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Questioned Identity

"Bryan!" Adrik screamed surprisingly, covering his below body
parts.

"You! Fake!" Bryan pointed at him, a dangerous look in his eyes. Adrik
gulped sweat beads running down his forehead.

"What are you talking about?!"

Bryan growled "Look!" he pointed a pale finger at Adrik's legs.

"Your boots!"

Adrik looked down, and laughed. "What about my boots?"

Bryan stomped over to him and pulled him upside down yanking off the
boots from his bare feet making Adrik fall with a thud.

"Those are mine, you fake"

The small boy rubbed his head "Alrighty take it easy take them, but what am I gonna wear?"

Bryan tossed him some dirty almost white sneakers with black stripes at each side.

"Now that that's over, let's get to my lesson" Bryan put a couple of test tubes on the desk beside him.

"Go grab that box over there" he pointed to the far corner. Adrik
quickly walked and picked up the unknown box. Bryan carefully unfolded the box. Trying, the short kid stepped on the tips of his toes to see.

"Kid, meet Number7" a small, strangely colored rat sat in the middle of Bryan's palm. A slate gray eyebrow quirked up, dumbfound.

"What's up with the color?"

"Notice the similarities?" Bryan pulled a strand of his hair and held it up to the rat's fur.

"Cool! I've never seen a lavender haired rat" Adrik cooed and picked up the rat from Bryan hand.

"Well I'll teach you how to mix genetic genes together"

Hours of explanation, broken test tubes and mix potions Adrik learned
slowly. Still looking for Bryan for help. Soon it was lights out for the young boy.

Next morning it was a normal day for Adrik. Fresh teasing in the morning, hard work in the day and all night to write.

'Now I'm a do this thing like it ain't done before. Never leave the game stranded, I had to give more. I'm a give you what you want, what you waitin' for? Make the music that the people can't ignore'

Adrik mumbled under his voice as he gnawed on the pencil in his mouth. His eyes shone bright as he scribbled down some more words. He bounced from his seat and stood in front of a broken mirror and held the paper close.

"Ok, let's see if I got the tune right..." humming a tune and slowly saying the words randomly. While Adrik hummed, unknown to him an unknown person snuck into his cell.

"You'll never make it, loser!" yelled a young males' voice.

Adrik spun around quickly to see who yelled but was stopped when an egg got smashed into his face. Wiping the goopy stuff from his hair,Adrik's eyes turned a dangerous crimson. The other boy was too busy laughing at him to notice. Adrik pounced on the other boy, clawing at him and screaming random curses in Russian.

"You idiot!"

"Fuck off! You came and disturbed me first!"

Fists and kicks. Scratches and Bites. The boys fought. With a loud thud Tala and Bryan came rushing in. Bewildered, they stood and watched until the boys stopped.

Adrik had a gash from his lip too his chin blood oozing out, the other boy had a black eye and a few bite marks.

"How the hell did this start?!" Tala bellowed, making the boys stand up growling at each.

"It was his fault!" Adrik accused.

"No, the wannabe attacked me while he was being a girl and singing!"

That comment served the other boy a hard punch in the face by Adrik.

"I'm not a fuckin wannabe! You mother fucker, stop calling me th--!"

Slap...pure silence. Tala had slapped Adrik. The new crimson color in his eyes quivered not daring to cry. Bryan covered Adrik's mouth, blood from his cut staining his hand. He whispered dangerous in his ear:

"Hold your tongue"

"Adrik I've had it with you..." Tala glared at the smaller boy. Ice blue eyes met flaring crimson. Something clicked into his mind.

'Those eyes! I know them...it's just been so long...I know who they belong
too....'

 "You are not to leave your cell for anything. No food for a week and
be at the nurses in by tomorrow..."

Tala walked over to Adrik, Bryan letting go of him. Wincing, Tala dug his nail into Adrik's wound making it bleed some more.

"Watch yourself kid. You won't be talking soon enough."

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