Five years later
Scott pov.
he sat at Dad's desk, a glass of dad's whisky in his hand. It was sometime past midnight, but he couldn't sleep so he chose instead to sit out in the lounge.
Today been a hard day, more than their normal. It had been alan's birthday today, he tried to ignore it, pretends that it was a normal day but it was impossible, he knew the day like the back of his hand.
Years ago it would have been a happy day, his baby brother would have the biggest grin as he dug into his gifts, there would be laugher and fun….
He frowned, taking a sit of his drink. He misses those days.
The last five years had been anything but kind to them.
when Alan had been kidnapped, they initially expected the kidnappers to ask for ransom but that didn't happen. It was only days later that the police found the kidnappers' bodies dead in a river, but no sign of alan.
That when it started to set in that they may not get their brother back, they had no idea what they were dealing with. All leads ran dry after that, dad called off the search, presuming Alan dead.
A small part of him hated dad for that, he wants to keep searching, his baby brother had to be out there somewhere dammit!
Then dad went missing, forcing him to make the same decision that dad made when Alan went missing.
That was when things truly started to get bad (not that it was any good before that)
He had to run international rescue, plus the business and make sure his family was safe and cared for.
It was hard.
It didn't help that a year after losing dad, they lost grandma to heart disease, so now all they had left was each other and he'll be dammed if he loses any more loved ones.
Alan pov
Ever since he was….was sold to that lady, he had been in nearly constant pain.
He was in an underground base, a laboratory sort of. It was more a prison than a laboratory though. The scientists would experiment on him and the other kids.
There were so many other kids his age and younger, most of them either brain dead, a lifeless shell or horribly deformed.
he knew he was one of the lucky ones, he wasn't dead yet, even at times he wishes he was. Or deformed… at least not like the others.
He looked just like he did when he was kidnapped, still a little 8-year-old boy, he knows it been at least a year or more since he got here but he hasn't aged at all.
He didn't know why and in the scheme of things, it didn't really matter. He was going to die here anyway…
Though he looks the same, he wasn't. They did something to him, that whenever he gets upset or distressed, his skin will start to steadily get hotter and hotter until it was as hot as burning hot metal. If that wasn't bad enough, he would after that catch on fire, like his whole body would be covered in flames.
He was only lucky he couldn't really feel the heat or the fire or that it didn't hurt him, otherwise he'll surely be dead. But he had no control over it, he couldn't control it.
But because of this, for some reason he can't stand the cold….he knows this because of one of the scientist's experiment, they put him in a very cold room and only after a minute, he started to feel really really bad.
He got really sick after that, pretty much on death's door…he nearly died, he sort of wish he did.
He couldn't even use this against the scientists because they would bring the room temperature down, not enough to kill him but enough that he couldn't do anything against them when they come to grab him.
You would think he would have run out of tears to cry, but every time the scientists would grab him and strap him down to the exam table, he would start crying, he couldn't stop himself. he knew the scientists took pleasure in it, even trying to make him cry more, taunting him over and over while doing their experiments and tests.
It works… if he wasn't crying at the beginning, he was sobbing by the end.
That was how he found out that his grandma and dad were dead, or in his dad's case missing.
He remembers crying for days and days after that. Just wanting to end it all, he didn't want to be alive anymore, what was the point?
when he wasn't being experimented on, he was in a small room, it was more like a cage than anything, there was no bed, no blanket….nothing. They kept the room at a warmer temperature so he won't die but that was it.
He only got to go to the toilet once a day, at the same time every day and if he didn't go then, he would have an accident and he'll have to wait until one of the scientists felt like cleaning him, because they didn't let him clean himself, no they would forcibly strip him naked and wash him with a freezing cold cloth, he leant struggling only brought him pain, so he just had to let them do it.
He hated it, He didn't have an inch of privacy at all, he wasn't a human to those people, he was something that they could experiment on, nothing else.
"Now wasn't that a fun day of tests? I'm sure had fun" one of the scientists said, locking his cage after he was thrown in.
He didn't answer, he was in too much pain. He just laid on the ground, staring at a spot on the wall, shaking and sobbing.
Why can't they just kill him?
He could barely remember what it was like outside the lab or what it feels like to be loved, hugged….but he knew it felt good. He missed his family so much, he hoped they didn't feel guilty for not finding him, they could never have found him.
And even if his family somehow found him, they wouldn't want him now, he was too dangerous, too much of a monster. if he accidentally hurt one of them, he couldn't live with himself if he somehow hurt his family.
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"Colonel, we're ready to start the raid on the lab," a lieutenant said over the GDF's comm lines.