Experiment 5308-O.K.

The Beginning of a New Life

Thank you so so so so SOOOO much LiveandLearn100 for the amazing cover!!! I hope you enjoy what I've done with this story :D

Trigger warnings before we start!

-Referenced kidnapping.
-Referenced abuse.
-Referenced torture/experimentation.
-Bullying.
-Implied suicide/self-harm.
-Stalking.
-Graphic violence.
-Murder/Death.
-Toxic relationship.

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He raced through the crowded streets, blood and sweat dripping behind him. Old and new crimson stains soaked his tattered, thin clothes. Century-old rags would be an upgrade for him, and boy did he wish he had shoes. All the pebbles and litter dug into his feet, making him trip occasionally, but he didn't dare stop running. At least he didn't need to worry about his stamina.

People stared as he rushed through the crowd, blood smearing against them. They pointed at him, children stared or cried and some recorded while laughing at him. He couldn't care less, he just needed to run. His black hair faded into violet tips, curled away from the ground after years of neglect. Grease soaked it so badly that it was a mystery that it hadn't fallen out or knotted into a gigantic ball.

The escapee rounded a corner, only to bump into someone and fall. He yelped in pain, hoping that he didn't break a bone. Not an ounce of fat or muscle protected his bones, he looked like an aspen tree from afar. His violet eyes widened as he tried to scramble to his feet, only for a strong hand to grab him. Well, maybe the other wasn't strong considering a newborn could probably overpower him.

"Woah, what the fuck?" He squirmed against his assailant, fearing for his life. What if they wanted to take him back?! No, he couldn't go back! He'd kill anyone who tried to take him home... or not. In all honesty, he couldn't hurt a fly without crying. "Dude, what in the ever-loving fuck happened to you?"

He refused to speak, all he did was squirm and fight with the strength of a twig. A man with deep-blue hair that fell below his ears stared with wide, golden-grey eyes. They wore a hat that hid their eyes from most people, but the shorter male could see everything. No matter how much he squirmed and hit the other's arm to no avail. If he waited any longer, someone would catch him and bring him home!

The bluenette glanced around and suddenly dragged the bloody man into an alley. "What happened? Is that your blood?" He stared at the concerned man, heavy breathing growing faster and faster as his fear began to encase his soul. "Hey, relax, I'm going to help." Help... Oh, right, when you need help, you need to call a trusted adult. At least, that's what he remembered being taught as a child...

Glancing around, he then pointed at the man's pocket, presumably where he'd keep his phone. Most people pocketed them, right? The man didn't respond, although the grip on his arm loosened a lot. "Are you mute?" They asked. He shook his head. "Don't want to talk to strangers?" Now, he nodded.

Humming in response, the bluenette tightened his grip again and dragged the ravenette toward the populated street again. He squirmed and resisted, but it did nothing. His eyes filled with tears, as the man dragged him through the crowd. It took years for him to escape, he couldn't let someone kidnap him again! Not so quickly, not immediately after freedom!

"Calm down, Jesus Christ," the man groaned. Shaking from fear, he decided to oblige and stopped trying to resist. "I'll take you back to my home and clean you up, you're disgusting." He nodded in agreement. Years of dirt, blood, tears and sweat caked his thin body. Baths were a luxury that he couldn't experience. The only part of his body that had been cleaned was his neck with the use of sterile alcohol wipes. "My name's Saihara Shuichi, what's yours?"