A/N: Getting annoyed yet? I know, i know, another story that no one cares about while i still need to work on other stories no one cares about, but this one just hit me in the middle of he night and i just had to do something with it! I promise i'll get back to my other stories soon! *bows* thank you for working with me here...
And now, without further ado, i give you depressing story!
Disclaimer: how much do i own Hetalia? I don't! although i did get England and America key chains...
Prologue: Break Free
Once upon a time..
His breathes were shallow and ragged, his lungs desperately working to get the air his body needed as the small boy ran.
In a land far away...
Shouts echoed off the blank, sterile walls as his pursuers yelled at him. They were hot on his tail as he ran for freedom. He couldn't stop now, he was almost out, and if he didn't get out, they would hurt him more.
Was a little boy...
His labored breathing resonated though through the empty, uninviting halls, reverberating off of the blank white walls around him.
Blood pounded in his ears, heart beating fast from both fear and exertion. As he got closer to the exit, it was also from excitement. He would soon be out of this building and would find somewhere safe to live away from the pain of this facility.
But, this isn't a fairy tail...
He cried out, flying to the ground as a sharp pain ran through his leg. He tried to ignore the pain and get up to keep running, but his leg wouldn't support him, sending him to the ground a second time.
Fear raced through his body as the men came close to him, and he frantically tried to crawl away. If he could get to the exit he could call for help from anyone that passed by.
Happy endings aren't a guarantee in real life...
But they were faster than him now, holding him to the ground as the small boy thrashed and kicked at them, begging to be let go.
And for some...
"Please stop!" The boy cried out, struggling against the many pair of arms holding him down. A glint of silver flashed in the light from the window in the door, mocking him and his attempt at freedom. A man in a white coat, the only one not holding the boy down, held up the needle, a cruel smile gracing his lips as he tried to comfort the boy, but the child knew better.
"Hush now, it'll only hurt for a moment..."
A happy ending isn't possible...
Sobs ran through his body as he struggled to get away from the needle. "Stop, please! I don't want this!"
But, for some others...
Tear streamed freely down his cheeks, his thrashing becoming weaker as he tired himself out. He couldn't get away now, he was too weak to fight any longer.
Happy endings are within reach...
His thrashing and fighting slowed to a stop as his body gave up, being to weak and tired to move, but tears still fell down his face as the needle neared his arm. 'Stop.. please.."
"Its alright boy, it'll be over for the night soon.." A small cry escaped his lips as the needle pierced his skin. The plunger was pushed down, then everything was on fire. The medicine injected into his veins felt like lava flowing through his body. He screamed, struggling beginning anew as he tried to put of the fire in his body.
He screamed for what seemed like hours and the burning concoction flowed through his veins.
And all they have to do is grab it...
He screamed until his throat was raw, his shouts becoming hoarse and painful. The screams faded into silent cries as it became to painful to keep up the noise.
He was lifted up, and carried back to his prison of a room and placed on the hard uncomfortable bed none to carefully. The cool blankets felt good on his burning body. The door shut as the men filed out, locking the door firmly behind them.
When the fire began to dull in his body, he weakly turned onto his side, curling up in a ball with his knees hugged to his chest. A hand went a lightly touch the back of his neck, making him both sad and angry at the marks etched into the skin there.
"I'm not a lab rat... I'm a human..." sobs shook is body as he spoke to himself. "Why are they doing this to me..."
After about an hour, he was calmed down again, the fire in his body burned out and the tears dry and gone for the time being. With a sigh, he pulled off the hair tie he was wearing, letting his golden hair fall around him, forming curtains around his face and covering the numbers on the back of his neck.
He would try again.. he wasn't going to simply take this for the rest of his life, however short or long it may be. He would get out, and he would try as many times as he needed to before he got his freedom. I'f he didn't get out, he could never be himself again.
he could never be 'Mathew' again. he would always be a science experiment, number 1867, as his neck so kindly displayed for tall the scientists. If he stayed here, he would only be a experiment, an attempt to create super soldiers for the army.
But he wasn't going to stay. One day, he would get out and leave this place behind him forever. He would be Mathew Williams again. He just didn't know when.
Just grab onto that happy ending which is so commonly found in worlds of make-believe..
If only their hands weren't chained down...
Mathew vowed that get out, even if it killed him. He refused to give in to them.
So its up to them..
To break the chains.
A/N: So, what do you think? I come up with the oddest stuff sometimes...
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