Light. Finally, the light. It completely flooded the room, bathing everything, and yet he'd much rather drown in it than suffer at the hands of his captors anymore.

Three long months had passed, each day filled with injections, internal scans, torture techniques. After the first week he'd given up on thinking about what was outside. Where he was. The only clue he had was a central red skull with tentacles oozing out. He'd seen it on the wall outside, and on the uniforms of the doctors that worked on him.

But this wasn't the familiar red and black dullness that greeted him. No, this was blinding, with nobody blocking it. He stood up slowly, cautious of any hidden attackers. The dust that had collected on his feet floated off when he moved out of the cell he'd called home. As he did, the ground shook and became uneasy. The boy leaned to a wall, supporting his weakened body, keeping it upright. A glance back to the dark empty room showed the space where the door was before, no light peering from any Windows or gaps. Not even a whisper dare make itself known. But not anymore. Now the explosions rocketed, burst of noise echoing to wherever he was from outside. Screams and bombs and carnage, flooding his ears. He needed food, water, a proper place to live, that much he knew. But what he knew to do first...

Run.

And run he did, dashing through cracking corridors. He avoided the odd guard running for cover, dust building up on his hair. He had to find that room. Every night he'd see it-the corridor, the door, the girl inside...something about her. Not quite right.

He followed his route, his veins occasionally changing to a royal blue glow as he saw where to go next. His breathing grew heavy, skin breathing unstaled air for the first time in a while. Outside the door he'd ran to were two guard, faithful to the last. As they raised their weapons, his veins glowed again-and instantly turned those guns to dust. "Run while you can," he threatened half-heartedly. They ran. The coast cleared, he did the same trick to the lock, yanking the door wide open. Almost the same room presented itself as his own, the only difference being the slow shifts of a girl on the bed, eyes squinting from the light. "Come with me."

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