she tried to hold back the pounding rage she felt. Was her life ruined....? She wondered this for a long while as she stepped briskly up the twisting dirt road. On her right a wooden fence was built up. A short distance past that, a horse grazed on the frosty grass. He snorted and looked up at Gia when she stopped by the fence. After a bob of his elegant head he trotted over, and nudged her cheek, snorting softly.
She gazed into his warm brown eyes. They were a perfect match to hers. She kept her cheek on his, then closed her eyes. She saw herself, a younger girl doing exactly this. She remembered it in horrible bits and peices. She had been whispering to the big beautiful mustang they brought in.. she had a tan pelt and a long black mane and tail, and those same beautiful brown eyes. She was scared.. she reared and whinnied so loudly.... no, she wasnt like those other animals. She put up such a fight. Then there was silence.
" It's done sir..get the girl.. we have the injection ready!" a womans voice had cried. Then that strong grasp around her arm..the sharp needles they pushed into her body...then more pain, more and more. She woke up that day to her surprise. Gia thought she would be dead.... she mightve well been. then hell started.
The horse snapped her out of her memories with a fearful snort and stomp. He could smell her pain it seemed... " im sorry.. dont worry." she whispered. He calmed down instantly, and she whispered goodbye and continued walking.
Eventually the dirt road turned into more of a busy city, and Gia wask even more frightened. She made her was into a dark damp ally. She smelled someone..something.. from the facility. She was to tired to even react, and she fell into a light sleep with her back against a dumpster.