Prologue
The young man was running, and he didn't really understand why. His stomach was churning and his heart pounded harshly against his bandaged chest. Etched onto his boyish face was a certain expression of confusion as he trembled violently, causing him to sort of stumble clumsily during his adrenaline powered run. This strange feeling was unfamiliar to him. He did not grasp the common knowledge of what he was experiencing. Fear. It is what causes us as human beings to make rather unconscious and irrational decisions, though at the time they seem perfectly sensible. But for someone with no concept of rationality and irrationality, it produces the most wild, desperate reaction. Much like that fearful young man's actions.
He dared a glance back and he only became more afraid. People with white and pastel blue skins on them were chasing after the young man. His mind couldn't think of a reason why those odd people were doing so. He whimpered and turned his gaze back in front of him. They made loud noises at him, as though they were trying to communicate somehow. He didn't understand. He wondered why they were making such sounds at him and what they meant, if they had any meaning at all. The sounds then escalated to a much louder level and seemed to travel much closer, much to the young adult's dismay. They were close enough that he could hear their labored breathing behind him; he could almost feel it. He shuddered at this and his sapphire blue eyes lit up fearfully as he weaved sharply to the side, attempting to shake off his pursuers.
Sadly, he continued to be followed. He wasn't exactly an easy target to lose sight of with his bright blonde hair and exotic tan. Besides, how many patients try to break out of a hospital?
He journeyed aimlessly through the maze of hallways, determination to escape apparent with every large footstep he made. This labyrinth seemed to mercilessly carry on, teasing the young man. His hope started to slowly diminish, along with his eager footfalls. His situation wasn't looking so well; his chasers were catching up.
But, suddenly, he turned into a large, open room filled with all kinds of people just like him. Hurt and seemingly afraid. His eyes quickly scanned the area of the room, running over each face. Just looking them reminded him of his own pain. All at once, a burning, stabbing feeling occupied his torso and his head started pounding as though he had a terrible migraine. The young man groaned and squinted against the throbbing in his head. He couldn't let that slow him down, not at all. He burst through the glass doors roughly, his heart beating like a drum.
"Ah!" he breathed excitedly as a bright, almost blinding light greeted him outside. He turned his head up to try and look at the shining mass in the sky, but it hurt his eyes for some reason. The young man took in a sharp breath and immediately looked back at the weird sights in front of him. He knew nothing of the rush of activity in front of him, and it scared him almost as much as the strangers in the building he managed to escape. Strange machines traveled about, holding people inside them, and there were so many unfamiliar inscriptions on buildings and hanging shapes. It was strange. He was still hurting and even more confused now. What was all of this? Was this how the world was?
The blonde had no time to study the new things around him more and get an understanding of his surroundings. Voices that followed him in the hospital now threatened to follow him to the outside. The young man shook his attention away from the mass of oddities and instructed his bare feet to take him away again. To freedom, far away from all the frightening wonders...
