The Present.
"We should be getting close by now.." Shadow took some steps forward, holding the ragged and ripped up map in his hands, examining it now and then. Alex was slowly dawdling behind with Zach, taking a cold glance at the gloomy, pitch black ground, kicking the leaves out of his path with his shoes. He placed his palm on his forehead, in mid-pain.
"Can we stop for a few seconds?" he asked, leaning against a tree, the leaves that were on it were rustling. He glanced up and a dagger slowly shot out from the tree, he caught it in his hand and grinned, holding it up. "I think you dropped this.." he yelled to the stranger in the tree. The stranger leaped down on Alex, pinning him to the ground, the person was familiar.
"Hi." Ireland said, putting the dagger away back into her hoodie pocket.
"What the hell are you doing here?!" Alex got up and glared down at her, then helped her up, standing away from her.
"I got lonely and I missed you.." she replied, biting her lip, then glanced down.
"Heh.." he walked away with Shadow and Zach, kicking the leaves again. Ireland ran up to him, and hugged him from behind, not letting go of her grasp.
"Please.. don't be sad.. I know you are, your aura is.." she said, tightening her grasp around his hoodie. Alex glanced down at the ground and stayed still, showing a hint of sadness, guilt and regret on his facial expression. It had been years since someone missed him. He regret what he had done in the past.
Past
"That's enough; you're going to kill him," a doctor walked into the room while Alex was being dissected and was almost blacking out from the agonizing pain that the knife was doing to him. "We need him and Zach alive to that we can find out more research, we don't want them dead, do we?" he muttered and instructed the doctors to stitch up the wound, which hurt less. Alex slowly let out a sigh of relief, thinking that everything was over; but he was wrong. He didn't know he would be here for the four years coming on, trapped, isolated and being held a prisoner for something that wasn't his fault.
"Alex... show them that.. you're not a.. pawn in their games.." Zach whispered to him, his eyes half open, showing agony in his voice. "Do it.. for me." he said and slowly turned his head to face him. Alex could never understand why he was so optimistic about escaping this place. His body started to glow an intense blue and he ripped his restraints off his wrists and legs, the doctors running out of the room, getting help. Alex was out of control so much that he ripped off Zach's restraints too in anger and kicked the door down, stumbling and holding onto the wall in the corridor. He felt 10 injections pierce his arms, making him more angry. He pulled them out of his arms and threw them on the floor, falling and leaning up against the wall. I was right... escape is impossible.. he thought and slowly fell to the floor, his last sight was being picked up.