Damien~1

Damien's point of view. Things happen. You should continue reading.

Damien's feet slammed against the cold earth, not caring what was in his path. His mind was scattered, almost like the terrain he was running through now. The trees surrounding him were making it difficult for the moonlight he desperately needed to pass through, which was a good yet bad situation.

Good because he could escape without being seen, bad because he couldnt see them.

Nothing he could do now. The memories of imprisonment, torture, and expirimentation were implanted in his brain, far beyond repair. But he had to show what a monstrosity the Institution is to the world.

Sweat was pouring down his face, somewhat blocking his vision. He didn't care anymore. He stopped caring years ago.

The woods were calm. Silent almost, with the exception of Damien's footsteps pounding with every ounce of his willpower.

I have to leave, he thought.

He knew if he dared to glance behind him, he'd see what he feared most of all.

Damien, at this state, was exhausted. Three cruel hours, running with all his might, barely producing a breath of air was taking its toll on his body.

His knees, as strong as they were, were about to buckle beneath him. His lungs, about to burst.

But his will beckoned him to run for his life. For freedom.

His eyes, drooping down lower and lower with each passing minute, were sagging dangerously low.

His stomach was growling, making a sound that equaled a lions roar.

Damien pushed through it all and didn't complain. He couldn't How could he? He was alive, but not healthy. He was free and not a test subject, unlike his former life. He was his own man. Do whatever pleased him most.

Damien could only wish for one thing though. Sleep. Just one little break wouldn't hurt, he thought.

Just one little...nap...

His eyes drooped down to their lowest point, barely touching his bottom eyelid.

 

Instant pain emerged.

Agonizing. Excruciating.

Yet, familiar. The very same axe he had faced off against years before, was in his back.

Damien fell hard on his knees and toppled forward on the ground. His eyes, now wide open, searched for the culprit.

None was found.

He knew it was them. It had to be. It couldn't be anyone else.

Damien's willpower was gone...and as he fadedinto the opaque, he sung a song only his mother from a far off memory could sing.

"Hush little baby, dont you cry...

Mommas gonna sing a lullaby..."

 

Tears flowed down his cheeks.

The taste of defeat, a taste that he had known for so long, had a new sensation. The salt from his tears did not suit his hunger...

Author's Note

I have worked EXTREMELY hard on this peice.
But, if you don't like it. Tell me. But tell me why.

Thanks.
Hope you enjoyed it.

Reviews

[Rediscovery]

I liked this first chapter. There were a few grammer errors in there but I like the plot so far. Keep writing.

[LochnezzMonster]

I like this intro a lot, It keep you hooked mostly because of the detail. it brings fond memories of James pattersons Maximum ride. I don't know if this is based of of the but it very much like it and I love that series. You should keep writing.

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Intriguing. One of the best first chapters I've read; it leaves the reader wanting more. Obviously, Damien had a normal life at some point; you tell that here. Somehow he become a prisoner, a hostage, a human lab rat. The book's set up is great; keep going with it.