Chapter 1: Run Away part 1 Graffiti decorations Underneath a sky of dust

The girl turned in her bed, her arms crossed under her head. Her eyes rested on the alarm clock, showing the time of 4:59 am.

5:00 am. The sudden beeping of the alarm cut through the freezing air. The girl twitched slightly, one arm snaking out, revealing a knife clutched loosely in her fist. She thrust it through the clock, which instantly fell silent.

A constant wave of tension

On top of broken trust

The girl slipped out from under her thin blankets, bare feet landing on the dusty floor.

She pulled off the clothes she wore in bed, quickly replacing them with normal clothes. She was careful to keep her back to the camera sitting in the corner of the ceiling.

Gritting her teeth, the girl poured some ice-cold water over her face. She shook the droplets of water from her face before making her way out of the room. She made sure she locked the door behind her.

The lessons that you taught me

I learned were never true

Walking down the empty corridor, the girl paused to glare at the life size portrait of a small child.

The girl in the painting had thick, purple hair streaked with black. She was smiling, a small, almost sad twitch of the lips. Her long, old-fashioned gown covered the girl down to the floor. Her hand rested on a dark, wooden desk, a rich, crimson velvet drape easily seen in the background. If a person looked carefully, they would be able to make out the faint shadow painted on to the back wall. The artist had paid for this mistake with his life.

Now I find myself in question

They point the finger at me again

With a snarl of contempt, the girl turned away from the portrait. She continued to walk, until she came to a large hall, filled with long benches. At every seat sat a young male, from the ages 2 to 9. At the head of the hall was a single, long bench, where adults and a few teenagers sat. The girl leaned against the doorway, waiting and watching.

Guilty by association

You point the finger at me again

Finally, a man at the head table stood, the lenses of his red and black goggles glinting in the light. He gave the girl a strong glare before leaving by the main doors.

The girl smirked before spinning on her heel and leaving the way she had come. She found the man standing before the painting. He didn't look up as she approached. Still gazing at the portrait, he issued his orders.

"Meet me in laboratory 18, at 0800 hours."

The girl nodded once, then continued down the corridor until she reached her room.

I wanna run away

Never say good-bye

The girl opened a long case, removing one of the objects from the inside. She gazed at it, holding it out before her. Gritting her teeth, she placed the gun in its holster, on her waist.

Laboratory 18 was the last lab on the first floor. The girl half walked, half ran to get there on time. Opening the door with a bang, she burst inside, only to freeze at the sight before her.

All the equipment had been pushed to one side, except for one human sized test tube, which ran from the ceiling to the floor and was filled with a clear blue liquid.

Crowding the room were almost 50 young boys, from the ages 2-5.

I wanna know the truth

Instead of wondering why

The girl slowly moved forward. The man from the hall rose the meet her, little children clinging to his jacket. He sneered at the way she held herself, glaring at the boys around her.

"Are you prepared?" he asked coldly.

"Hn," was his reply. The man pushed one boy forward, so that he stood before the girl.

"Begin."

I wanna know the answers

No more lies

The sound of the gunshot echoed in the suddenly still air. Blood spiraled through the air, the crimson drops landing across the faces of the other children. The girl stood still, the gun still held high. The boy's body seemed to sway, before crashing to the ground.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh-"

The screaming started.

I wanna shut the door

And open up my mind.

"Well done."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" The children's small, rather pathetic bodies had been removed from the lab. The girl and the man were sitting on the blood soaked floor.

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