Stolen Chapter 1
Writing is like driving, not having a clear mind can wreak you.
Criticism is very much wanted. Can't get good if people don't point out fuck ups. xP(Re-uploaded due this being hidden in September)
Stolen-Chapter 1
Running.
That's all what he could think about.
Running.
The sirens of the lab sounding off.
Running.
His heavy white coat trailing behind as the snow fell silently in the night.
"Run." He said to himself as his warm breath was cut by the cold. His pockets were full of them. Vials, sparys, needles, and small bottles of blood.
"There," A far away voice exclaimed. "After that boy! Don't let him escape! Use deadly force if you must!!" Ike's pulse quicken when the words 'deadly force' had been said. Of course he should know better than to steal from them.
No. . .them
Henshav Tech. A story for another time.
"If he gets away then we'll all have our heads on a dish! Marcus, FIRE!"
An object wized by his ear before the bang rang out. He ducked, his short black hair grazing branches as his tan dark skin was well hidden within the coat.
Bang!
Another shot but it had to be a horrible miss. He didn't even hear a tree get hit.
He gasped cultching his chest with his right arm, then his wound shoulder with his left. The crunch of snow was louder, those of his own and the enemy's.
Bang! BANG! BANG!!! The shots finally sounded about like the thunder after the lighting.
Run he told himself. He still couldn't see, snow too heavy to see through. A round lodged itself in his left leg. He stifled a groan as his pace was unhindered.
How? How can they see when he was so blinded by nature?
BANG! They were getting closer. Closer. He could hear their steps. The crunch. The sounds. Their breaths swam to his neck and chilled him further.
Suddenly he was tackled from the right as his body slammed into a small young tree, causing it to crack. He tried to escape only to be pinned with a cloth on his mouth and nose. He started to panic, squirmming desperately as he started to fade into a darkness. A needle in his coat puntured its cap and stabbed him through the thick winter time coat somehow. This only caused more panic.
In a last ditch effort he kneed the assailant in the groin. Lucky him it was a male as a high pitched squeal periced the night as Ike kneed him again. This was enough for the man to let go as he ran off toward the east this time opposed to his original north plotted escape route.
Somehow he knew directions, as if a compass was in his brain.
Soon after what felt like forever. . .he couldn't hear the yells of the group after his hide. Only distant shots getting further and further away. When he was sure he was safe, he felt for a tree through the winter white and black and slowly climbed atop until he knew he was far above the snowy ground.
"Thank heavens. . .GAH!" He grunted. Carefully he got out a small flashlight examaing his wounded chest. The hole was small and bleeding had halted. He sighed getting a bottle of H202 as he loved to call it and poured a bit in the wound. The burning was bad and and the exit hole looked like a foam factory with a tint of red. Soon he did the same for his shoulder and leg.
He could feel the chill of the clensing liquid reach the opposite side of his body.
Somehow. . .being shot for the first time didn't scare him. That death was right around the next corner. That dying at his young age, didn't scare him.
Well atleast not too much.
After he was done he sighed relaxing his body. He shoved a hand in a pocket ripping the needle from his side from earlier. A sharp pain followed as he pulled the sticky device out seeing it had injected every bit of whatever it had in it into himself. The only label on the needle was a dark purple stripe barely visable to eye in the snow even close up to one's face with a light.
There were words in white so small you'd need a magnifing glass. He brought the thing closer to examine it's fine print.
"CAPABLE C-25 Varient A5. Please refridgerate." He whispered to himself.
He thought about tossing the needle but. . .
"That would be dumb as hell. . .I. . .I might change into whatev- no. . ." His voice was solemn. "I will change. . .maybe if I can get to Kate she ca-"
A small stab of pain went through his legs and feet cutting him off. He looked down seeing a needle stuck in his side.
~No no not now. Not again!~ Crying out in his mind he pulled the protruding poker out and threw it away barely hearing it clank a tree.
Panting now he climbed down as fast as he could turning off his torch before speeding off in whichever direction. He started to feel drowsy and a pain climbed toward his waist, then his chest before enveloping his entire body in a warm, fuzzy, yet increasingly painful tingle.
~Run. . .Run. . .~ He told himself yet again. But his voice sounded different. Far away and dream like. His mind was swimming and now he was starting to trip only getting up to trip once more.
He heard nothing around him but the crunches of his own heavy white boots on the colorless ground. He noticed his swift run was now a jog, then a walk, and before he knew it he was trudging through the snow.
His chest was raising and falling. Ike's mind felt numb and sleepy as did his body. The pain from earlier ceased giving way to the warmth in his system.
~Run!~ He yelled mentally at himself. But he couldn't. The boy's body refused as he simply grabbed a tree for support. He quieted his deep gasps for air listening as the snow fell.
. . .
. . .
. . .
Snap.
His head swung right then left. The snow could easily absorb sound. If he could hea-
Crunch. . .crunch. . .crunch. . .
He began to panic again running only to trip and land flat on his face. He started to get up only to feel a cold sharp metal blade licking the back of his neck.
He froze.
The tip of the sharp object dug deep into his skin. He tried to glance a look but it only resulted in a painful cut. Even as the his warm blood poured out it blended in with the winter chill.
The two said nothing. It was quiet. Quiet enough to hear every single piece of snow hit the ground.
The silence felt eternal until Ike couldn't take it anymore.
"Just stop wasting time," Ike said letting his body lay flat on the earth, the sharp object stuck to him, "If you're going to kill me just do it." The young boy sighed closing his eyes.
He knew death was a danger when he took up this offer. He knew it was. Many people would think a 14 year old insane. Yet. . .he didn't care. He had forgotten would he would get if he was successful. Money? Power? Happiness?
~A change. . .~ He thought. But what change?
The pointed instrument quickly made its way around to his weak point. It pushed down hard before slowly sliding back ripping his skin. Blood poured out like a spring, painting the snow red with life, both metaphorically and literally.
He stopped thinking. At that moment it was obsolete for him. Death would come out to get him.
The blade nearly accomplished its job before stopping aburtly. Ike didn't say a word as the man backed away, the knife lifted.
The youngster kept still too weak and sleepy to run yet knowing he could be hulled back and interrogated.
Or worse. . .
"Which versions do you have?" Asked the man from above, his voice distorted and changed pitch which each word. This question took the young boy by surprise. Definitely something he didn't expect at least. "All the finished ones. The ones from-" He didn't get a chance to finish as he was lifted up by his coat.
He was pulled back against a body as something was wrapped around his neck. It was warm. It felt good too, whatever it was, it felt good. He then realized it was a medical bandage, the ones they give for those with really bad wounds. They could aid with healing an affected area in a snap. Good for war and bad accidents.
Excellent for crazied 14 year olds like himself.
Still he made no attempt to move as he was shoved forward.
"Go." Said the man. "Go before I change my mind."
Hesitating for a brief second Ike shook his head as he limped with all the power he could muster.
"Hey!" The man yelled. Ike turned, barely seeing him in his fully black clothes. "If you keep up that way you'll find a cave, with torches lit. It hasn't been found for years and don't ask how I know if living is an objective for you. Find the white tree atop the entrance. It's best you go there. . .because that 'experiment' is going to cause you alot of problems."
It took the boy a second to register what he meant about the project he had stolen. He was about to say something but refrained.
"I'd keep quiet. . .you'll need every bit of strength you can get. Now get away before I DO kill you." Ike didn't need to be told twice as he limped off with all the power he had.
The assailant watched as Ike disappeared in the near white conditions. He tapped his foot, crossing his arms, a smile on his hidden muzzle.
"And soon our world will flourish because of you." A blue light shone around him.
***5 Hours Later***
The snow finally calmed as a winter chill sliced the midday air. "This way! Go go!" A person yelled. The crunch of boots on the ground was rampent. Agent Wicker paced back and forth crumbling a report in his gloved hand.
They just lost it. The most important thing in their lab. The most heavily guarded thing, more protected than ANYTHING in the world. . .was ripped from their hands.
By a kid. A fricking little damn kid!
"Commander Wicker sir!" A young man exclaimed as he approached his officer. Everyone was fitted with white attire. They only thing these men in particular stand out was a black and sliver patch on both shoulders.
This in Linton Force speak meant, "Don't fuck with us, or you'll be a stain on the floor."
"Who might yo- oh you are Captain Sean Green yes?" Wicker extended a hand. Green took it. "A pleasure meeting you Captain Green, heard good things about you now."
A sheepish grin came over his face. "I try my best." Wicker smiled back, the phyiscal bond between them now broken. "So what do we have so far sir?"
"Well this shit is going to ruin Henshav if it gets out." Wicker rubbed his forehead looking at passing men. "Somehow, someway, a child broke into our compound. He bypassed security, wasn't picked up by motion sensors or cameras and was invisable to thermal. There were no sounds or anything to suggest his presence until he tripped an alarm in Sector M. We chased him out and shot him multiple times."
"We believe he is still within 25 miles of here. We even had a HST spot him yet he got free. It baffles me to no end."
The younger man raised an eyebrow. "You mean the Harriet Stealth Team? The best Ops force we have?"
Wicker nodded, his face grim.
"Well it seems this kid did a magic act." Green simply stated.
"Heh, he's better than Houdini. We checked caves, trees, the old Inn and turned the damn Earth on it's head and still he isn't here."
The higher ranking officer threw his hands up, obviously frustrated.
"I mean come on, we shot him what, like three or four times? Unless this guy is the Harriet Tubman of making shit disappear into the night where could he possibly be?" Sighing he looked around.
Nothing unusual but a white tree.
A white tree. . . . .
"Green," Wicker walked toward the off colored tree, "Would you consider this to be a marker?"
***20 feet Directly Underneath***
Ike was groaning in fits of agony. He was flat against a rocky wall, his flashlight pointed directly at him through the darkness as did the lit sticks on the wall. He found the cave that guy spoke of but. . .he doesn't remember how he got in.
But one thing was for sure.
It was abandon.
There were cob webs scattered around the barren walls. An alter stood at the end of the cave, a bunch of old looking spears and bows sat atop the dust riddled stone slab.
Suddenly a loud slam was heard. The boy had thrown himself against the alter as a spear grazed his neck causing the tiniest cut.
He growled and shook like a leaf tearing his coat off yet somehow placing it down gently before resuming his shaking. His vision was warping and his body shutting down. Whatever had been in the needle obviously had been the world's worst experiment. He kneeled before falling on his side as spikes of hot and cold pain shot up his nerves.
He started to lose his sight. White. Then black.
Then nothing.