Slowly, Ivan backed away. He felt behind his left ear, running his fingers over the numbers branded into his flesh. Dizzy, he leaned against a tank. He felt sick, heaving dryly as he hunched over holding his stomach. If not for being empty, he would have vomited.
"Hey, you okay?" Alfred questioned, keeping his distance.
"Nyeht." He flashed his pale mauve eyes up at the concerned youth. "I need to touch you, just for a moment."
Reluctantly, he nodded.
Ivan gently brushed away Alfred's hair, checking the sensitive area behind his ears. Alfred trembled from the contact.
"Nothing."
Relieved, he moved away his hand.
"What were you looking for?" Alfred touched the spot, watching Ivan close. The elder man smiled meekly and flashed a threatening look over his shoulder.
"It is better if you do not know."
"What is that suppose to mean?" The American said peeved. "We are in this together. If you know something, then, SPIT IT OUT!" His fist hit the nearest tank. The glass cracked and liquid began leaking out.
Eyes wide, Ivan pushed Alfred aside.
"You broke it."
Behind the glass, the subject contained was thrashing. His forest green eyes locked onto Ivan's gaze. Long brown hair surrounded his delicate face. He grasped his throat, mouth gaped, drowning in the unknown substance.
An alarm sounded and red lights flashed.
"Dammit." Ivan, unwillingly, snatched Alfred by the arm and ran.
The American struggled to keep up. Footsteps were approaching, but, Ivan did not know where they came. He lost his footing and both of them crashed to the ground. Alfred lifted himself up, finding that they had been cornered. A wall stood in their path and the guards were quickly surrounding them. This time, they carried guns.