Prologue

He opened his blue eyes and stared at the concrete floor that glowed in the moonlight from the only window in the room. It was already night and he was supposed to be asleep, but somehow he couldn't bring himself to sleep, knowing that the moment he closed his eyes the recurring nightmares would appear again. And even though it wasn't much of difference to him if he was awake or not since his reality was truly a living nightmare. It was not even the kind of nightmare that you snap out of it and wake up when you wanted to and everything was magically all right again. No, but that was just one of the many joys of his life.

Just thinking about the nightmare brought shivers up his spine, so instead he tried to focus on something else and looked down at his hands. His hands were covered in bandages that went up to his wrists. He thought back on how he had received those injuries on his hands earlier in afternoon during his training. What he was training was a mystery itself, however the training was tough and put a lot of pressure on him. And it certainly didn't help that they were ruthless and didn't allow any mistakes from his side.

It had been painful, but the difference between this pain and any other kind of pain was that it was almost unbearable to endure physically, mentally and emotionally, especially when they are holding you down with knives piercing through hands. The reason behind their actions was to punish him. Disobedience and stubbornness was dangerous traits to possess in the world he was living in and unfortunately he was blessed with both, so it wasn't to hard to believe that they would stab and let him have knife blade sticking out of his hands like it was nothing wrong.

Just the thought of it made him want to puke all over again, like he had done once they had released him and taken him to the infirmary to check out the damage. It had only been pure luck that his hands still worked and it would only leave two huge stabbing scars on his hands. Not that the man who actually scared him, cared about his wellbeing or anything, but the people who was in charge of keeping him here in this unknown facility didn't want broken goods. That's what he was in his world. He was only property to someone else, meaning he was only alive as long as he was useful to his superiors and they would probably throw him away as soon he was of no use to them anymore.

He exhaled and shook his head, the dark thoughts that was piercing through his mind was not getting him anywhere in this hellhole, so why bother to keep thinking about it? He wasn't sure, but he was else could he do in this place. Most of his days consisted in training, school and more training. They wouldn't let him do anything else unless they deemed it as part of his training or education, which was very little and was in no way entertaining in his opinion.

As he thought this the door to his cell opened and one of the many guards that protecting this place entered the room. He knew from experience not to say a word to the guards, unless he wanted to be hit with the guard's gun. And to be honest it hurt a lot and gave him a big headache later. The guard grabbed his right arm and pulled him up from the ground.

"Move it, brat," the guard hissed. The man's grip tightened and he flinched from the pain, but he still kept quiet. "The boss wants to see you."

The guard didn't wait for him to respond instead just dragged him out of the cell and lead down an empty hallway. The lights were dim and he couldn't see very clearly where exactly he was going, but the guard didn't seem hesitate in his movement as they continued walk down the hall without meeting anyone else. They walked down what seemed to be a never-ending corridor until the guard stopped in front of a door that was resided on the left side of the hall. And without warning he was pushed inside and heard the door lock shut behind him.

He fell hard on the floor and tried to lessen the fall by using his hands, but the minute he did that he felt the pain from earlier pierce through him like a blade. The pain came instant and was almost unbearable to endure; however he knew that the boss and everyone were watching him. And there was no chance that he was going to let them to kick him when he was down and view him as weak. He was a lot of things, but he was certainly not weak. So he forced himself up and placed neutral facial expression. They were sitting in the shadows, observing him like he was a caged animal, but he was determined not to fall for their games. So he stood there perfectly still and waited. Not sound or movement was made and he wasn't sure how long he stood there, but silence was broken when someone laughed and began clapping his hands.

"Bravo," the man said and continued clapping like he had done some kind of impressive trick. The man moved closer to the light so he got a better view of him, but he had already gotten a clue of his nature from the small actions he had delivered. Initially the man appeared easy-going with a flippant sense of humor, however it was all just façade. This man was the type of person who was cunning and the most dangerous type to be associated with, despite being dressed in a dark sophisticated suit and his ash blond hair being neatly brushed to look respectably. However there was nothing respectable about him with the taunting look he got from those ash-mauve eyes, telling him that he had plans that could no way be considered humane. The worst part was that he was pretty sure he was going to be part of those plans. "He is certainly a diamond in the rogue, isn't he?"

The other men murmured between themselves, obviously agreeing with the man's notion. He couldn't care less about their opinion of him, but he would appreciated that they got over the whole excitement and let him leave since he felt more or less unconformable standing there like a fool.

"You have a great potential in this business and I look forward to see that happen," the man began explaining. The man moved closer towards him like a cat approaching a mouse, the grin on the man's face grew and he could feel all his hairs stick up. He was very hesitant this man and wanted more than any thing to run as far away from that he could, since the man reminded him of a cat that was hunting its target and was just ready to swallow him whole without a second moment, but he remained perfectly still and kept his full attention on the man as he continued explaining. "However the problem is that you are too disobedient and head-strong for your own good, which is why we need to knock some sense into you in order for you to understand that there are great consequences with every action you do."

As the cat man stopped a few feet away from him, a new pair of footsteps was coming his way. The problem was the person behind those footsteps, who scuffs when he walks and whistles one of the few songs he knew about with pride and taunt whenever he got the permission to do whatever he pleases. Fear came as a punch to his stomach and it was pure instinct that he began taking hesitant steps away, but the cat man wasn't allowing him to do so by holding firmly around his arm and kept him from going anywhere. This person was one of his real life nightmares and he was truly the most horrible and terrifying person you could ever meet.

"Vinnie, glad you could join us," the cat man said enthusiastically, though he was pretty sure there was nothing to be enthusiastic about, especially if Vinnie was involved.

"Always happy to help, boss," Vinnie said. Vinnie stopped next to him and was twirling a small knife between his fingers. "What exactly am I allowed to do?"

"Well, I believe that what happened this afternoon was way too the extreme. The point is not to damage him to the point where I have no use to him. He will be my golden goose once he polished him enough, so I would say scare and whip him for now at least. But if he continues to resist then you get more options to pick from," the cat man said. The cat man gave Vinnie a warning look before he and his group left, leaving him alone with Vinnie the monster. Vinnie placed the knife he had been playing with back into the holster that hung on his leather belt, but he removed the holster and placed it on the floor before he pulled the belt out from the belt. Vinnie tighten the belt in his hands and slapped it against the floor, and then he turned his attention on him.

"Are you ready?" Vinnie said viciously. "…Alan"

Hearing his name was strange and unnatural for him to hear due to his circumstances, especially when most people normally called him just brat or simply the ghost, but that was a sign that told him that he couldn't fight against him. Vinnie would be harming him in a painful way, but he wasn't going to fight him since that only meant Vinnie was getting exactly what he wanted. To be able to punish him by just whipping and scaring the life out of him was better than what Vinnie wanted, and he for one was not going to let Vinnie get what he wanted. Not as long as he lived. So instead he closed his eyes and waited for the nightmares to start again.

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New story, I hope you guys is going to like it because I have a really good feeling about this story. However I can't promise how soon the next chapter will come, but I will say that I will try updating as soon as I can.

So in case you didn't know I have just recently finished my first long-written story, which was a TB story called I'm Still Here, check it out if you haven't. While this story is going to share some similar genres like my other story, but this story is going to mainly focus on the friendship between Alan and Fermat. However I do must warn you this story is strictly an AU story, but I will explain the circumstances later on as the story goes since this is only the prologue.

I also have to mention this that I don't own Thunderbirds or any of the characters (other than the ones I create), it belongs to Gerry and Sylvia Anderson. The story is however mine. Anyways please review, favorite and follow, because it is really appreciated and I hope to update soon.

Sincerely yours,

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