The door slammed shut as he walked out of the room. The noise echoed loudly as everyone took a step back slowly, shocked . The dark skinned boy wasn't known for sudden outbursts of anger and emotion. He left them uncertain what to do next, looking around the room, in a daze.
Burrow walked the endless hallways hoping to find in this maze full of hate somewhere he could escape and run away from his pain. He walked past a small window, pausing for a moment and looked back behind his shoulder.
He looked out over the complex, the compound of hate. All around, men and women trained, mile upon mile, as the earth was forming up. For what reason did they made teachers, farmers become, well, killing machines.
He turned back around sick of looking through the window, sick of the complex. Though even when he looked forward again he still saw hatred. He couldn't escape the past and he couldn't escape the future. He started walking, his feet bounding the floor, sending noise through the empty and endless hallways.
He made it towards his dorm, he had walked first. But he felt the anger boiling up inside again like before, like every time he thought of what he was told, of what happened. He started to run, he started to cry, tears were brushing along his face making it hard to see, he didn't care he kept running. He stumbled against every corner he went past, but he still didn't care. He had almost made it to the dorm when he bumped into the commander. Again he didn't care and he ran past him. His shoulder barging its way through, he still didn't care.
He sat on his bed and wiped away the last of his tears. Finally, he
calmed down and in a way, he didn't have any more anger to let out. He
looked over at his gun lying next to his shelf and for a moment he
wondered...
He knew how easy it would be to pull the trigger and
forget. He'd get to see what came next but he also knew otherwise. He
knew that Mason wouldn't have wanted it that way.
He considered
getting out to train and try to forget. He knew it wouldn't work,
nothing would change. He decided to forget about the complex for a
moment, to forget about his life here. He needed to try something new.
***
He stood in front of the bulletin board. The giant screen lit up the
mess hall with new information. Burrow didn't care about anything else on
the board except what was in a small corner near the bottom right.
He had to step a few inches forward to read it.
"Volunteers needed for experiment. Large sum. No questions asked. Please report to the science wing."
He read it several times and realized that he had seen this with Mason before everything happened.
He
knew what he had read sounded a little suspicious but he hoped that
it may change things and that maybe he would forget and finally be able
to have a new life. He knew that what he was wishing for was too much to
ask and that maybe it really was just a small experiment. It might just be something about why his blood cells were different to other people, or some shit like that. It was a chance though and he wanted a
thing like that in order to escape the life, or hell, that he was in.
He
didn't waste anymore time thinking about his decision. He left the mess
hall without any doubts and headed for the science wing. He found
himself wandering down the empty hallways . The white walls reflected
the complex, like a picture, a depression of hate and sadness,
full of the world's mistakes.
When he finally reached the science
wing, he stood at the door and hesitated. He took a deep breath, willed
himself not to care, and pushed the door open. He walked in knowing that
he had just given his life away.
He dosent care for what comes next, but he is curious.
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