It was dark out. And loud. The young boy couldn't even hear his younger sisters crying right beside him. He was being pushed and shoved towards a big stone building, something out of nightmares, with huge steel bars on the windows, an impenetrable fence with wrought iron gates. He tried holding onto his sisters hands, he didn't want to lose them. He couldn't lose them! Not after watching their mom and dad die right in front of their young innocent eyes. Masked guards with loaded guns were standing every few feet ordering the angry crowd back. People, strangers, were yelling, the kids couldn't make out what they were saying, dogs were growling and barking and thunder cracking overhead. And there was distant screaming. It sounded like wild animals. It was chaos.

The little strawberry blond girls were frightened, grasping onto their brothers hands desperately, crying, fighting to stay on their feet. The guards were herding them through the gate and up the stairs. They didn't seem to notice the crying, probably didn't care. They were the same guards who had shot their parents. They didn't care. They were inhuman.

As the doors to the building slammed shut ominously behind the children, the loud chaotic noise from outside instantly cut off. The only noise the children could hear was their breathing and the occasional sniff or hiccup from the 2 younger girls. The instant quiet was almost worse than the chaos they just left.

Everything was white. The walls were painted white, the floor was a bright shiny white tile that reflected the bright white lights, even the chairs scattered around were white. Blinding white everywhere.

A side door opened and a nurse, also wearing white, and her hair pulled back into a high tight ponytail walked out with a clipboard. She took one look at the three frightened and confused children, nodded her head and said in a sharp crisp voice, "Escort the girls to wing 4, rooms 2 and 3. The boy to wing 5 room 1." She turned on her heel and snapped the door shut.

The guards each grabbed a child around the upper arm and gruffly escorted them through the winding white halls. They came to a stop, in front of big sliding doors, with a big painted number 4 on it. The door needed a swipe card and a pin entry, the siblings knew something bad was going to happen. They could smell the sterile odor, like a dentist office or hospital. They could feel it in their gut, something bad, very bad!

Once the doors slid shut behind them, the guards pulled the 2 girls away from the blond boy and down the hall. The moment their hands separated the children started yelling and fighting. The guards had to pick up the girls around the waist, to keep them from squirming away. It was easy because they were so young, there was no strength to their fists and kicks. The boy struggled against his guard too, yelling for his little sisters.

"I'll find you! NO! You can't! NO! Stop! I'll find you!"

He fought desperately as his little sisters were screaming, calling for him to help. But what could a child do against armed grown guards? He watched as the barbaric guards held his thrashing screaming sisters, walking further away. The last of his family. He watched as they took them down the hall and around the corner, the sobbing getting quieter with each second. He wiggled and fought with everything he had left. He managed to break free with one final yank of his arm. And as fast as his legs would take him he sprinted after his sisters.

As he rounded the corner the sobbing of the girls was cut off sharply, a door slammed shut. He could hear the angry footsteps of the guards coming closer. He saw an opened door to his left, as quietly as he could, he slipped inside. It was a janitor's closet, he crouched behind the door holding his breath.

"Man that kid is fast" huffed a gruff voice.

"Ya, definitely don't get paid enough to run after bratty munies" another deep voice answered.

The boy stood up as the footsteps grew quiet, he creeped out of his hiding spot, and crept back towards the doors he heard his sisters go into. As he approached one of them he heard an abrupt shrill ear piercing scream. The scream of a small child in pain. Lots of pain.

"NOOOO!" He screamed.

He threw his small frame against the door.

"NO! NO! NO! STOP! I'M HERE! I'M HERE! I'M RIGHT HERE" he screamed at the door.

Another piercing scream rippled down the hall. Both his baby sisters were now screaming. He didn't know what to do. He couldn't get into the rooms, the doors were locked and heavy, he couldn't help them. They needed him. He felt so helpless. His big brown eyes started to water.

The heavy footsteps of the guards came thudding back down the hall towards him. He had to get his sisters out. He continued yelling and banging on the doors where he could hear the sobbing of broken little girls. Just as the guards rounded the corner of the hall a door flew open behind him. Out stumbled another child, being held up by a severe looking nurse. The boy had Asian features, with dark black hair. He looked exhausted, chest heaving, tear streaks on his face and the look of a nasty bruise forming on his check.

The sharp voice of a second nurse echoed through the hall. "Now I hope you remember your name."

The boy's eyes were wide with fear, darting around, they landed on the blond boy's wide eyes.

He whispers four words; "run! never stop running!"

He was dragged through the sliding door and out of sight. But it was too late, the guards were on top of the blond boy, pushing, a little too aggressively, onto the floor. He also was never ever going to leave his sisters behind. No way he was going to run. The last thing he remembers as his head cracked against the cold hard white floor is the Asian boy's words and his 2 baby sisters screaming, before the black of unconsciousness took him.