Reports were made in the area of a disturbed child running around wearing a hospital gown and awfully…strong and fast. They didn’t know who you were. Using your face from cameras, they couldn’t find any type of files on you; or even a name. The only thing they found was an entire experiment process happening on abandoned kids; making child soldiers. It was all fun and games until one escaped.

They literally had to get vehicles after you. You were awfully fast and strong, but not strong enough for them. You seemed to know the direction you were running, not getting lost in any buildings you turned around. It was nearly fifteen minutes and plenty of stumbles before you were finally caught. Even then, they weren’t sure how much of a threat you were and refused to even touch you.

And there you were, four military vehicles around you while a couple soldiers held guns. One was visibly getting a sedative ready and others were trying to get close or bribe you over. Gaz though, was being the gentlest. He had two hands raised, slowly stepping inch by inch to your direction, trying to get to you without scaring you. But you looked like a feral child. Your hair was messy and dirty and you were breathing hard, only wearing a hospital gown. No socks, no shoes. You were a literal feral child, and a dangerous one at that. They couldn’t let you go back. If you were a danger to society, then they had to take down the entire programming; and you were their best shot at figuring out how.