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Warning: This story is rated M due to mild course language, violence and sexual references. If you do not like yaoi, then don't read this story.
Trapped Soul – Prologue
Some people called me strange... others, a freak... the names were so many, and they all hurt so much back then. Now I don't even register them as a minor threat in my mind. They are like a scratch compared to the wounds I hold now. What have I done to deserve this? I've asked myself this so many times, that I can't remember how many. Just because I'm different, just because I'm not the same as them, as the world, I was locked away. All alone...
I was in my cell as I watched the dim lights flicker out from that small window above the number on my door. All I could register in my mind now was that it was cold in here, the room was so small and I missed him. I missed that black figure I see in my dreams. I know he's real, I just know, but who is he? Then again... who am I, exactly?
I shivered lightly as I brought my knee closer to my bare and malnourished chest, my long blonde hair cascaded down my back as my hollow eyes watched that miniature portion of remaining light on my skin. It was so dim that I could only make out the basic shape of my body and that was all. The feeling of being all alone was even more intense.
Who was I? I've asked myself this, so many times. To them I'm just a test subject. They've never addressed me by my own name, actually. I'm just 'the boy in room 5' to them. My thin left hand moved from my knees to my lower back where I could feel my long hair. It's already past my lower back... I can't help but think as I move my hand back to where it was and pull my leg closer to my body again. It was so cold in here, and I'm only wearing a thin shirt, long-since torn and it had many rips and holes. I'm also wearing thin shorts. They used to be long black pants, but over time they wore down to what they were today. I've been here for ten years, after all, so I can understand why they've worn down so much. They're quite small on my too, but I'm so thin that they still fit me. Same goes for my shirt. It's like a tube-top with sleeves, as it doesn't cover my stomach.
So cold... so lonely... Don't they care about me? Wait... stupid question... of course they don't. I'm just a freak to them, a freak who hasn't died yet. If it weren't for the memory of that boy in my dreams, I would've died long ago, but I just wont die. I can't. I have to see him. I have to meet him. I just HAVE to!
Suddenly I am forced to bring my left hand to my mouth as I begin madly coughing into it. I feel something wet fall from my mouth during that coughing fit... I taste it... it's blood. I'm so malnourished that I'm literally choking up the last amount of blood I have left. How pitiful...
My eyes look up to that window as I untangle myself from the ball I was in the corner. I then dragged myself along by pushing against my right foot and pulling myself with my left hand until I was at the door. It took me about five minutes to get there, but once I was there, I used all of my strength to pull myself up by my left hand grabbing onto the handle.
My muscles, or whatever was left of them, ached as I balanced myself on my right foot, my left thigh sticking out to the side to help me keep my balance. I then weakly grabbed the window's frame with my left hand and with everything I had, I leapt up and glanced out that window for a split second. I managed to see two guards standing at their post at the end of the hall, and the many other doors of other 'freaks' closed in front of me.
I was only able to see for a split second before I fell back and crashed to the ground with a small thud and a skidding noise as my body skidded across the floor in my cell to about a meter's distance away from the door. My body ached so much. It hurt, and it hurt so much that dry tears fell down my cheeks while my eyes and teeth were clenched shut in pain.
The pain... it hurt so much! What did I do? Tell me! What have I done to deserve this?!
A/N: If you haven't figured it out yet, you'll just have to wait in order to find out who our little patient is! kukuku~ I have left some pretty obvious clues though, so if you're not familiar enough with FMA to get it, then I'm curious... have you even seen the characters? Oh, this is an AU story, because none of the characters have ever been treated like this before, and blah blah blah. I'm not in the mood to really explain.
Well, I hope you enjoy the story in due time! (=.=;; Yes, there is no romance in the story at the current point in time, and there is none planned, so deal with it)