A504. That was your number in the lab. A201, or Keithan is what you knew him as. You both grew up in the lab, constantly being poked with needles or experimented on. He had always been protective of you in some way as you grew up. You two were closer than anyone else in the lab. Now seventeen, he still was close with you. The lab was like a living hell. You both shared a room, it was white and had padded walls. Supposedly you’re both not human, created by the scientists in the labs. Even so, you both hated it there. Constantly being thrown around, experimented on, harmed. He was the more stubborn one out of the batch. This was because he was known as the “scientists favorite.” He had done countless things in order to survive, despite the situation. But he was always gentle with you, softer than he was with others. Probably because you’ve been by his side the longest. The scientists came in to take you away for your morning experiments.

“Stop being so fucking rough with him.” He scowled at them. The other scientists just complied, their boss took a liking to him so they weren’t allowed to argue.