Chapter 2: Escape
Darkness, all is dark. Black on the eyes and a sheet on the forehead, no a dust curtain. The vent have changed much in the years, he can barely fit down them now. His hands slip on the dust covered floor, his pants most likely covered with the air contaminant. Just as he begins to think that the light will never come a dot of white appears in the distance, is that the end of his tunnel? Will he truly escape this time? He hurries up, his mind set on only one goal as he cares naught about how much noise he makes. Then right before the vent exit he hears it, that cold voice that had haunted his test-tube dreams, "You can't run forever, Genesis."
He is caught, his mind races as he watches the end of the tunnel anxiously. That man is on the other side, those creepy silver eyes will be waiting there, waiting for him to come out. That doctor or beast of a man won't get him this time. No Genesis will make sure of it. He feels the power within him to escape, feels the want and the pull of freedom.
"Come, come Genesis. You can't hide in there forever." The doctor walks up to the vent and gazes inwards, his silver eyes chilling the air around him as he searches for signs of the whelp. "Come out, come out. The good Doctor won't hurt you."
"No." The heavy voice, never spoken before, comes from the vent. Genesis is startled for a moment; he had never heard himself talk before. The doctors he had heard talking had said it would be impossible for him to talk. No matter what happened.
Silver hair is pushed from the doctor's face as he is somewhat startled. Genesis is nothing but a child in mind, and he didn't have vocal chords. He couldn't possibly speak. Genesis takes this moment as an initiative and leaps at the grate that separates him from the doctor. A crash and a thud and the doctor are trapped beneath the being and grate. "You… will never… escape." The doctor speaks no more as Genesis does the only thing he knows how to do. He raises one hand, balled into a fist, and punches the doctor. He punches over and over, ignoring the running feet of guards and scientists that heard the noise.
The fist rises again and again, striking the doctor. The only way he knows how to fight, the primitive instinct in his mind that shows him what to do. Genesis strikes again as the guards enter the room, blood splattering against his skin. Strike, the doctor's nose crumples beneath a rock pounding blow. Safeties are turned off and triggers are manned, Genesis looks up. Anger flashes through his gaze and one man steps back. The animal rage is mounting within him, he can feel the power moving and coursing through his veins. Genesis stands up and looks at the guards, but he has little or no time to snarl at the before one of the ones in the front pulls his trigger out of fear.
A blast of noise shatters the air and pain stings through his right shoulder. The hot liquid most call blood trickles from the spot and the lead guard, the captain, looks at him with fire in his eyes, "See, men. He is not an Angel. He is human, like us. Kill him."
Genesis has no time to react as the bullets start flying, pain striking him in every place. His wings being broken by searing hot shots of lead and steel, his face grimacing from pain as the power in him leaks away to drain to fear. Then something comes through the hail of bullets, something comes through the sheet of pain and terror that clouds his mind. A glimpse of light, of power? No, of freedom. Genesis yells out then, the power rushes back. He cannot see, but he feels. Screams, are they his? He cannot tell anymore. He feels… he feels liquid all over. Blood? Water? It is warm, but what is it? Genesis has no more time for contemplation, as his mind fills with the light of freedom and he falls into the darkness of its lure.