A/N: A new fic and I hope you guys will like this one. As the usual, people against gay love are not welcomed so please, click back. With this in mind, I might update a bit later than I usually do. Mehh, whatever happens comes and goes. I swear I had other plans in mind after I finished Personal Space, Dam It! and this just came out of the blue. I'll have to postpone the ideas for the other fanfics. Again, I hope you guys like my fanfics.
By the way, RATED M FOR CUSSING AND LATER CHAPTERS. MAYBE.
Summary: Subject 26-X8 has escaped. He's chained and blinded. A scream emits from his throat. A sudden burst of energy broke the cuffs around his hands and feet. Nico di Angelo escapes the hell hole called Laboratory DL2F and wanders off into the world. His memories are hazy but when a guy and girl takes him in, memories come back; as well as the scientists after him.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything but the idea of the plot. Seriously, is it legal to how many times I've said this? Uncle Rick owns the characters. That guy's just awesome in so many levels.
Psychokinetic Disaster
I
Subject 26-X8 has escaped
Subject 26-X8 has escaped
The alarms ringed loudly. The boy groaned as he lifted his head off the floor. Or what looked like an endless dark void. The pounding in his head won't cease. Carefully, he lifted his arms but was unable to stretch farther than they are. He was restrained; cuffed. The alarms continued to resonate around the room. Or was it from the outside? Reaching up, his hands felt a cold steel surface. It occurred to the boy that his head was locked in helmet-like steel. Where am I? The escapee thought. The pounding ache in his mind increased. He shut his eyes closed and let out an ear-piercing yell. He let forth a burst of force and the chains bounding his hands and feet broke easily. The pieces of metal made a clanging sound as it hit the floor.
Subject 26-X8 has escaped
Subject 26-X8 has escaped
Sitting up slowly, his eyes tried to focus on anything. Realizing the helmet-like lock around his head hasn't broken off, he raised his hands to his head to search for anything that felt like a latch of some sort. Something that will disable the lock on his head. The boy frowned in defeat in finding none. He rose up steadily and waved his arms around aimlessly for anything to grasp onto. The sound of a whirring machine got his attention. It sounded like automatic doors opening as it scratched the ground. "Freeze! Stay low!" an alarming voice shouted across the room. Guns were loaded and footsteps sounded hurried. Panic rose in the boy as he moved his head around, trying to find the source of the sound.
"I said freeze!" the owner's voice echoed once more. His mind became hazy as everything seemed to stop. The sound of guns firing his way snapped his mind into autopilot. His hands that were dangling by his side seconds ago flew up in front of him in a stopping motion. The boy waited for the antagonizing pain the bullets will bring him but it never came. The firing proceeded but no bullets came in contact with his skin. He waited until the firing died down yet it felt like he was holding onto something. Slowly, but surely, he pulled his arms in a feet away from his chest before extending them with sudden force.
Gasps and screams resonated across the room. His mind pounded once more. He listened to the, unknown to him, lifeless bodies dropping on the floor. Was he captured? Was he a bad guy? He doesn't know. The boy tried to recall anything from the past. Long needles injecting him; endless darkness; echoing footsteps; and a girl's voice. Other than that, everything else was blurry. He could not remember a thing before this lock around his head was placed. Did he have a family? Was he alone? He shook his head and decided to question his life later. Right now, he needs to get out of this prison that kept him locked up.
He dragged his feet across the white floor. His hands placed on pristine white walls steadying him as he trudged his way around the so-called prison. Voices started to fill his mind while memories came crashing down on him. The boy grunted in pain as his head ached again.
"I am Rachel Elizabeth Dare, Professor Dare if you may. And I'll be checking on you time to time"
The woman's voice entered his mind. He recalls the girl saying nonsense as the needles injected his body. The boy wouldn't talk back but the girl seems to have no problem with that. She expected no answer from the boy in chains anyway.
"In case if you're wondering, which I'm certain you are, you're in Laboratory DL2F. I'm restricted from telling you what DL2F means but that is the least of your problems"
Laboratory. He remembers now. He was locked up in a laboratory where this girl, Rachel, or Professor Dare, was checking up on him. She never told him what DL2F means. She told him that he was a special case. One that is feral. The chains and the lock on his head were heavy restraints to prevent him from causing danger to others. He was even locked in a steel prison-like cage that drains this source of power in his mind. "Oh my god, it's him. He's out. Fire!" one of the guards yelled. The firing continued yet no bullet pierced through his skin. An unknown defensive force field circled the boy as he walked forward. Prison-like cage. If he was locked up in a cage, then how did he manage to get out? Was that why he was lying on the ground? More likely, he fell. Someone has unlocked the cage. Someone who intended to release him.
"Hold fire and fall back! Didn't Professor Dare tell you nincompoops to refrain from firing at the boy?" a voice yelled.
"But he is dangerous! Sir–"
"He will use those bullets to his advantage, idiot! Do not let him reach any material on the floor or he will use it to his offense. Now, fall back!"
Advantage, you say? The boy thought. He was locked up. He had no memory whatsoever of what happened before he was captured, chained, and bounded. They were the cause of his never-ending pain. Anger rose inside him. The escapee gritted his teeth and forced the used bullets on the ground to rise. He could hear them back away. The boy put his brain to use. Walking forward, he lodged every bullet straight through their heads, not missing a single one of them. Lifeless bodies fell to the floor. He marched forward and used this power of his to use. Without seeing, he can sense the room around him. It's like a scanner but with your senses.
He felt a tightly shut door in front of him. With all his might, his head pounded with dullness as he forced the two metal doors to open. The metal creaked and bent from the force. He walked through it with ease. More guards came running his way. "Don't let him come near you. Hold fire but aim your weapons" another voice commanded. How dare they. He was chained, injected, and memory drained and they had the guts to aim firearms at him? A low growl escaped the boy's throat.
"Stay where you are" the commander's voice sounded again.
Instead, the escapee ignored him and continued forward. Still aiming at me? Oh, I'll give you something to aim alright, he thought. He felt around the room and the force from his mind grasped onto one of the guards. He moved it to both his offender's arms and pulled violently. A shrill scream tore throughout the room as the guard's torso fell forward; his arms now torn from his body and lying on his sides, blood starting to pool around it. Guns started to fire once more. The boy reciprocated all the bullets that were aiming his way.
He was merciless. He was beyond help. He was on the edge of his beaten up sanity. He had power. He had advantage. They all treated him badly. None in this twisted laboratory deserved to breathe in the air he breathes. He pushed through rooms and rooms of guards. All went down with a bullet lodged through their head or a piece of their body torn away from them; lot likely the arms or legs. So far, he has not made contact with his Professor who examined him or the man –or woman– who disarmed the cage's power. He was more or less a walking death machine so either way, he was thankful they didn't show up at an ungodly hour. Although, he would like to thank his ally later on. If he is an ally.
There was no stopping him. The boy was desperate to get out of this laboratory, get the helmet off his head, maybe gather his wits once he escapes, and plan further more. He wanted to avenge his missing memories. He wanted to put them in pain. Yet, he wanted to be free of this trouble. He wanted to start a new life. Maybe find a friend to keep company. He wanted to restart from scratch and forget the lives he has ended. If he was hopeful, he may even talk to someone who would keep his telepathic senses a secret. He wanted help. But he's certain finding help or friend is impossible.
Before he could force the next two doors open, the panel beside it lightened up and opened on its own. The boy followed the sound of the continuous opening doors. Whoever it is that's on his side deemed their help. But why wait so long to set him free? His foot finally set down on dry land. He figured he was out of the laboratory, meaning he's on his own now. He trekked forward, using his hands to grab onto anything.
The cold night air hit him. The escapee realized that he was stripped off his clothing. Great, not only am I blind but I'm naked too, he thought bitterly. He shivered as he placed his hands on the trunk of a tree. Turning his head to the side, he heard footsteps hurrying towards him; hurried but quiet. That is, if you don't have a powerful set of senses, which he had. It sounded like it came from everywhere. The boy moved faster. Often the branches of miniature trees made scratches on his skin but nothing too severe. He chuckled darkly. He had scratches from harmless nature-bearing trees but even a bullet coming at him at high speed can't touch him.
As he ran, more memories and an additional voice crashed down on him.
"This is Professor Hades. He'll come in and check you once in a while, while I'm gone" the girl –Rachel– said. Then the doors shut.
"I am your ally. Remember me, child" a deep voice registered into his mind. Hades. His footsteps echoed as he left.
By that time, he was utterly confused by what he said. Nobody was his ally if they intended on keeping him locked up in that cage. But now he remembers. Was this the man who turned against his people to help him?
He immediately stopped once he felt the edge of the woods. It felt like a cliff but he was sure he heard the waves of the water crashing down on the rocks below. "Freeze! Don't make a move!" the voice behind him yelled.
And come back to that living hell hole? No thank you. He gritted his teeth. There was only one choice for him to take. Even with the helmet-like lock on his head and the darkness that bounded his eyes, he felt the adrenaline rush through him as he jumped off the edge. Using his mind's strength, he formed a force field below him to protect him from the sudden fall. Air rushed past his ears and the force wrapped him in a cocoon. Freezing water hit his body as soon as he rocketed down. Drops of water started to enter the lock on his head so he swam to find dry land.
His vision darkened. Not that it already is but he felt his eyelids droop. He sighed in relief at the earthly soil beneath his hand. He dragged himself up and face-planted himself on the ground. Now to take the last piece that was restraining him off. He sat up and felt around the lock once more. Beneath it, there were a series of buttons and screws. Seeing as he could no longer take it, he forced the screw off. To his surprise, there were more screws to detach but he gladly took the time to pull them off. Once the helmet-like lock on his head loosened up, he cracked it open and dropped the two metal pieces on the ground. "Life's a bitch," he cursed. The escapee looked down on himself. Yep, indeed, he was naked. He groaned and tried to stand up. "So learn how to fuck it" he sighed.
The escapee owned dark locks of hair that curled around his face, making him look subtly adorable yet the scowl on his face made him fierce as well. His eyes were a deep shade of brown that it almost looks like black. Even in the dark, his eyes overcame the darkness. But months –or years– of not seeing anything but darkness made his vision a little too blurry.
He staggered forward and held a hand on his forehead. It's nice to get my eyesight and all back but please, don't overwhelm them with light, he thought. He couldn't make the blurry light from faraway. He felt a throbbing pain in his head and went down again. The darkness was once again welcomed by his eyesight. He heard voices but nothing compared to the people who held him down. The new voices he heard sounded confused and…. concerned. His consciousness slipped away and the last thing he heard was a question that he hasn't heard since a long time.
"Are you okay?"
The boy opened his eyes; the light once again entertaining him. He groaned and rubbed his eyes with his hand. "Annabeth, he's awake!" a voice yelled. He heard the door opening. He opened his eyes and looked into dark gray eyes. The girl placed the back of her hand on his forehead. "You're pretty warm. When we found you, you were drenched from head to toe. I'll make you some soup" the girl leaned away and headed for the door then she stopped and turned to him. "I'm Annabeth. Annabeth Chase by the way. This is Percy Jackson" she opened the door and left. The boy in bed looked beside him. His eyes settled onto bluish green eyes. The boy had dark brown hair and swept to the side. He was toned and had a body of a surfer. Not too much muscle.
"What happened? Why were you naked out in the open?" he asked bluntly. "Not that I'm complaining" he added quietly but didn't go unheard. The younger teen raised an eyebrow at him. "I-I mean, I am complaining! You got sick because of that and it's pretty cold outside" he stuttered. The dark haired boy stared at him in amusement. A soft sigh escaped the older teen as he rubbed his temples. The escapee blinked and looked down himself. "Don't worry. Annabeth said I had to lend you my clothes" the brunette shifted closer. The escapee stared at him with narrowed eyes in suspicion. The brunette held his hands up in surrender. The boy made a move to sit up and groaned. A pair of hands helped him up and he sighed. The boy ran a hand through his hair and looked down on his torso. He wore a blue and white striped shirt. It hung loosely around his small frame.
"What's your name?" the boy asked. The escapee only stared down at his shirt, slightly glaring down on the stripes. Stripes were never his thing.
"Do you have anything black?" he spoke for the first time and looked into deep green eyes. The brunette gaped at him then laughed. "Okay, okay. Questions later" he stood up from his place and went out of the room. The boy in bed stretched his arms around and felt bones snap. He reclined his position and relaxed on the fluffy white goodness known as pillows. He hasn't laid back into one of these things since forever. He shifted lower and turned around. He nuzzled his face into the soft material and moaned in satisfaction. It's nice to be out of that damned laboratory.
The door opened and the teen held up a black shirt with a skeleton figure. "This is all I got. I'm not a big fan of black and my friend Leo got this for me as a joke in Halloween" he placed the shirt on the bed. The escapee sat up and pulled the blue and white striped shirt off him. He felt the attention of the other teen lingering on his body but didn't make a move to acknowledge it. He slipped the black shirt on. "Where are you from? I'm guessing you don't eat a lot, huh? We're going to make you eat a buffet of foods while you're here" the teen grinned and went for the door. The escapee traced the skeleton with his index finger and laid down again.
He stared up at the white ceiling. The boy twisted his head to have a look around the room. The walls were light blue and had a relaxing feeling to it. Even the sheet on the bed he's lying down on is blue. How he didn't notice he doesn't know. His eyes followed the pattern of small fishes on the sheet. Chucking lightly, he turned to look at the pillows. As he suspected, they also had the same color and pattern as the bed sheets. The door opened and the girl from a while ago came in with a bowl of what seems to be soup. It was placed on a tray as well as a cup of cold water. Annabeth placed the tray beside him and occupied the previous spot the other boy sat in moments ago.
The escapee sat up, moving the tray to sit on his lap. He chowed down on the soup hungrily all the while having the presence of the girl beside him, watching him. It was kind of creepy, if he admits. "Can I help you?" he asked and looked at the blonde. He didn't mean to sound rude but from what he's been through, kindness is a weakness. He gave an apologetic frown but it quickly dissipated. Fortunately, the girl understood. "Since my friend tried but failed in interrogating you, I'll let you cool off and drink some water before we get to know you. You looked pretty sick when we found you, you know" she frowned as she recalled the thought.
The boy snorted. "It's better than staying locked up" he murmured. He brought the glass to his lips and drank a generous amount of cold water. He sighed and placed the tray back where the girl placed it. Annabeth looked at him in confusion. "Locked up? Does your family abuse you?" a sudden panic raised in her voice. She straightened in her seat and placed both her palms on the bed.
The boy grimaced and twiddled with his thumbs. He looked down on his lap. "My life's been a crazy labyrinth. I don't think I'm able to tell you about that yet" he confessed. He wanted someone to trust. He'd never admit it to anyone but he's afraid that once he's put his trust in someone, they'll turn on him; break him like the people in the laboratory. What was he thinking, staying here and letting them comfort him. What if they were sent by those scientists to fool him? His mind reached out slowly to grip the girl's neck, ready to strangle her. Then he felt her hand on his shoulder. The boy looked up at the concerned look on the girl's face. "It's fine. You can tell us when you're ready" she smiled sadly. His hold on her broke. She looked at the tray then back to the boy. "I'm guessing you're still hungry" it wasn't a question. More like a statement. But nonetheless, the boy nodded.
"I'll make you more food" she smiled and stood up. She grabbed the tray and opened the door. "Annabeth," the boy called out to her. The blonde looked back. "Thank you" the boy said. She nodded and closed the door behind her. Not a second later, the door opened and Percy came in. "How are you feeling buddy?" he asked. "Desperate for food like a whore in heat" the boy groaned. Percy laughed and sat down beside him. The escapee leaned down and rested his head on the pillows. "Is everything here blue?" he asked. Percy stared at him then at the room. "Not everything" he smiled.
"This is my room, by the way. Blue is my favorite color" he said.
"That explains the shirt" the boy nodded to the disregarded shirt that lay on the floor. The older teen made no move to get it. "What's your name?" he asked again. The escapee tugs on the black shirt and tries to fix it so that it won't hang lower than his shoulders.
"Nico di Angelo" he says.
"Well, Nico, you can stay here until we figure you out and help you back on your feet" Percy places his hand on Nico's bare shoulder and rubs it comfortingly. The escapee has no choice but to nod his head. At least they were kind enough to give him a place stay. After that, he'll need to find a place to crash. His suspicion makes him unable to trust others easily. But for now, this will do.