Cw: Death, blood
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A Memory Unforgettable
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Quiet humming was heard as the owner of the soft song rocked back and forth with not a single sliver of emotion in their blank eyes.
Footsteps echoed throughout a narrow walkway before coming to a stop in front of the humming figure's cell.
"Shut the fuck up, you stupid cat." The additional figure snapped, banging heavily on bars of metal.
This caused the humming to stop as the said person didn't reply like the annoyed other was hoping for.
A small cat tail swayed back and forth as the second figure – a man in a guard's uniform – forcefully opened the cell's door.
Reaching a hand forward, the man forcefully snatched the young figure's forearm and jerked them up onto their feet.
The sound of metal chains could be heard rattling as the young child stumbled to catch their footing.
"We're taking you to that room. I'm pretty sure you know what I'm talking about, right?" The guard rudely asked as he tugged the young child out of the cell.
The young child felt the pull and strain on their shoulder blade but didn't give an expression. It was normal to be treated like this, of course... or so they thought.
The guard snatched the chain that was connected to the child's chained wrists and started to drag them after slamming and locking the cell door.
Dark eyes gazed downward, not wanting to meet contact with any of their cellmates' eyes.
A quiet tsk was heard from the guard as he came in front of the room's entrance and pushed it open.
The young child squinted their eyes so that they would be able to get used to the change of brightness.
Suddenly, a voice from an intercom came from above.
"Good, you brought in Subject 25151119." A woman's voice said from a small white box in the upper right corner of the room.
"Stay here. Subject 91270966 and Subject 78012455 should be here any second," the guard grumbled while unlocking the chains around the child's ankles and wrists before leaving.
Blinking, the young child's ear twitched as they looked around the room with a blank look.
The room was plain white with three mechanical doors on the North, East, and West sides of the room. The flooring was made out of light grey styrofoam which was stiff to the touch.
"Subject 91270966 and Subject 78012455 are now here."
Dark-colored eyes drifted over to the two new figures that had entered the room not long after their owner had.
"Please head South to the room, and pick up your weapon," the woman's voice from the intercom, ordered.
The three children glanced at each other for a few seconds before heading over to the said wall, taking notice of all the weapons that were strung up onto it.
Without hesitation, Subject 78012455 picked up an axe and swung it off at the side, wanting to get used to the feeling of holding it.
Subject 91270966 was more hesitant before picking up a kitchen knife.
The young child gazed at the weapons for a few more seconds before taking hold of a handgun.
With that, the weapons disappeared back into the wall as if they were never there in the first place.
"Subject 78012455, Subject 91270966, and Subject 25151119," the woman started from the intercom.
The group of three gazed upward at the intercom, wanting the woman to continue.
"You are to kill and murder each other. The one remaining on their feet will be given porridge as their reward," the woman explained.
The two taller subjects glanced at the younger and shorter one in the room, before looking back at each other.
"Now, start."
The first one to move was Subject 78012455 by tackling Subject 91270966, who fought back.
A flicker of the tail was seen as the young child lifted their hands shakily in the direction of both subjects brawling it out.
It didn't take long for one of them to be killed as Subject 91270966's detached head went flying and splattering blood on the two remaining subjects' faces.
Subject 78012455 turned menacingly toward the young figure, blood dripping from the axe that they chose.
"Subject 25151119... I knew it would be a good idea to kill the stronger off first. The weakest are always the best to be saved for last," they stated.
A small hiss left the child's lips, their finger hovering over the trigger to the weapon.
The other subject smirked widely as they kicked the dead body away from them.
"Kill me, I dare you. Oh, wait. You don't have the guts to do that!" Subject 78012455 laughed, running a hand down their face.
Slowly, Subject 78012455 walked over to the younger, their hands thrown off to the sides; the axe still in their hand.
"Do it, I dare you," they cackled.
The child's eyes darkened a bit, the blood on their face rolling down.
"Bang," the child whispered.
"What?" The other subject asked before a scream of pain was heard.
Subject 25151119 watched as the other fell, clutching onto their stomach.
"You... bitch," the fallen figure hissed.
"Bang," the child emotionlessly repeated.
And just like that, another bullet wound went between the fallen figure's eyes.
The sound of rattling was heard, as the door beside the young child was opened.
"Place down the gun, Subject 25151119."
Dark-colored eyes drifted over to the guard that wanted their owner to drop the weapon.
Instead of doing so, the young child shot the guard in the knee and darted right by him.
"Subject 25151119 is escaping! I repeat Subject 25151119 is escaping!" The fallen guard groaned out in pain.
The young child slammed their small self into a push door, nearly slipping as their bare feet made contact with a plain white floor.
Ears perked, the child ran down the hallway keeping their eyes open and on the lookout for a red sign that would lead them to a possible exit.
"Get back here!" A voice hollered.
A cry left the young child's lips as they felt something go through their right shoulder.
Their dark-colored eyes shook as their owner pressed their hand against the opened wound, feeling blood soaking their fingers.
'Out... I need... out. Find him... find (Y/n).' The young child thought as they changed their direction by heading left and down a new hallway.
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After fifteen minutes of chasing, the young child was finally able to slam themselves straight out of the building that had caged them.
Blood dripped and slid down the child's fingers, dripping straight down onto a pile of snow that didn't bother them at all.
"Run... run..." They whispered, a quiet whimper escaping their lips as they ran past a group of agents.
The hospital gown they were wearing reached down to their knees and was covered in their own blood.
Reaching a hand out, the young child went tumbling down a hill that was covered in snow.
As they rolled, their blood sunk into the snow, staining it.
Rocks grazed at the young child's figure, causing even more small wounds to open.
Within an additional three minutes of falling, the young child's back made harsh contact with a tree, causing them to spit out blood from between their lips.
Blood dripped down the child's lips as they weakly reached a hand out. "(n)... (Y/n)... (Y)..." They painfully murmured.
The child couldn't hear the footsteps rushing up to them in pure worry.
"Oh, dear... Don't worry, little one. Gramps here will help you," an elderly voice was heard despite it being muffled out.
"He...lp..."
(F/n) blinked as they felt a nudge on their shoulder, and looked up in confusion.
"Kujou Sara is currently attacking. Gorou is leading the resistance, but we need to hurry and help him." (Y/n) explained.
(F/n)'s eyes widened a bit. "Then what are we waiting for, come on!" They shouted as they darted.
Kokomi and (Y/n) followed after the sixteen-year-old in an instant.
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