Trapped

It fell…

The boy stared at the ceiling of his tomb. Nothing could move it. He was trapped, and he knew it. He had just been playing with the lab rats in the basement of his father’s lab, and the next thing he knew, the ground was shaking, the cage crushed, and he was bruised and battered. And he was trapped. Under all the clutter, and he’ll be forgotten…what…happened? Why did father leave me? The thoughts ran through his head, and he tried to dig himself out, soon realizing how futile it was. He’d die down here…

            Days had passed, and the auburn haired boy hadn’t moved. Covered in dirt and dry blood, he had curled into a ball, waiting for death…then his eye caught sight of something. He knew there was food, but if it survived, he’d need to eat sparingly…but what was that? He pulled himself up, wobbling over to the containers. Father always told him to stay away from that enticing purple liquid. What ever it was, it could help… if not with survival, then for an easy death… he grabbed a small container, opening it. He knew it could do something either bad or good. Just a little will help. Only a bit… He took a sip. The stuff was bitter, and horrible tasting. Useless… He put it down, but then he started feeling pressure, and before he could think, he was on the floor, everything going black. When he woke up, it was only for a few seconds, but he couldn’t take in the sights. The containers...there were 34 of them and they were all full. Now, only about 15 remained full. But that wasn’t what alarmed him the most. Everywhere there was… writing on the wall, some bright red, some purple, from that nasty tasting liquid. And it all said one word. Carmello. His name….What…what had he done?! He got up, trying to take everything in. Writing on the wall, dead rats everywhere…some of them with bite-marks, and at one point, it looked as if they were thrown at the wall for fun! This couldn’t have all happened in one day… he looked down, shaking, but just causing more alarm. He was right, it didn’t happen in one day. His body looked entirely different…at least a years worth of growth and change. He was…asleep…for a year?! All the alarm just lead him to falling once more, staring up at the ceiling one last time before blacking out. There’s a hole…escape! He reached up for it, vision going fuzzy before it went completely black.

            Where am I? The thought just bounced around in his head, before he was able to bring himself to moan, opening his eyes, expecting his tomb. But…that wasn’t where he was… he tried to sit up, expecting to be starving and weak…though…he had eaten… recently? He ran out of food ages ago. When his sight returned to normal, he didn’t see the lab… it was a room? Why…was he here? He tried to get up, but this time, it wasn’t his body keeping him back… it was someone else. He looked over, holding back a yelp. A…girl? Where the hell was he?!