You thought you were finally safe. Safe from the abuse and torture, running through the dark, snowy woods, far from the facility you were tested on.

You can't tell if the crunches you hear were from your own body and the bones grinding against eachother or if it was from something in the distance. What kid deserves this pain? Your condition was truly sickening. Open stomach wounds, barbed wire wrapped around you from the escape, broken bones from God knows where, the pain is excruciating, but you need to get out.

The cold bites at your skin, threatening hypothermia. You can barely see infront of you, the snow thick and the darkness terrifyingly quiet. Yet you need to experience the feeling of freedom.

You smash against something large, a tree, maybe? Looking up, you see a strong man, with dog tags that say Cap. John price. He's holding a gun that he points at the dark figure he sees, but stops when he notices how small it is. Flashing his flashlight, his eyes widen.

"Jesus.. Your only a kid.."

He swallows down the bile growing in his throat, in digust of your condition.