Warnings: This fic IS going to be shonen ai/yaoi in later chapters. It will also be bloody and dark later on so anybody who is weak of heart should not bother with this fic. This is an extremely short teaser so if you want me to continue please review.
Disclaimer: all standard disclaimers apply for this and any future chapters.
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" Let me go you fucking piece of fly infested shit!" a boy about 15 yelled as he was dragged closer to The Institute by a burly, overly-muscular guard. " let me go NOW you damn-"
He was cut off as the guard gave him a swift punch in the gut, efficiently winding him. As he wheezed and gasped in a futile attempt to be able to breathe properly, the guard flung him over his shoulder and carried the still winded body the remaining 100 yards to The Institute.
After talking a few seconds with the scouts at the foot of the entrance, the gates creaked open and the duo was granted access to the world inside the walls.
"Take a good look around ya" the guard hissed as they entered a prison like building that was lined with damp, smelly cells filled with dirty, smelly children(A.N. All under 18 I mean).
"This is gunna be the only place yer gunna see fer a while."
With those words he dumped the boy into a cell at the end farthest away from the door. Cruel laughter escaped through his lips as he heard the boy cry out in pain as his body collided with the dank floor that was covered in droppings from the city of mice and rats that lived in the cells. After a few more chuckles the guard turned and started to leave but abruptly stopped a few paces away from the cell grinning when a thought came to mind.
" Have fun with the obnoxious bastard, Pretty-Boy " he called over his shoulder "I'd suggest breaking his jaw first thing so that you don't have to put up with that damned voice of his."
That said he continued out the door grumbling about the stench in the stone building.
The boy stared after the guard with a look on his face that clearly meant that he thought the guy was nuts.
'Mister Stick-Up-His-Ass Fatso must have gone crazy from the sheer stupidity of his life' he thought 'because I got a good look in the cell when he was about to toss me in and there is no way that there is any other guy in this cell.'
Shaking his head he turned around to go find the customary swing-bench only to come face to face with a pair of eyes that were telling him that he was anything BUT welcome.
A.N. Okies. I am aware that this isn't the best written piece on the net so please send in your constrictive criticism on what I could do better. I also apologize for all the He's and His in this story but I didn't feel like naming the guard and even though I'm sure you've all guessed who the characters are I wanted it to be a surprise.