A/N: Hey all! I just decided to write some Promptis. As always, I'm fashionably late to the party, but better late than never right? Updates will be erratic, I'll try for once a month, but no guarantees. Hopefully enjoy and have a nice day!
The boy sat motionless at the edge of a glass box, hardly noticing the men hard at work on the outside. Men, were they men? Most knew them as MTs, soulless beings that obeyed orders without question. Among them were those of sound mind, still of flesh and blood. How long until they met with the same fate? How long until he met with that fate?
He picked absently at the single white robe he was issued that felt coarse against his skin, not thinking of anything in particular. This had been his reality for so long he often wondered if his memories of the outside world were fabrications of his subconscious. This sterile environment seemed incompatible with such memories. He continued absently picking at the fabric until a voice prompted him so stand. He did what he was told, and proceeded to the edge of the glass near a small window. A tray of some unidentifiable substance meant to be food and a single pill was lowered into his prison. Like clockwork he took the tray and ate, as always. Following a meal with some sort of medicine was commonplace, and he downed the pill without a second thought.
After passing the tray back, the small window closed and the boy moved back to the corner of his glass box. His gaze fixed on the figures moving about outside. The soundproof glass prevented him from ever hearing what was being said, if there ever was anything being said. He could only speculate on the plans being made on the outside. A faint buzz of sound suddenly reached him, or so he thought. His attention was taken from the people outside when he felt a strange sensation inside every cell in his body. Something akin to electrical current surged from his beating heart all the way to his toes and fingertips, startling him and heightening his senses.
For a few long minutes he remained motionless, trying to make sense of what was happening. It wasn't painful but it wasn't exactly pleasant. As time passed he became more acutely aware of his surroundings and himself, prompting to examine his situation. How long had he been complacent? Thoughts and memories of his life on the outside assaulted his mind and in a split second he decided that he must reclaim that life. He stood without being told and slowly made his way back to the front of the box. A few glances were thrown his way but otherwise he was ignored. As of now his only goal was to escape, he had no plan but he had to free himself. He raised a hand and ran it over the glass. In the past he had tired breaking it to no avail. Now he felt like breaking it was possible for reasons even he didn't understand. With two fingers raised, he tapped the glass.
A fracture appeared, tiny glass fragments fell at his feet.
Dead silence choked the room as all attention was turned to the now imposing threat among them. Even the MTs appeared to still with their weapons raised in his direction. His eyes scanned the room and the terrified faces around him, then cast down to the glass fragments at his feet. With a simple flick of the wrist he tapped the glass one more time, slightly harder than before, and the whole thing shattered around him. The still sound of panicked breathing rushed his ears, as well as the sound of fans and the buzz of technology. It was crystal clear sound, sharper and more precise than he remembered. Instinctively he stepped out of the glass box onto the floor, completely ignoring everything around him. His body started feeling normal again, and his mind was slowly focussing more and more on the situation he had created. The box had shattered, he was out, he could escape. Could he escape? At the very least, he could try.
Suddenly something hit his skin. A pike? A bullet maybe? Around the room, MTs had their weapons aimed at him, as the sentient ones who had not yet been changed scrambled to escape. For some reason he felt no fear despite being unarmed, and proceeded to the door where the others were escaping. Bullets bounced off him, axes on his skin failed to break the surface. He ignored the attacks and screams and made for the door with complete nonchalance.
This was the first time he had been out of his glass prison in months, the layout of the facility was unknown to him. With no clear direction, he ended up wandering around the halls aimlessly. Occasionally he'd be accosted by MTs or some terrified soul trying to stop him. He could hardly muster the attention to even acknowledge their existence. They posed no threat, not anymore, and so he let their attacks bounce off of him as he shoved his way through.
A scent caught his attention. The unforgettable scent of wind and fresh air among the scent of metal. Where was this coming from? He slapped the MTs out of his path as he followed the familiar smell. More and more of them were upon him, and yet he was not slowed. He had purpose now, his goal could conceivably be achieved. A little more wandering, with slightly more direction this time, led him to a door. A card reader was off to the side, glowing bright red, the door tightly shut. He paused. He didn't have a card and he didn't feel much like looking for one either. Instead, he grabbed the side of the door and shoved moderately, not even bothering to use his full strength. The metal buckled against his palms, curving out and creating enough space for him to slip through. One last hallway and one last door, and he was outside.
Only now did he notice the alarms. It was midday, but the flashing lights were easily seen. A siren blared, and the sky darkened with ships. He stood in their direct line of fire, taking the bullets like they were raindrops, completely unscathed. Now that he was outside, he wasn't about to go back there. A fence stood between him and the outside world now, it didn't threaten him in the least. He could clear it, so he thought. His muscles reacted before his mind could even give the command, and he was already leaping over it like it was nothing. When his feet hit the ground, he ran off in no particular direction at speeds he didn't even know he could reach.
His course only changed a few times, when it seemed like someone was trailing him. Zigzagging through trees, stumbling over himself trying to get used to his body again, he eventually slowed and hid in a particularly thick brush. There he stayed silent, listening for any signs of his captors. Despite everything, he felt fine, not even winded from running. Instead the confusion set in and he was startled and dumbfounded at everything that just happened.
Where was he? He didn't recognise the area, but at least he knew he was far from the lab. Aside from that, he now had to worry about survival. He was alone, and he didn't have any job experience. While his memories of his life on the outside were still a little fuzzy, he was almost certain he'd starve if he couldn't find work. He couldn't cook, and even if he was able to hunt he didn't know how to prepare the meat. The only thing he could conceivably do was become a hunter. Thinking about it now, hunting monsters would be an ideal use of his new enhanced abilities, so perhaps things weren't so bad.
Grinning despite himself, he was filled with hope. He could survive and be free.
First he'd have to make it into an outpost and look for work. It donned on him that he was still oddly dressed. His attention turned to the white robe he had been wearing for the past few months. Mostly white anyway, there were remnants of gunpowder and some dirt from his recent actions, but it was still definitely bizarre attire that would draw attention. He couldn't just go into a town looking like that, it would cause too much suspicion.
In the midst of his fretting about returning to a normal life, his mind conjured an image of a person from his past. An image of a lazy blacked haired boy wearing a comical expression, casually taunting him in a joking manner, "Hey blondie, what's with the night dress?" That's what his old friend would have said if he were to see him now.
His friend, the prince. It would be impossible to meet with him now, he thought. It wouldn't be fair to impose himself on his old friend, not considering what he was. He knew if he dwelled on memories of their time together, he'd be crushed by loneliness.
He sighed, it was one thing or another. Far from defeated though, he thought about setting out in search of a haven where he could rest and collect his thoughts.