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The young boy, he was almost eight, though he didn't look it, watched the metal door of his room. It wouldn't stop him; he was escaping today and no one would keep him here anymore. The White Coats all thought he was weak but he wasn't; he was strong. He was going to get away and then there would be no more injections, no more pain.
The White Coats thought they knew everything about him, to them he was just experiment thirteen, but they didn't. He had kept secrets; he was good at that. They didn't know what he was capable of.
Experiment Thirteen took a deep breath as the door opened. It wasn't one of the usual White Coats which gave him an advantage. They would look at him and see a miracle; the first one to survive the tests. They wouldn't see a boy, or see that he was smarter than he acted.
He got up to meekly follow the man. There was completely silence as they walked but the experiment wasn't surprised; they only talked to him when they were giving orders. Thirteen had held back during the many tests, that way they wouldn't know how strong he was, but now he used a little more of his strength to break his bindings. He kicked the white coat in the knee, grabbed his key card and ran.
The young boy had spent practically his whole life living, if you could call it that, in the labs and he knew where to go. He ducked into a camera's blind spot and then quickly moved into a side room.
Thirteen didn't know what the tingling sensation was but it was very handy. He had first felt it when they had been about to inject him with something. This jarring feeling had appeared in his head which resulted in him attempting to pull away; he couldn't of course and the needle broke his skin. Later he discovered that they had given him a mild poison; not something that would kill him but was very painful. They had wanted to see how his body handled it and took notes while he curled up on the ground and tried not to puke.
After that he had quickly figured out the feeling occurred whenever something bad was going to happen; he felt it a lot.
The boy waited behind the door as he heard several people run by. Once the footsteps had died down he started moving again. He was careful to stay out of view of the cameras. He was nearly at the exit doors when an alarm started to ring and he cursed. He had learned the swear word from a white coat; the man had said it when Thirteen had bitten him. The boy had regretted it since the action had resulted in a broken arm.
He skidded to a stop in front of the door and swiped the car. There was a moment, where he worried it wouldn't work, before the door opened and he lunged through.
Here he was at a disadvantage as he didn't know the area anymore; he had never been brought here. There was no sciency stuff and instead a lot of desks and confused looking people. He quickly picked a direction and ran; the boy ducked through a door and found himself in a hall. At the end was a door with a large exit sign of it. Thirteen stared at it in disbelief; surely that was a trap, but hearing running from behind him he knew he didn't have a choice. The experiment ran forward, pushed the door open, and stood blinking in the bright light of outside.
Thirteen could dimly remember sunshine from before he had been given away but it had been a long time ago and he didn't have time to enjoy the warmth as he knew the guards would follow him out. The boy looked around and his eyes lit up when he saw some stairs. They started halfway up the wall so he would half to jump, and the moment he did he saw that he had misjudged the height. He hit the wall instead; to his surprise he stuck there and he wasted a few precious seconds in shock before he quickly started climbing.
The boy rolled over the edge onto the roof and collapsed back. He could hear the guards searching the ally and finally allowed himself to relax; his body was starting to hurt now that he had stopped moving cause while he might be stronger than other people he was still a kid.
Thirteen waited, enjoying the sun on his face, until it started to go down and things quieted. He couldn't hear the guards anymore so he slowly climbed back down towards the ground. The streets were mostly empty now and he stopped to gawp at the buildings. The few people still out were staring at him though so he quickly hurried on.
The boy decided the first thing he needed was new clothes; the rags he was wearing would call too much attention. They had been white once but were darker now, stained with his blood and sweat. There were cuts and holes all over too, he was starting to shiver, for needles and tubes; he would be happy to never see them again.
Thirteen started down the street; his head kept turning side to side as he tried to look at everything. The buildings near him had a lot of stuff in them but as he moved on they started to look nicer; they didn't have the large windows anymore and seemed to be warmer. It was near one of these buildings that he found some bags with a sign. There were words on it but the boy had never learned to read.
His eyes lit of and the bags were opened quickly. Most of the clothes didn't fit him but he found some stretchy black pants that were fairly warm. After more digging he found a blue shirt with some sort of animal on it as well as some more writing.
There was even a thicker shirt, red, that he pulled on over the smaller one; he was feeling much warmer now and started walking again. Thirteen wanted to get as far away from the labs as possible. He was starting to feel tired too; not surprising considering all the running he had been doing plus the lack of food. The White Coats had decided they wanted to see how much food he needed to function. His stomach growled and he shushed it; he couldn't see any food around so he ignored the pain and climbed back onto a roof. The young boy felt safer up high above the streets and it seemed like a good place to rest.
The wind started blowing and Thirteen shivered. He was used to the cold; the White Coats hadn't kept his room very warm but the wind was new to him. He quickly found some shelter behind a small building. The young boy wasn't sure why it was on top of a roof but he wasn't going to complain. He had briefly considered going inside but it seemed small and he was through with small spaces.
The boy hadn't actually planned on sleeping, not in this strange new world, but his escape combined with the relief of being free and lack of food had weakened him. When he opened his eyes again the sun was shining and he basked in the warmth. He decided he was never going inside again.
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I have looked this over so many times and am still not a hundred percent certain of it. What do you guys think? I thought i'd try a different style since I'm writing a younger character and I'm not sure what I think of it. Do you think I should keep trying or revert back to my old style? Either way I hope you enjoy this; it will be an AU where the Avenger's don't know each other, not yet at least haha, and don't have powers either. Originally I had Thirteen being able to read but after some awesome advice I decided to change it. For those who are interested the shirt says Here comes trouble. Opinions are appreciated. This is rated mature for flashbacks.
Also I am almost finished the next chapter for Complications.
