Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts or its characters. I am not profiting from this story.
This is my first KH fic. I'll be honest, I have no clue where this will eventually end up, what the relationships will be, whether or not it will have a happy ending because I haven't planned that far yet. MXM/FXF may appear if it fits the story, but there will be het too. If this offends you, don't read. Do not flame me, it won't stop me writing. Constructive criticism is most welcome, however. And any praise is met with jumping up a down and possibly dancing around the room like an idiot and great appreciation.
And on to the prologue.
Never Look Back
Prologue
They say it happened in the blink of an eye, in a flash of blinding light. With an explosion that sucked the air from the lungs. They say the lucky ones died.
Whole cities, whole countries were laid to waste and left to crumble, the once lush fields left as poisonous wastelands. The chemicals that spilled into the water and food supplies left thousands with strange mutations. Some grew limbs that looked like wings, or had the ability to manipulate their environment. These were taken deep underground where the remaining laboratories were housed, never to be seen again. But the ones the scientists really wanted to see, to study were the ones who claimed to be able to read minds and feelings. They were the most useful; they didn't look any different from a normal human. They were the most dangerous. They had to be kept under control.
And if any of the specimens did manage to escape they were hunted relentlessly.
Everything burned. Every muscle in his body screamed at him to stop, to rest. The thick smog made his eyes itch and his vision swim. His hands were encrusted with dirt and bleeding from countless tiny cuts.
He could feel presences behind him; hear the raised voices as his pursuers shouted at each other. He scrambled up another pile of rubble only to tumble down the other side. He couldn't see where he had landed, the smog too thick to even see his hand in front of his face. He pushed himself to his feet, attempting to ignore the pain that shot up his left leg. He started forward, his hands outstretched before him.
His fingers met a solid surface, cold and jagged. He shuffled to the side, hands pressed against the barrier trying to find a way through.
Behind him the voices were getting louder, closer. He could hear their foot falls and their curses. He heard a clang as something was knocked off the pile of rubble.
He tried to shuffle further along the wall, his stomach falling as he found a join, the two barriers boxing him in.
His pursuers were so close he could hear their shouts easily and their angry thoughts even easier.
He tried to double back only to crash into a moving mass and be knocked to the floor. He heard a twang, felt a stabbing pain just below his ribcage before falling into unconsciousness.
Above him, cold eyes looked down at his prone form for a moment before pulling something from a pocket.
"Target acquired."