"Get back here!" The armed guard in all black behind me yelled, he was big brawn and definitely without brains. He wasn't big in the muscle department if you thought that's what I meant. He didn't appear like he should have been protecting the lab that I just left. He was more of a bully type that had no business being a soldier.
I ignored him and scaled over the fence that read: "ELECTRIC FENCE, DONT CLIMB OVER BRUH YOU'LL DIE" it wasn't turned on. It hasn't been turned on for years. I ran across the pavement, clutching my broken arm. The break wasn't recent or permanent. I just haven't given it time to heal, I broke it a month ago while playing soccer, back when I was just a normal kid. I reached my friend Sylvie after losing the Feds.
"I....I got this-" I choked out, panting. holding up a green keycard with my functioning arm. We were doing this in the safest of all places, an alleyway only partiality lit up by a neighboring buildings window. This city was almost beautiful at night. Almost. Sylvie snapped me out of my thoughts. "Nice." She stated quietly, grabbing it and putting it in her jean pockets. She was wearing a black hoodie....In July. How she was still alive is something I couldn't tell you. We've been friends since middle school and we've been inseparable. Even when the scientists kidnapped us.
Oh.....You weren't expecting me to drop a bomb like that on you this early? Well things don't always go as planned. Sit down, and if you are sitting down, stop slouching. Because things are about to get wild.
I awoke with a energized start, from a horrible memory being brought to light by my brain, in my own personal brain movie theater. Thanks brain, I love ya. I slowly pulled myself into a upright position. Sylvie was still asleep and so was....Everybody else.

Calypso, the 16 year old with her white, transparent skin was still asleep, her red eyes glowed behind her eyelids. Jeff the 13 year old was also sleeping, on the floor. His long blonde hair that he refused to cut because it looked "punk rock" was flowing onto the floor.....And it was unwashed. There was probably a bug in his hair, snuggled up tight in a blanket of blonde hair. He was interesting because he had 6 fingers on each hand. Then there was me, Andrew. I'm a indestructible 16 year old. I can die, just nothing can penetrate my skin, at least I can read books without getting paper cuts! I stood up and tiptoed to Calypso's bed. I tapped her on the shoulder as light as I possible could, she groggily opened her eyes and looked at me. "Did.....Did you get the flashback again....?" She asked, still regaining her grip on this mortal plane.
"Yes." I stated.
Although we were safe now, I still get horrible flashbacks of when me and Sylvie escaped from the lab.
Or, we were safe for now at least, also I must warn you now reader. This tale won't have a happy ending, if it's a fairytale you want then please put this book down.
Now where was I? Oh, right. After I had an insightful cry with Calypso, I snuck to the bathroom. Might as well get a early start eh? I looked at myself in the mirror. I was wearing my usual red t-shirt and black shorts, with my jet black short hair. (that I have washed, unlike Jeff's mess.) My body was covered in scars, either from fights or needle scars from the experiments. they're all old and they'll never go away. Much like my past experiences. Now reader, you may wonder why I'm telling you this, why I'm writing a book about my experiences for you to read? Well I have to get this off my chest, but I have to tell it to somebody I don't know.

Somebody that isn't near me.

Most important, somebody who can't hurt me.

Since you picked up this book, Woohoo! Confetti! You get to learn about my tramatic experiences! isn't that exciting?!?
However I'm going to cut it here.
It's just too risky to keep writing at this current time.


-A.