Geirr:Sorry everyone, I haven`t been doin to well with stories lately. I was grounded for a few days and tonight I celebrate Yuletide with family. So I have been busy getting ready and stuff to not work on stories for y`all. But I will work harder I promise.

I had a silimilar dream about this sort of story. I thought it sounded pretty good so I tried to write out the prologue of the story. How it begins

WARNING: LANGUAGE, AND VIOLENCE

ENJOY!

- Prologue -
- Darkness Surrounding -

His feet crushed against the dead leaves and branches that scattered the floors of the forests deep into China. He had the body of a well built thirteen year old so he held a lot of energy which helped him in running far and hopefully getting away from his trackers. But he could still hear the military boots of his trackers behind him. He tried snaking through the maze of forest but they still trailed behind him. The fear of the chase engulfed his veins feeling as if liquid fire ran through them instead of blood! He knew the forest like the back of his hand, however the fear inside him, the fear of this life versus death chase was screwing up his mind. The forest that he grew up in, what he called home, now felt foreign to him.

He hissed in pain as sharp grass blades and pointed sticks cut across his naked skin on his ankles and legs. He muffled this pained moans with his hand pressed firmly against his mouth, hoping to make less noise possible. He turned his head slightly to see behind him, no eye view of the his trackers but he could definitelyhear their foreign voices and the crushing of their boots against the forest floor. He hadn`t lost them yet and he knew that they weren`t going to give up until they got him.

The chase seemed to go on forever and the forest never seemed to end. The boy knew that he was long gone from his village and his people, he worried for his own people. Did any of them survive? But he knew he couldn`t think that now, he was in the middle of a chase. Life or death. And the liquid fire coursing through his body justseemed to get worse by the second. Panic and fear and horror mixed with that fire tell him to; RUN! RUN! Your life depends on this! He knew that, damn well he knew it. It wasn`t that hard to see it, would he survive this? He hoped so.

"This way! He went this way! I saw him turn the corner. He must be tired, so we`ll get him then!" a voice called out behind him. He had no idea what they had said, for he didn`t speak their language. They sounded like they were right behind him, just right behind his heels. He would look but he was afraid that he would probably see them and that would just spook him even more and cause him to most likely paralyze in his steps with fear.

The foreign voices hissed and growled behind him as if arguing with one another. But they did sound confident that they knew where the boy was heading.

The boy felt his long black ponytail swish behind him from side the side and bouncing with every move he made. He had never gotten his hair cut and kept it pulled back tightly. But now he feared that he should have gotten his haircut for he knew his long ponytail would be the downfall to the chase. And it was he tripped over a few branches but caught his balance easily and continued to run. But these small trips caused his to slow down, a lot. And he could barely hear the cheers coming from his trackers. His breath was rapid a long with his unsteady heart beat. But he could tell none the less that those cheers sounded happy and relieved. He hissed painfully and he felt something grab a hold of his ponytail and yank his head back. He growled in defeat as he fell onto his back and now starred up into the faces of his captors.

Two large Russian men, grinning ear to ear. The tallest held onto the boy`s ponytail as if it were a leash on a dog. They were towering over the boy as if proud hunters catching the prized male buck.

"Finally got`em Bruce! Boss`ll be proud to see this one." One man said to the other.

The other Russian, the one holding onto the boy`s ponytail tightly in his dirty hand, nodded to the other. "Yes he will. This boy is in good shape I can tell. That was a long chase, one of the best I`ve had so far I`ll say."

The boy curled in on himself and cried the tears of fear. He was trapped and would most likely die. But he felt relieved, at least he was going to go down with his honor, he ran and ran and never gave up. He would fight back, he was a great fighter, but he was lost of his remaining energy from the chase. He sighed some-what content as he listened to the bristling Russians talking to each-other. He understood nothing but he could tell that they were complimenting his physical body and how he kept them running for what was probably most of the day.

"What`s your name kid?" the Russian holding his ponytail asked crouching down and pulling his head down close to the boy`s gasping opened mouth. The boy understood nothing of what the man had asked him. He hissed in pain as the man pulled at his long hair again and repeated the question that sounded so foreign. The man repeated the question again and against, pulling at the younger boy`s hair each time he asked and didn`t receive an answer.

"Bruce, I don`t think he understands you," Ivan said in a quiet voice. Bruce growled loosening his grip on the ponytail. The boy sighed in relief.

"Then how do we get his god damn name Ivan? Tell me that?" Bruce hissed glaring down at the golden eyed boy who was curled up in a tight ball.

Ivan shrugged kicking at some dirty blindly. "We`ll come up with a name for him at the base if we have to. Right now, a name is the least we should care about. What we need to do right now is get this boy back to the boss so that they can start that experiment."

Bruce nodded and got to his feet pulling the boy up by the ponytail as well. "OW! OW!" the boy hissed grabbing at the back of his head were the ponytail connects. "Let me go! Let me go you bastards!!!" he screamed thrashing his arms and feet all around them. The back of his fist connected to Bruce`s right side of his face. "Shit!" Bruce growled releasing the ponytail, but not for long, and then he launched himself forward onto the boy and wrapped his massive muscular arms around the boys chest. He pinned the boys arms to his sides and held him close. "Damn little pussy!" he hissed. "Punched me in the face!"

Ivan`s eyes narrowed but he smiled. "Calm down bud. We need to give him to the boss in one piece. So try not to break him in half...much."

Bruce looked at him feeling the boy struggle in his arms. The boy thrusted his heel into Bruce`s shin but it held no affect it seemed like. Just a slight grimace of pain etched across his face. "Fine. " the Russian barked.

"Let me go damn it!!! You fucking assholes will rot in hell!" the boy hissed. He spit a few times onto Bruce`s arms and whenever Ivan got close enough he would spit at him too or at least try too. "Let me go!"

Ivan and Bruce chuckled. "Very feisty boy I see. He`ll make a perfect cyborg!"

Ivan nodded in agreement but them frowned. "That is if he can survive the surgery and the process," he added. Bruce grimaced at the thought. "Yah," he mumbled.

Geirr: Well, I hope you liked it. I tried something some-what different with my writing. I hope that you can maybe tell.

As for my other stories the third chapter for Pins and Needles is written fully, I juste don`t have time right now to type it up and post it. And my story The Next Ashes, is half-way written. Not fully done yet. I`ve been having a writer`s block on that story lately.

But I hope you enjoyed this story. I`ll try and write the first chapter for y`all soon. Right now I have to go, family is waitin for me. And I wish everyone who is celebratin Yule today a happy holiday. Have fun!

Please Review if you want this to continue. Thank you!!