A happy thank you to HatsuneForever and Ryuchu for reviewing ^^ and of course, a thank you to all of the silent birdies out there for keeping up with this lil' story of mine. Here is part III~!
-Sunset
Ryuchu: You have such yummy words, they make me feel all tingly-happy inside :9 I tried to put in some more setting in for you but unfortunately, with the way I have the story formatted and planned, I can't go in all that deep. But I'll try a bit harder, so let's see how it goes, kay? ^^
Disclaimer: I don't own Vocaloid in any way, shape of form. Also, the "song" is called Clover from the manga Clover by Clamp. So I don't own that either.
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So take me
Somewhere far from here
Please take me
To happiness
Waking into consciousness, the small boy slowly lifted his head up, his neck feeling sore for reasons he couldn't quite identify. Blinking wearily, his unbandaged eye fluttered lightly, the act imperceptible to the ones positioned by his sides. Immediately assaulted by an explosion of bright colors and blurred shapes, the boy's mind screamed, the pain sharper than knives. Snapping his eye shut again, Oliver willed himself to fall into a false sense of security.
But even in a reality where only he existed, nothing made sense. It was as if his mind was wrapped in a hazy white fog, aggravatingly thick and dense. Unable to keep a firm grasp on his focus, a series of images fluttered behind Oliver's eyes, each moving too fast for him to fully comprehend.
The meadow. Clovers. His fingers moving swiftly. James chirping. A group of people? Three? No, five. Magenta hair. A gun. Blurred green. Him running? Pain. Ah, electrocution. A rough hand. Laser lights. From…from…James? Right. Because James is a killdoll. Right. So he was attacked? Where was James anyways? How weird. The mechanical bird was usually never too far from his side….Where was he? A clank. A clatter? Something unmoving? Was that James? JAMES!
A knife.
Darkness.
Realization shocking his system, the honeyed eye burst open. Trembling violently, the boy looked around frantically, taking in his unfamiliar surroundings. Quickly reaching the conclusion that he was no longer in the birdcage, a deeper fear settled into his heart. Something important was going to happen. Drastic. Life changing. He could feel it.
He hoped he was wrong.
Watching his bound legs and ankles drag against dirty gray tiles, the blonde head swiveled to stare at the plain white walls marked by heavy looking wood doors. Searching for the nature he's grown up with, the boy couldn't understand why he couldn't see even a tiny patch of green. Wasn't grass supposed to grow everywhere?
Lost in a world that wasn't his, the boy's heart pounded painfully. Looking up to take comfort in the everlasting sky, Oliver audibly gasped when he realized that his beautiful sky was covered with a hideous expanse of metal tubes and piping. He didn't know where he was. But one thing was painfully clear: he preferred the birdcage.
Reacting to his outburst, two startled faces looked down at him. Were they there before? There was a man with silver hair messily pulled into a small ponytail and unamused red eyes and a woman with long black hair strung in twintails. Her eyes were red too but slightly lighter in color. They looked...psychotic. He immediately decided that he didn't like her. Recognizing their matching white lab coats and they way they clutched his bound forearms, Oliver finally understood how his current situation came to be. The scientists were making their move. The final wisps of the white haze disappeared, his most recent memory was finally intact.
The results were instantaneous.
Honey eye glinting hard with resolute determination, the small boy started to struggle with all of his might. As a string of startled curses and vulgarities bloomed into the air, the boy dug his bare heels into the floor, ignoring the dull pain in his right ankle and left knee. Shattering the tiles under the force of his heels, a burst of dust, cement and tile shards exploded around the trio. Watching his captors shudder into heaving coughs, Oliver took the opportunity to throw himself forwards. Flying out of the weakened grips, he crashed into the floor shoulder first, cracking more tiles in the process. Rolling to the right and smashing into a wall, he stifled a groan that would have surely revealed his location in the uplifted dust.
Taking a deep breath, he pushed his arms and wrists outwards, making easy work of the synthetic rope looped against his skin. Unable to resist the temptation, he placed a quick hand on his head, relived and amazed to see that his sailor's hat had miraculously managed to stay on his head throughout the entire ordeal. Moving on to free his legs and ankles, Oliver screamed out when he felt the familiar burst of electricity dig into his body.
As if escape could ever be easy.
Convulsing against the extended burst, the honey eyed boy gasped out pitifully, eye rolling back. Enduring too many consecutive shocks, the small body struggled to heal itself at the rate it usually did. Drool spilling from the corner of his mouth, the tiny form curled into himself, a pathetic form of defense. Shivering without control, Oliver began to drift into the space between consciousness and unconsciousness. Struggling to regain his senses, Oliver heard a voice that almost made him cry out with relief.
"Stooopppp! Miss Zatsune! Mr. Honne! Stop!" Gasping heavily, Galaco appeared from the dust cloud that had yet to fully settle. Panting, with her hands on her knees, the young assistant struggled to catch her breath. With sweat rolling down her forehead, the girl's usually pristine long hair looked messy and windblown. Moving again, she stood in front the fallen boy, attempting to protect him with her body. Looking at her superiors desperately, she shouted out, "Please! You shouldn't take him out of the birdcage just yet! It's still too early! The preliminary meds have yet to fully settle! Y-you…You'll ruin the experiment!"
Eyes narrowing at the unexpected guest, the black haired woman snarled out, "Galaco! What are you doing here?"
Flinching ever so slightly, the young assistant stammered out, "T-to warn you a-and the others that you might be moving the e-experiment too f-fast."
Shaking her head ominously, the older clarified, "No. What are you doing here, in this section of the building? You're not supposed to have access."
"I-I was o-originally s-sent here on an errand when I heard all the noise."
Smirking dangerously, the woman asked a final question, ensuring her victory. "Who sent you?"
It was her eyes that gave her away. Galaco's fate was sealed. Watching the scene unfold from behind Galaco's legs, Oliver saw the silver haired man reach into the pocket of his lab coat, the shape of the bulge all too recognizable. "Galaco!" Snapping to attention at the hoarse yell, the young assistant's gaze flickered between Oliver's and the gun suddenly pointed in her direction. It was a moment's hesitation. But time does not forgive, even those with the noblest of intentions.
Speared by the bullet, the girl staggered back, regret etched onto her face.
The world moved slowly for Galaco. Stomach exploding in pain, she crumpled to her knees. Gripping her stomach tightly, the young assistant watched her own blood bubble from between her fingertips, pouring without end. Heavy and hot, the thick liquid dyed her skin and dress into a deadly red, a sight grotesquely beautiful. Hacking up the blood that rushed up her throat, the girl distinctly heard Miss Zatsune cackle wildly with delight. "See that girl? We have no need for lying and traitorous shits. Considered yourself fired."
Stunned into silence, Oliver curled deeper into himself. His world was shattering and he had no idea how to fix it. If he closed his eyes, could he pretend that it never happened? Warm blood dried against his skin. Stained with death, the psychotic woman continued to speak, her voice casual and almost sing-songy. "You know what Galaco, I really think this was all….destined to happen. After all, now that I think about it, you're probably the reason this alllllllll happened. We told you over and over again not to tell the subject all those stupid stories of yours. And you just didn't listen. You just. Didn't. Listen." Peeking up, Oliver saw her smile, crazed and absolutely terrifying. "Pity I didn't you kill earlier. Could have saved ourselves from this entire dilemma. I mean, it's been really fun and all but there was too much extra work if you ask me… "
The voice was madness. Insanity bit into the boy. It's contagious after all. Corrupting the young soul with its poisonous grip, the tiny flower of hope Galaco had painstakingly tended to was quickly dying. Or maybe….it was already dead?
James was dead. Galaco was dying. He was in a place he didn't recognize surrounded by the very people who ruined it all. His world was destroyed beyond hope and nothing would ever be the same. Was it because of his song? Was it because of his wish? If he never sang, then would have everything stayed the same? If he never wished, would James and Galaco still be safe and alive?
From somewhere deep inside, something told him 'yes'. So it was his fault after all….
Tears spilling down his cheeks, Oliver didn't resist as the silver haired scientist picked him up by the arm. Sensing the boy's mental defeat with indifferent eyes, the man slung the tiny boy over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. The movement caused the boy's head to bounce and his sailor's hat fluttered into the air.
Watching the hat with dead eyes, his arm instinctively shot out and snatched the hat out of the air. Holding the material tight in his fist, the boy found himself refusing to let go. It was his last link to sanity.
Watching a small army of guards flood into the hallway, Oliver closed his eyes. Would they kill him earlier if he let them do as they pleased? He could only hope. Handed off to a burlier guard, the blonde boy opened his eye to catch a final glimpse of his friend. He would not say goodbye. Their eyes met - honey onto orange. He always did think they were sorta pretty. Smiling in his direction lovingly with a gun aimed at her temple, tears slipped from Galaco's eyes. Her death was seconds away and she knew it. Moving her lips, Galaco whispered words that she knew only the genetically modified boy could hear.
"He's come for you."
A gun went off. Red burst into the hallway. And once again, the world went black. After all, Dell wasn't all that fond of unnecessary risks.
My first thought is of you
My last wish is for you
A promised land where fairies wait
With room with just enough for two
Please take me
Resting against the trunk of a tree, Gakupo fiddled with his fingers nervously. The bracelet the girl had given him earlier seemed to be doing its job but it still didn't stop the creepy forest animals from watching him. Arranged in a misshapen circle, thousands of tiny eyes watched him, unnaturally focused and unblinking. Gakupo wondered if the animals gave the same treatment to all visitors of the woods.
Guessing by the name 'killdoll', he had to guess no.
Pinned under their gazes, the violet haired man couldn't help but wonder: what made him so special? Why watch him so seriously? Why surround him in such a way? He wasn't singing so what was the deal?
Running a hand over his face, the man dejectedly accepted that he would probably never find out. Tapping his head back against the tree, Gakupo let a new concern occupy his mind.
"Oliver."
Whispering the word out loud, Gakupo was amazed with how the name slid so easily off of his tongue. It was as if he said it before. Maybe. He tried again.
"Oliver."
A pleasant warmth filled his chest. Caressing the sound, he dragged it deep inside. Hopefully, a bell would ring. Maybe his memories would unlock. With luck, he'd finally understand.
He got nothing.
Slouching in disappointment, he persistently tried to imagine the person named 'Oliver'. But instead of a clear picture, he only imagined what he always did: a small but warm hand and a beautiful smile. His brain simply refused to go further. Frustrated with his apparent lack of imagination, Gakupo headed into a territory he spent years avoiding.
Was he in love? Was he really, honestly, in 'love'? By the age of nineteen, Gakupo obviously knew that there were different kinds of love. There was the kind you felt for your parents and the kind for a pet. The kind reserved just for your friends and the kind dedicated to a single lover.
However, what he felt for his someone was something extremely similar and monumentally different to all of those. Gakupo knew what his friends thought; he could see it in their eyes. Even Luka declared it herself: he 'loved' someone other than she.
But what kind of love was it? It was a question without an answer. It was too big, too mysterious, too constant to be named and that scared him. And now that he knew that his someone was a boy, he didn't know how far he wanted to take it. Where was the beginning? Where was the end? What did he want? What did he hope to achieve? He was finally going to complete his years long secret desire and he didn't even know what he wanted from it.
Was it a one-time deal? Something life long? Would they keep in touch? Be friends? Something more? It was something he never bothered to think about. Ok. Ok. He'd admit it. He was in love with the presence that always seemed to reside in the deepest part of his soul. But the moment was quickly approaching; he simply didn't know what to do with it.
There was also a question of what the boy wanted and expected. How did Oliver feel about the entire situation? Did he have any memory of their past relationship? Would he recognize Gakupo?
Gakupo promised the girl he'd 'save him'. What did that even mean? What would they be escaping from? Would they be chased? Was he putting his life in danger? Scary thing was, he wasn't scared for himself but for Oliver. Would he be able to protect him from all the dangers that seemed to surround him?
Groaning loudly in frustration, the forest animals stared with unblinking eyes. Hoping to ease his troubled mind, Gakupo took a deep breath and started to sing a verse from their song. "A bird in a cage. A bird without wings. A bird without a voice. A lonely bird. So please take me to happiness."
Happiness. In the end, it was all about happiness. Was he capable of giving it?
A bird flew down and landed by his hand. Staring wearily at the bird that wasn't really a bird, he flinched when the mechanical thing opened its beak. Chirping out a tune, Gakupo noted that the thing didn't really sound like an actual bird. The sound was too calculated, too precise. Instead of random cheeps and chirps, the tune itself had a rhythm and rhyme to it that was eerily familiar.
As the other birds began to join in, the final piece fell in place. It was the song. Their song. His and Oliver's. They were….singing it. Insanely creeped out, Gakupo sat very still, afraid to make any sudden movements.
But soon enough, the squirrels and chipmunks started to nudge at his feet, his hands pressed against the ground. Hissing at the surrealness of it all, Gakupo shot to his feet, careful to not step on anything that could kill him.
To his disappointment, the creepiness didn't end there. Pushing persistently against his back, arms, and legs, the animals and birds continued to nudge him forward, forcing him to move. Seeing a flock of birds in front of him, Gakupo sighed and started to willingly follow behind. The girl had told him to wait and hide in the forest but she never really specified for long. Maybe the animals were the signal. After all, he was already surrounded by a group of killer forest animals. Might as well follow them while he was at it.
I want to forget reality
To be in my dreams with you
Where I can be thinking of you forever
Please take me to happiness
Opening his eyes for the second time, Oliver awoke to a plain white ceiling devoid of metal tubing. Lifting his hands to protect his eyes from the harsh light thrust into his face, he was shocked to find that both appendages were held in place by some piece of metal. Squirming around, the blonde quickly realized that his ankles, legs, chest and neck were in the same situation.
Attempting to use his modified strength against the metal bindings, Oliver immediately realized that the effort was useless. Rewarded with tiny sparks of electricity and cut skin, it became clear that he wasn't going to be escaping anytime soon.
Clutching the material of his hat tightly in one hand, the boy refused to give up. Galaco told him. He was found. The person he was waiting for finally came. He couldn't give up!
"You know, for a kid that seemed to give up on life, you're oddly energetic…."
Twisting towards the sound, Oliver was met with a harsh pain that stopped him from even turning his head. Though in retrospect, the action was unnecessary. Oliver knew who the monotonous voice belonged to – the silver haired scientist.
Renewing his struggles, Oliver yelled out, "Let me go!"
Laughing wickedly, the crazy black haired woman replied, "No can do! The fun didn't even start yet!"
"F-fun?" Faltering at her tone of voice, the small boy could only imagine the hideous smile stretched onto her face. Hearing an odd set of clatters coming from his left, the crazy woman continued to speak.
"It's such a shame the others couldn't be here with us. You see, your faulty killdoll killed Ted and severely injured Yuuma, Big-Al and Yuu. They're in the medical wing right now getting patched up. Wicked injuries, those three….no four had. Makes me want to buy a bird for myself." Giggling at the thought, the woman added, "But Gumi will be here though! I don't really like her since she's a cowardly pussy but she's bringing the goods so I couldn't not invite her, ya know?"
Leaning over his restrained body to peer into his eyes, the crazy exclaimed, "Look alive! After all, this is what we alllllll worked so hard for! I can't wait to see you with your full power! Oh, the delicious things you'll do! And the testing! I get excited just thinking about it!"
"Oy Miku, back away. Don't blame me if he hurts you."
"Awww, Dellll. You're no fun." Disappearing out of his sight, the one called Miku whined, "You're too cautious for your own good!"
"Uh-huh. And that's why you're not hurt and the others are."
Sighing dejectedly, the woman had no retort for that. Hearing a metal door slide open and shut, Miku yelled out, "About time you showed up Gumi! I was getting bored waiting here for you and I think Mr. test subject is starting to get nervous."
"Sorry. Sorry. I was checking out the killdolls outside. They're acting all weird. There's a good bunch all clumped together but I can't see why. It's as if they're….hiding something. But I think that's just me being paranoid."
"Yeah, yeah. Let's just get this show on the road, shall we?"
"Dell, go and prepare his eye please."
Approaching from behind, the one called Dell cut away the bandages covering Oliver's right eye. Getting a bad feeling about what was to come, the boy squeezed both eyes shut, determined to prolong the upcoming injection for as long as possible.
Sighing at the act, Dell frowned and applied a quick shock to the boy's neck. And as his eye flew open, Dell promptly secured a device that kept it wide open. Raw panic bloomed in the small boy's chest. Feeling violated to a whole new level, Oliver struggled with newfound determination. However, it was a pointless act and deep down inside, Oliver knew it. Bound to an unyielding metal table with his eye spread wide and vulnerable, he knew that whatever they were trying to put in him would change him forever. He'd turn into something other than 'Oliver' and that was a future he did not wish to see.
Bending over him, the green haired woman came at him with a long needle. Shadowed by the bright light above, he watched the needle's pointed edge zoom in. Whimpering lowly, hot tears fell from his eyes. He didn't want to change! As the slosh of the liquid echoed in his ears, Oliver opened his mouth to scream out. To beg. Anything. But even his voice had abandoned him.
Pausing at the last moment, the woman looked to the side and for the briefest of moments, Oliver hoped. He hoped that she had changed her mind. He hoped that they wouldn't inject him after all. It was a short lived hope.
"Hey, Dell? Why does he have a hat in his hand?"
"He refused to let go. Figured there was no point in trying any harder."
Accepting the explanation, the woman nodded once and continued her task. Finding his voice, Oliver screamed out. The sound was broken, desperate and pitiable in the truest sense possible. But the woman never stopped and no one ever came.
His right eye exploded into heat. Enveloping his body, all he could see was the light: bright, pure, and all-powerful. And within those moments of heat and light, the boy named 'Oliver' ceased to be.
I wish for happiness.
I seek happiness.
To find happiness with you.
To be your happiness.
Somewhere inside his chest, Gakupo felt something shatter and burn. It was hard to say what but something certainly did. Falling to his feet, the violet haired man gasped out at the crushing pain. He was breaking from the inside out. He was dying and not dying and for a moment he forgot which was which. Dry heaving on his hands and knees, his sight blurred. He could see nothing and everything.
No one had to tell him – because he knew. Something had gone terribly wrong; his precious person had been hurt. Oliver had been hurt.
And if the sudden pain wasn't enough of a clue, then the insistent chirping and chattering surrounding him was. The gentle and soothing sound that once surrounded the odd group was gone. Panic and maybe even desperation filled his ears, echoing without end. Time was slipping and once again, Gakupo was on his feet, an act done without his mind's consent.
Following the crowd, every step wobbled. Stuck in a cloud of feathers and fur, everything moved too fast and too slow. His chest burst and then he felt nothing at all.
Standing at the forest limit, he looked out with a dazed look in his eye. The pain had disappeared as quickly as it came and without a thought, he stepped forward while the animals stayed back. They were leaving him to continue on his own. Suddenly unsure of what to do, Gakupo looked back at his unlikely helpers. Begging with his eyes, he urged the deadly animals to come along, as foolish as it seemed. However, despite his wishes, the animals stayed where they were, trapped, unable to move past their programmed barrier.
Picking up the song again, the birds sang, a solemn sound. The wind kissed his cheek. Enveloped by the sound, Gakupo finally understood. And instead of nervousness, he felt pity. Because just like him, the forest animals were entranced by the single and beautiful song that resounded in all of their hearts, mechanical or not. Just like him, the animals desperately wanted to help save the origin of the voice, the sentiment unexplainable.
It was time. He would save what they all loved. It could only be him. So some way or another, he'd figure it out.
My first thought is of you
My last wish for you
A promised land where fairies wait
With room with just enough for two
Breathing heavily, all Oliver could hear was himself. Ragged breaths filled his ears, in and out, in and out.
With his eyes wide open, the only thing he could see was that wretched white light. It hurt to look at it but at the same time, he couldn't look away. It was as if such an action wasn't allowed.
Twitching his fingers experimentally, he felt an unknown power thrum under his skin, pulsing erratically. Accidentally letting go of the hat clutched tightly in his palm, he felt it flutter to the floor, every movement unusually heightened.
As the white light began to recede, the boy started to hear a variety of other sounds. A series of rhythmic drips. Water (?) gushing out onto the floor. The creaking of metal. Electricity sparking.
A heavy scent of iron and burned meat filled the space. He didn't like it.
Falling into darkness, it took a moment for Oliver to realize that it wasn't his eye that was faulty but that the lights had gone out for some unknown reason. Mildly thankful that the scientists gave him the ability to be able to see in the dark, Oliver absentmindedly pulled his body up into a sitting position. With the simple action, he heard the sound of metal screech and tear. Staring at the torn material with startled confusion, Oliver belatedly remembered that the scientists had bound him to the table. Easily tearing his legs away from their bindings, the boy came to the conclusion that the scientists must have put some sort of body strengthener into his system.
Momentarily captivated into watching his skin knit itself back together from the cuts bestowed by the torn metal, Oliver took a look around, unable to understand why he was left all by himself in a room that looked like it endured a powerful explosion. It wasn't that he was ungrateful of the situation. No. He was just….confused. Under normal circumstances, he would have expected at least guard or….something. Looking around again, he couldn't sense a single person for miles. It was all very weird. But it didn't matter. He had more important things to worry about. He had to find the one he was waiting for.
Hopping off the table, his bare feet landed in a puddle of something hot and slippery. Frowning at the unpleasant sensation, he decided to ignore it, writing it off as a spilled drug. Bending down to look for his hat, Oliver's eyes flared open in surprise as he came face to face with a floor drenched in blood.
Hastily snatching his hat off the floor, his fingers brushed against something warm and squishy. Yanking his hand back, Oliver stared at the unknown item, squinting in concentration.
It was an odd shape, one that he really wasn't all that familiar with. But Galaco gave him a biology lesson a few times. It was…the intestines? Swallowing down a pocket of air with considerable difficulty, his eyes mindlessly traveled higher, landing on a pair of hips with the legs still attached. Singed considerably, blood gushed out of the severed half and crawled towards his toes, licking the skin upon contact.
Hyperventilating, the boy scrambled back in an attempt to create distance between himself and the severed body. Unable to find register against the bloody floor, Oliver slipped and slammed back into the table he previously strapped to, accidentally shoving himself right through the metallic substance in the process.
With ragged pieces of metal scratching up his back, the small boy shivered in fear and disgust. Laying his head back on the tile under him, he ignored the liquid wetting his hair. However, he could not ignore the shreds of long black hair lying nearby and the red eye rolling around not too far off. Controlling his urgent need to throw up, the small boy sprung to his feet, his weak knee and ankle feeling stronger than it had in years.
Out. He had to get out.
Unconsciously placing his hat on his head, the boy tried his best to pretend that the blood splattered walls and the indescribable body parts strewn around the room didn't exist. Weaving through a tangle of sparking wires and metal piping, he reached the door which was really no more than a scrap of scorched metal.
Pushing lightly, the door fell back and he stepped out into a hallway unlike the one he was in before. Cold and drafty, tiles did not cover the cement floor. Sensing that he was somewhere underground, Oliver quickly decided that the best way out would be up. Turning left, he broke ran into a run, the walls melting into a fuzzy brown. Skidding to a stop in front of some strange of metal box with buttons on the side, Oliver sighed in relief when he found a staircase not too far off.
At the top of the stairs, he found himself with another unpleasant surprise. Standing toe to toe with a small horde of guards, there was an awkward silence before the boy shot off again, his form nothing more than a blur. And once again, the boy found himself mildly thankful for the drugs the scientists pumped into his body. As painful as it was, it was probably the main reason he was being able to escape as easily as he was.
Passing door after door, the small boy flicked his head side to side at a dizzying speed. Running like a rat trapped in a maze, he ripped open doors at random, not caring if he accidentally pulled them off of their hinges. Frustrated with the obvious lack of exits and windows the building had, Oliver groaned out loud when a blaring alarm started to resound. Sensing that his time was running short, the boy picked up speed, weaving frantically through hallways and avoiding guards that blocked his path.
Finding himself surrounded on all sides except one, the boy shot through the decreasing slot. Frantic, desperate and in a state of panic, Oliver almost ran into a heavy metal sliding door. Cursing his luck, he stared at his barrier, sending angry glares its way. And then…and then…he remembered! He actually found what he was looking for! He didn't know how he knew, he was just glad that he did.
Pressing his palms against the cold metal, the boy pushed forward, hoping his new super strength would come into use. Feeling the skin of his hands sizzle and crackle against the electricity pulsing through the door, the honey eyed boy grit his teeth and pushed harder. Electric shocks were no longer a weakness. However, for as much as he pushed, the door wouldn't budge. Feeling uncomfortable as his hands split and reknit themselves at a startling rate, Oliver shoved with all of his strength, his palms imprinting into the door, his feet digging back holes.
Hearing the guards catch up behind him, the boy grew panicked. Heart pounding in his ears, the boy pressed all of his body weight forward with reckless abandon. He was trapped! They would capture him! And then…it would all be over. Escape did not offer second chances. He needed to GET OUT!
Feeling an unusual sense of power thrum under his skin, he let it coil tight in his body before releasing it all out at once. As his hands and right eye burned under an indescribable heat, the bright light took over him once again and then he felt nothing at all.
I want to forget reality
To be in my dreams with you
Where I can be thinking of you forever
Running towards the facility, a sense of panic rose in Gakupo's throat. He couldn't put a name to it but he knew. He just knew. Something was going terribly wrong. Worse than before. Would he arrive in time?
Running around the side, Gakupo couldn't spot a single window or door through the expanse of the dark drown building. Frowning over the obvious lack of exits the building had, Gakupo spotted a pair of huge metal sliding doors over in the distance. The doors were too big, too obvious, it could have easily been a trap. But seeing no other option, he ran towards it, throwing caution to the wind. As he got closer, he realized that the metal looked unnecessarily thick. Was it to keep intruders out, or something in? He didn't really want to know.
Still several feet away, Gakupo felt a rumbling against the ground. Confused, he paused, the second saving his life. Feeling the blast rather than hearing it, he dove to the ground as the metal doors exploded outwards with terrifying strength. Covering his head with his hands, he lay flat against the floor as pieces of sharp debris cut against his skin, the metal hot. Hearing metal groan ominously, he peeked up to see the entire entrance collapse onto itself. As the walls fell in and the roof bent downwards, Gakupo thought he could vaguely hear human screams.
Bursting out from a pile of broken metal and fallen piping, Oliver gasped out. Sucking in a heavy breath, the pain in his eye and hands died down, quicker than the last time. Looking around, his heart fell as he saw the deadly disaster around him. He knew he was to blame for it. Maybe he could deny it the first time…but definitely not the second. He was a monster. He was deadly. He was a human weapon. He had become what the scientists wanted him to be. Eyes watering with unbearable guilt, the small boy struggled to get up. Barely feeling the pain he should have felt, his body quickly healed itself. Oliver was bordering on immortality.
Taking a dizzy step forward, the blonde accidentally pierced his foot on a pointed piece of metal. Yelping out, he stepped back and fell over the remains of an arm. It was too real, too sudden, too graphic, too much. Tears slipping down his face, Oliver began the hate the murderous being he had become. Staring at the crimson blood that stained his clothes, Oliver cursed his stupidity. He was an idiot. For all the drugs that he had injected into his body over the years, he never expected it to be for such a malicious reason. He should have run off when he still had the chance. But he was stupid, weak. He had so many chances to escape and he wasted them all by staying peacefully in the birdcage. It was what he deserved. He should have realized sooner. He should have taken his fate into his own hands. He should have never given up hope. If only he had been stronger.
Unable to look at himself anymore, the honey eyed boy looked out. And when he did, he saw a man. A tall man. Covered in amazingly long violet hair, his eyes, the same beautiful shade, shifted to the left and met his. As time sped and slowed all at the same time, Oliver felt himself running out, arms outstretched.
Tackled by the small blur with amazing strength, Gakupo felt his breath escape his lungs as he collapsed backwards onto the ground.
Butterscotch colored hair. Beautiful honey eyes. A dazzling smile. A perfect warmth in his hand. Blinking at the sailor's hat he had given the boy so many years ago, worn with age and dyed with blood, he couldn't help but laugh at the unexpected sight. This was it – it was what he waited his entire life for. He could feel it, deep inside. Hugging the small form tight against his body, Gakupo whispered, "I found you Oliver."