Kael and Elara could not stick around the lab for too long so they started their journey away from the lab environs. They could not go back home so their best bet was the forest.
For hours, they walked in silence. Both of them tired and exhausted in different ways. The forest too, was deadly silent. Kael’s breath clouded the air in front of him, thick and ragged. His knees were planted in the damp earth, trembling under his own weight. Every part of him hurt. Not the surface-level kind, the ache that lived in the bones. In the marrow. Behind him, he heard Elara stopped walking and stand still, watching him like he might snap in half or explode. He wished he could promise her he wouldn’t. But he wasn’t so sure. Not after what he had just done to the guard. He still did not want to think about it. So he pushed it to the back of his mind a d kept walking. A breeze passed through the trees, rustling the leaves. It should have been calming. Should have sounded like freedom. It didn’t. Everything felt… sharp. Every crack of a twig, every rustle of movement in the dark, it cut. He could hear things he wasn’t supposed to. Bugs crawling under bark. A fox padding across grass twenty feet away. Water dripping inside a rotting log. His senses had sharpened into weapons. This was what happened when he consumed blood. He was sure of it. And yet, the hunger was still there. Pressing in behind his teeth like a second heartbeat. “Elara,” he rasped without turning. “Where are we?” “I think we’re in the south woods,” she said softly. “There’s a road about two miles out. We just need to follow the ridge until we hit it.” Kael’s fingers dug into the dirt. “And then what?” “Then… We would figure it out. I could take you somewhere safe. Somewhere they won’t find you.” He let out a dry laugh, shaking his head. “Safe doesn’t exist for me anymore.” “You don’t know that.” she argued. “I do.” He finally turned to look at her. Her eyes were still wide—tired, scared, but steady. “You saw what I was turning into down there. You felt it.” She didn’t answer. She didn’t have to. “You’re not just… mutating,” she said finally. “You’re adapting. Your body’s changing fast, yeah. But it’s not all bad.” “Tell that to the part of me that nearly tore your throat open. The part of me that killed and drand drank blood from a guard” Elara flinched. Not from fear, but from truth. Kael looked away again. “You should’ve left me. I don't know what I am becoming. You should have left me there.” “I couldn’t.” Elara said, squaring her shoulders. “You should have.” “I know.” She finally admitted They stood there in the silence for a moment longer, the night humming around them. Kael’s hand brushed over his own skin. His arms were hotter than they should’ve been, veins bulging faintly, twitching under the surface. His skin looked darker than usual, not from the night or his complexion, but like something beneath it was shifting. A glow trying to push through. A warning. “Elara… do you have any idea what he was trying to make me into?” Elara hesitated but finally let out a deep breath and answered. “I think so,” she said. “My dad talked about ‘reclaiming potential.’ He never said exactly what it meant. Just… something about sharpening evolution. Building soldiers that didn’t burn out.” Kael scoffed. “Soldiers.” “He thinks he’s saving the world.” “And what am I?” Kael looked at her. “His perfect weapon?” “You were never supposed to survive it. He had high hopes for your survival, yes, but you also had a huge chance of being another failed project." That made Kael go still. He turned slowly, locking eyes with her. “What?” She swallowed. “There were others. Kids who came through the foster program before you. I thought he was helping them, rehabbing, detoxing, healing. But none of them came home after they visited the lab. Not one. He said they were ‘too weak.’” Her voice shook at the edge. “Then you came along. Strong. Smart. Perfect candidate. He called you a breakthrough. I read it in all his earlier journals" Kael felt like something cold had wrapped around his spine. “I was the control group,” he muttered. “I was the one he was betting on.” Elara said nothing. He stepped back from her. Just one step. But it said everything. "You knew,” he whispered. “Some part of you knew.” "I didn’t want to believe it.” Elara whispered "Doesn’t make it less true.” “I tried to stop it.” Elara was really getting tired of arguing with him. It showed in her voice as she responded. "I tried all I could" He laughed bitterly. “You didn’t try hard enough. You told me we were family. You told me you were happy I was part of your home. All the while you knew something was off. You knew he would take me to the lab the way he took the others. You knew...” Her face cracked at that. He turned away again, walking a few feet toward the ridge. The moonlight carved his features into sharp lines, his face older, harder than it had been a week ago. The silence dragged. Finally, he said, “He’s going to come for me.” "I know.” "And I don’t think I’ll be able to stop myself next time.” “You will,” she said, too quickly. “You don’t know that.” “I have to.” Kael crouched, hands in the dirt again, breathing slow and shallow. There was something alive inside him. Something that liked the hunger. That wanted to be free of all the fear and shame and guilt. That told him he’d never be vulnerable again. That thing was louder now. He knew it had a voice. Soon, it might have control. “I’m not scared of dying,” Kael said. “I’m scared of becoming something worse than him.” Elara moved beside him and knelt down too, her voice quiet. “Then don’t.” “It’s not that simple.” “Yes, it is,” she said. “Because you haven’t hurt anyone who didn’t deserve it. Because you ran when you could’ve attacked me. Because you’re still here. And that’s your choice.” He looked at her. She met his gaze, unwavering. “He didn’t break you. That means something.” Kael nodded slowly. “I don’t know how long I can keep it up.” “Then we figure it out together.” He let out a breath. “You always this stubborn?” She smiled faintly. “Only with people who almost eat me.” A weak laugh escaped him. The first real one in days. The wind picked up again. A howl in the distance, it sounded like a coyote, maybe. Too far to be a threat. But Kael still listened to it like it meant something. “We need to keep moving. Come on. Let's go" “Alright.” They turned toward the woods, steps slow but steady, the darkness folding in around them like a shroud. Kael didn’t feel safe. But for now, he wasn’t in chains. That was enough.
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"KAEL!!!"
Hunger branded Kael like a red hot iron. He wanted more. He needed more. It felt like he was going to die. Like he would fall right there to his death. But he could not let himself look towards Elara.He didn’t even let himself speak to her, afraid of what could happen if the wrong though or movement triggered him. Kael sat with his back against a rock, his knees pulled up, blood drying on his fingers like war paint. His heart had slowed, but the taste was still there, on his tongue, behind his teeth, in his head.He wanted to vomit. But more than that, he wanted more.He hated that.Elara was across from him, crouched by a nearby stream running shallow over roots. She was washing her hands. He wondered if it was her blood or his. Or the boy’s.Kael’s voice cracked the silence. He decided that he needed to hear her voice. It would ground hi.. Keep him tethered to reality. “Do you think I’m one of them now?” She didn’t turn."Like that boy?” he said again, quieter.Elara looked up, dr
The Boy In The Woods
The road never came.They walked and walked for so fucking long, Kael began to feel sorry for Elara. He did not feel fatigue from the long trekk except for the strength sapping from him because of his inner battle.They kept looking forward, walking towards the road that Elara mentioned that never came into view.What came instead was silence.The kind that crawled up your neck and whispered things behind your ears. The kind that didn’t feel like peace, but like something holding its breath.Kael pressed a palm to the bark of a twisted pine tree, letting the cold bite into his skin. He didn’t trust himself to keep moving without breaking into a sprint. Not when his knees ached like he’d been running for hours. Not when the bones in his back were moving.They’d walked for what felt like forever. Elara kept behind him, quiet and watchful. Probably scared. Probably thinking of turning around. Probably realizing she should’ve left him in that cell.Kael wouldn’t blame her.He didn’t even
A Howl In The Distance
Kael and Elara could not stick around the lab for too long so they started their journey away from the lab environs. They could not go back home so their best bet was the forest.For hours, they walked in silence. Both of them tired and exhausted in different ways. The forest too, was deadly silent.Kael’s breath clouded the air in front of him, thick and ragged. His knees were planted in the damp earth, trembling under his own weight. Every part of him hurt. Not the surface-level kind, the ache that lived in the bones. In the marrow.Behind him, he heard Elara stopped walking and stand still, watching him like he might snap in half or explode.He wished he could promise her he wouldn’t.But he wasn’t so sure. Not after what he had just done to the guard. He still did not want to think about it. So he pushed it to the back of his mind a d kept walking.A breeze passed through the trees, rustling the leaves. It should have been calming. Should have sounded like freedom. It didn’t.Ever
Moonlight
Kael ran until his legs buckled under him, his hands slapping the floor to keep from falling face-first into cold steel. His vision twisted.Kale blinked repeatedly, but he could see lines bending where they shouldn’t, shadows twitching like they had breath. Every heartbeat pounded like a drum inside his skull, each thud echoing louder than the last.He tried to blink the haze away. It didn’t go, in fact, it only made his vision worse. Blurry and bleak. Kael had never run like that before. Not from a fight, not from his past, not even from the streets he grew up learning to navigate like a second skin.This was different.He wasn’t running to survive. He was running to protect. From himself. The thought was fucking messed up, but he kept running. His legs carried him through corridors he didn’t recognize, his breath sharp in his chest, too fast, too loud. Every footstep echoed behind him like he was being hunted. But he wasn’t. Not yet.He was the hunter.His skin itched like it was
He Could Smell Colors, He Could Smell Her.
Kael didn’t remember falling asleep.One second he was on the cold metal floor, still breathing too hard, still feeling her eyes on him. The next thing he knew, darkness. He knew he was asleep, he had to be, but he could feel everything. He tried to get himself to wake up, but he felt stuck in his own body. Then all he felt was heat. Eveywhere.Heavy, suffocating heat.Like fire pulsing under his skin.He stood in a hallway like the one in the lab, but the lights were red, and everything dripped. The walls… were pulsing. Breathing. As if the whole place was alive, waiting.He looked down. His hands were covered in blood. Not glowing veins this time. Not a trick of light.Blood, warm, thick, dark, and fresh.He tried to wipe them on his shirt, but the more he scrubbed, the more it smeared, like the blood was coming from inside him. Like he was leaking.He turned a corner and saw someone standing ahead of him.A girl. Small. Pale. Familiar. One of the foster kids.Kael stepped forward.
"You can't survive it"
Immediately Kael could no longer see or smell 34C, Kael burst out if his hiding place, running towards nowhere in particular.But not fast enough.He heard the growl first, low and sharp, like a blade dragged across stone. His nose hurt, his eyes felt like they needed to close for a long while, but Kael fought to keep them open. He needed to be awake and alert if he ever planned to escape from this hell hole. He listened again from the growl straining his ears... Then out of nowhere, he felt he impact of another body colliding with his own. 34C slammed into him from behind and they both went down hard. Kael hit the floor shoulder-first, breath crushed out of him. He rolled, tried to scramble back, but the other boy was already on top of him, pinning him down like a predator that had done this before.“You run like prey,” 34C whispered, grinning. “But you smell like me.”Kael drove his elbow up and luckily caught 34C’s jaw before he bit out a chunk of his arm. The older teen barely
