Subject Seven

Subject Seven

There was only a single fence between him and freedom. He cleared the fence with ease, only hesitating when the razor wire caught his skin. He was bleeding when he struck the grass on the other side of the fence.

He would heal. He always did.

The air smelled cold and fresh, and the night was filled with stars and a breeze that caressed his bare skin and chilled him.

He had felt the cold before and far worse than this.

Limping, bleeding and bruised, he moved away from the only home he had ever known. Yes, he was afraid. He could admit that.

But he would survive. He had been designed to survive.

He made a vow to himself. He would do whatever he had to do to make sure he stayed free from the hell that was his home. Even if he had to kill the entire world to stay free.

Time would prove him a boy of his word.