A/N:
I'm doing my best Road of No Return chapter 4 IS ON ITS WAY! And I cans ee
several people think 'If you can post this
why not RoNR chap 4?' Well because I
had this fic kinda written before RoNR and decided to post it. ^_^; Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Seth still doesn't own
YuGiOh and characters.
Belonging Nowhere
» Prologue «
- Several miles outside of Domino City -
A stern looking man looking around his fifties stood before a thick metal door.
He put his hand against the scanner waiting until the security device flashed
green. 'Welcome, Doctor Ismir."
Watching the doors slide open with a hiss, the grey haired man enters, white
lab coat dramatically flaring behind him.
"How's he doing today?" He asked, his deep voice slightly booming.
One other is present in the room, she looks up. "Fine, sir. We had him
sedated -"
"Sedated?" The man asked. The woman nodded. "He almost woke
up"
"I see," The man stood before the tube and watched the body inside,
studying the face. He smiled before the eyes snapped open, revealing pale
violet orbs that held a wild look in them. Stumbling back in surprise said
doctor loses his balance and falls on his back.
"What the...Sedate him!" The man yelled backing away. The teenager
inside, for its body was that of a teenager, started to thrash again.
Unplugging the tubes and wires that connected his body, the project placed a
hand on the thick glass wall that surrounded it. The hand glowed with dark
energy as the tube broke.
Stumbling out of his prison, the amethyst eyed teen flexed his hands and limbs.
Tilting his head the neck twitsted causing a soft cracking sound.
The doctor, who had fallen down during the progress as the project had escaped
its confides and had his back against the wall. Scrambling on to his feet, the
scared doctor made a run towards the exit.
Spotting the sudden movement, the violet eyed teen whirled around and stretched
out his hand, his body glowing with dark energy as it crackled around him like
lightning. A strange mark appeared on his forehead as is glowed with power.
The man fell on the ground, staring lifeless at nothing. The female screamed
seeing her superior fall down lifeless.
Turning it's burning gaze up on the female he glided to her trembling form.
Cold eyes stared at her, as the women looked up in fear. "Please
don't," she begged.
But the project knew no mercy, it knew pain, confusion and anger. Pulling back
his lips in a snarl he showed of sharp pointy incisors that gave him a vampiric
look.
The mark on his forehead glowed as he touched her face, dark energy crackled
around them both.
And then it was over. The woman now old and staring lifeless lay forgotten on
the floor as the Project stared at the empty shell, having drained her energy
and crushed her mind.
Eyeing the body with a detached look in its lifeless yet wild looking amethyst
orbs, the young male gave a grunt; the room was cold and his skin was devoid of
clothing. The mark on his forehead, a blood coloured eye, glowed before a black
mist wrapped around the male's torso and legs.
The teen looked startled at the black substance that surrounded his body,
before it solidified and molded around his skin. Blinking, the boy touched the
soft cool material that covered his bare chest and legs.
A sudden loud noise and flashing red lights caused the young man to look up and
snarl, covering his sensitive ears. He wasn't used to all the sounds and
lights; it angered, confused, and scared him. Snarling loudly ,the project
walked, a bit unsteady, to where the older male lay lifelessly.
He somehow knew these were doors, but how he knew, he did not know. All he knew
was that he had to escape from this place.
Placing both hands on the door he concentrated, the crimson eye appeared once
again on his forehead pulsating with power, dark energy crackled around his body
and a dark glow surrounded him and soon it spread to the metal doors.
Stepping away from the now dark glowing doors, the project watched the door
turn a reddish brown. Stepping forward again, he clenched his fist and hit the
door hard.
At the powerful punch the doors crumbled to big piles of rusted metal. Feeling
drained by the use of so much dark energy all at once, he left the lab and
leaned against the wall outside. But his rest was disturbed as he heard
footsteps and shouts coming his way. Pushing him self of the wall he began to
ran in a opposite direction from the voices and footsteps.
Ignoring the burning feeling in his lungs, the stinging cold of the floor
against his bare feet, he ran around several corners before spotting his
escape.
A window.
His freedom.
A bullet grazed his left shoulder, snarling he whirled around, the third eye
glowing brightly. He saw the men in the distance aiming and yelling. Snorting
he turned around and leaped at the glass.
Not caring about the shards of glass as he dived out, and found him self
falling. Six floors down to be exact.
Large, black, bat-like wings suddenly emerged from his back, spreading the
appendages. He flapped them. Steadying himself he flew back up and with all the
speed and strength his body would let him he flew away in to the night sky.
Project 'Y07' had escaped.
