(No Pete or Ozzie)

Being pried out your cell during blood watch was the worst thing that had ever happened to you, the screams of a million's children, kids like you. Meeting a similar fate. the grotesque, wet breathing noises of a wheezer as they infected a fluid into you as everything went dark. up with a start being held tight, your body ached bad, and behind your eyes burned.

"This one's a lost cause, to the furnace." A low voice grumbled, chilling you to your core. You started thrashing you where alive, they had to see you where alive- Nothing, the grip only tightened, the black suit chuckled, amused by your sad attempts. "Or maybe feed it to the dogs.." You could hear the blacksuit start to talk, cut off by a earsplitting alarm, making the black suit grow rigid. "RATS!" You could hear someone cry from a few halls down. Your body went on autopilot as you twisted a bit to bite the blacksuit in the face, while he was distracted, it was oddly easy.. like peeling skin off a banana revealing the shiny, red flesh beneath. he dropped you, to cradle his face, which made you take your chance. Running as fast as you could down the hall. You had no idea where you where going, but you had to get away. It was only when the white tiled walls turned into stone and rock did you slow down, it was dark, but you could see. Hearing the soft footsteps of someone approaching you ducked behind a rock, the pain in your body dulling. "Hello?" a Voice whispered, a figure stalking around the large cave. "Someone there?" You don't know what it was but as soon as you saw the figure's back turn you lunged on it, you panicked, yes, you thought this guy might draw too much attention. Swiping at his back, he jerked you off, whipping around to hold you down by your neck, like a bug stuck under a pin. He tried to swipe at his face, nicking him on the cheek. "Gah! Cabrón.." He winced but didn't loosen his grip. He was a boy not too much older then you, slightly underweight, all besides his right arm, rippling with muscles.