Blue Trailer
A boy with black hair fading to silver sat in prison-like confinement. His eyes closed. He gently counted under his breath. His cybernetic left arm gently tapped against his leg. Right on time the sound of foot steeps echoed past his cell door. A guard transfer. He only had a few minutes to get himself and everyone else out. He opened is dark blue eyes and walked quickly over to the door. Taking a deep breath, he activated his arm. With an electric hum it began to glow blue. A glowing blue sword seemed to materialize in the air next to him. It was a blue katana, glowing the same color as his arm. The sword crackled with energy. His brow furrowed in concentration as the sword waved in the air. Guiding it with his left arm he brought it to the door. With his other hand he grabbed the coded dial pad that opened the door from the inside. The sword cut through the hinges on the door's side, the boy stumbled back at the sudden weight of the large door. Struggling, he leaned it on the wall, then taking a deep breath, stepped outside his cell. Flinging his left arm up, the glowing sword flashed through the air and stabbed into a camera positioned outside his door. He ran down the gray hallway, destroying cameras as he did. He reached a door with a strange symbol on it. The same symbol that decorated his upper arm. Grabbing the coded dial outside the door he used his katana to cut the hinges, like he had done with his own door. Grunting he leaned it on the wall and looked inside the cell. A boy with blond hair and red bangs lay on the cot in the corner of the room. His chest moved as he breathed. The blue eyed boy rushed in and shook the second boy awake. The boy's light blue eyes flew open and focused on him in shock and confusion. "Come on," Dark Haired said, "we're getting out of here, now! All of us!" Fear flashed in the second boy's eyes, but he nodded. The two rushed out of the cell and back into the gray hallway. The blue katana flashed through the air, destroying cameras and they ran. The third cell held an orange haired girl with green eyes, the fourth, a black haired boy with emerald green eyes and a lime green lizard tail, the fifth held a girl with pink hair with a white streak through it, the sixth, a boy with red hair and gray eyes. Dark Hair was just opening the seventh and last cell when an alarm shattered the strained silence.
"Come on!" he said to the white haired boy inside. His eyes alternated in color, the left was a midnight blue while the right was a pale ice blue. The group of seven ran through the halls. Panic ran through Dark Hair heart, he had to get them all out! This was their only chance. They reached a fork in the path, Dark Hair frantically looked to the left and right sides of the path, unsure of where to go. Deep gruff voices vibrated from the hall behind them.
"This way!" the red haired boy called, running down the right hall. They all ran after him, there was no time to question. The group of children ran past a window that showed the black star-dotted emptiness of space. The voices were closer now; shadows flickered on the wall behind them. The white haired boy span around and slammed his fist into the floor, ice crystals shot upwards, blocking the hall. The group ran on, knowing the ice wall wouldn't hold up very long against their captor's guns.
"Good job!" Dark Hair called over his shoulder as they ran. The white haired boy nodded, both his eyes were now the same icey blue. They rounded a corner and stopped, escape pods lined the walls. We found them Dark Hair realized in shock. His blue katana faded from existence.
"Everyone!" he called out. "Get in front of a pod! Now!" The other six captors obeyed his order as his fingers flew over the control panels of the pods. He had no idea what he was doing! He frantically clicked random buttons, and heard the sound of something shattering from down the hall. Their captors had broken through the ice wall. Desperately, he slammed his right hand on the panel, it flashed green and the picture of a planet appeared on its surface.
"It's working!" he called, a wave of relief washing over him. He ran to the fist pod, slammed his fist on the button to open it, grabbed the orange haired girl's shoulder that stood outside it. Closing his eyes he linked his mind with hers.
"I'll find you," he promised. The girl nodded and leaped into the pod. He clicked the button to launch it. With a hiss the door closed and the pod shot out into space. The boy with white hair ran past him to create another ice wall as Dark Hair moved to the next pod. He repeated the process of opening the pod, linking minds, and leaving a promise that he would find them. He repeated it pod after pod until the whole group had shot into space. As the door to his own pod closed the ice wall shattered. He heard gun fire and angry shouts. But they were too late. His pod launched. He stumbled and fell onto the floor at the sudden jerk of movement. He had overheard his captors saying that the pods where the only ships they had. That meant his friends were safe. There was a huge window in the front of the pod. Through it, he could see six small pods trailing blue fire behind them as they flew. The dashboard of the pod had a bunch of controls he had no idea how to use. A picture of the planet he was headed towards span slowly on it. He looked closely at its surface.
They were free.
All he remembered was life in that horrible lab. But now, now they were free. Tears threated to spill from his eyes. He was finally free! He sat down on the circular bench spanning the interior of the pod and forced his breath to slow. His heart hammered in his chest. Finally, when his heart had slowed and his breath no longer came in chocking, panicking gasps, he opened his mind. He could feel the other experiments through his mind link. Focusing on White Hair, he pushed. Suddenly there was a dark blue flash of color and he was no longer in his own body. Instead, he was seeing through White Hair's eyes. He could feel the cold surface of the ship as the boy put his hand on the pod's wall, his thoughts merged with his own. He could feel the white haired boy's heartbeat. Feel his breath. But he couldn't hear anything. A heavy silence pressed around him. White Hair felt stunned, he was…free. He had never thought it would happen, but it had, and too fast for him to process. A part of him thought it was dream. A dream in which he wake and enter reality, filled with pain and fear. He moved to the window and gazed out into space. There was so many stars, twinkling and shining with life.
Dark Hair pulled himself away from White Hair's consciousness and back into his own . He felt a brief moment of discontenting dizziness and the universe snapped back into place. One by one he visited each child through his mind link. Each was stunned and shocked that they were free. By the time he had finished his brain ached and he felt dizzy. He closed his eye and waited for it to pass. When it did he explored the pod. He found dried fruit and strips of dried meat, a container filled with water, a toilet and a star chart. Laying on the bench, he stared at the celling, thoughts twisting through his head.
The boy couldn't keep track of time. It could have been hours, it could have been days. He ate as little food and water as possible. He didn't know how long he would be out in space. Mostly, Dark Hair just slept.
He was sleeping when an alarm rang through the air that had been so deafly silent before. The boy sat up, activating his arm out of instinct. As the lights in the pod flashed red, he stumbled to his feet, deactivating his arm. Running to the front to the pod, his mouth dropped in shock. A planet was directly in front of him, and the pod was charging strait towards it. He sat in the captain's chair just as the pod slammed into the planet's atmosphere. Flames danced past his window, blocking his view. The boy's heart hammered in his chest and he fearfully gripped the sides of the chair. He closed his eyes, trying to calm his racing heart. Suddenly the pod hit the planet's surface. The boy rocked forward, his head slamming against the controls, and instantly blacked out.
Dark Hair woke with a horrible headache. The boy groaned and painfully pushed himself up. He reached up and felt his head, his hand came away wet with blood. Struggling, he managed to pull himself to his feet and stumble out of the pod. Instantly bright light slammed into his eyes. Squinting, he looked around. Green trees reached upwards and in the distance he could hear a stream bubbling. With awe the boy touched the tree leaves, they were smooth and waxy. They smelled sharp and clean and felt fuzzy on his check. He turned to view the damage his pod had created. It was as if the forest had a giant scar cutting through it. The boy caught his refection shimmering on the ship's reflective surface. The thin black jumpsuit he wore did nothing to hide his all too obvious rib bones. He rubbed his stomach realizing how hungry he was. My crash probably scared the prey away he thought. If I want food I'm gonna have to travel farther. Dark Hair returned to his pod, grabbing the left over food from inside. He drank the rest of the water in the container. Taking a deep breath, he walked deeper into the wood, eating some dried meat.
Green was all around him and the air was thick with the smell of pine. His breath came out in a thick fog and he held his arms against the cold. As he walked, birds began to sing in the trees. A rabbit hopped across his path. Dark Hair stopped. Using his arm he formed his katana and flung it after the fleeing animal. He picked the fallen rabbit off the floor and winced. "Sorry," he whispered. Using his arm, he cleaned and seared it as best he could, which wasn't very well. This just made it difficult to eat. As he struggled to eat his meal, snow began falling around him and soon the boy was shivering in his thin clothes.
Weeks passed. The snow got thicker and his face became more gaunt and hollow as the prey ran for shelter from the cold. The boy eventually stumbled into a small village with a name he didn't care to learn. He huddled in an alleyway, desperate for warmth. Suddenly, a delicious, warm smell hit his nose. He struggled to his feet and followed it. A man in a heavy woolen coat stood behind a cart. The boy's mouth watered at the sight of the warm, golden bread resting on the cart. No he thought you can't just steal the man's food! It's not yours and you have no right to take it! But his stomach was so horribly empty that he crept forward, his hand reaching to grab the bread. A heavy hand grabbed his and a harsh voice growled. "If you don't have Lien, don't touch the bread." Looking up the boy saw a sharp, anger filled face. Tears pooled in his eyes.
"P…Please," He stammered, "I...I haven't had anything to eat for days! I'm so hungry!" The Man dropped his hand as if it were rotting flesh. His face was chalk white and filled with shock. The boy's heart beat in fear and confusion at the man's response, but his hunger kept him from running.
"Please," he whispered.
The man seamed to compose himself and whispered, "Meet me here tonight. I'll have something for you then." The boy's eyes widened in surprise, but he nodded.
That night Dark Hair shivered where the bread man had told him to wait. Time seemed to slow as sat, snow gently falling around him. He was numb. A voice cut through the harsh silence. Standing, the boy turned to see the bread man walking up to him, a large bag around one arm. Seeing the boys hungry face he quickened his pace. "Sorry I'm late," the man said. "I…um… was looking for something. Here, you must be cold." The man reached into his bag and pulled out a small, winter coat and draped it around Dark Hair's shoulders. Then, to the boy's astonishment the man pulled out a small box of food. Each item inside was carefully wrapped.
"There," the man said proudly, "that should keep you through the rest of winter, if you're careful." The boy grabbed a loaf of bread and looked at the man, gratitude shining in his eyes.
"W…Why?" the boy stammered, "Why are you helping me?" The man's smile faded as he looked into the boys eyes.
"Honestly kid, I barley have enough to feed myself. But you look exactly like someone I knew…My child…he…he died a while back. But I swear, you look just like him! He even had silver tipped bangs. I…I couldn't just turn you away."
The boy pulled his loaf of bread closer to his chest. "What was your son's name?" He asked. The man gave him a sad smile.
"Dax," he said, "His same was Dax." Then he turned and walked away.