His face beamed with a cute smile. He was a cute kid when he smiled. This was the first time I saw it, he was always frowning every time I see his face. Studying his face longer, he had dark red spots under his eyes, and his eyes had very little life to it. Still, he was genuinely smiling, his emerald green eyes twinkling as he continued to smile in glee. I never thought he could smile like that.
“I want to talk to you about who I am.” Glass answered.
“Who you are?” I responded. He nodded.
“I am an orphan. I didn’t always had these powers, when I was young and, then I was taken away when the orphanage said I was too harmful to the other kids.” He began to explain, “The orphanage I was staying at was on Prince Edward Island, they sent me away to a laboratory somewhere in Ontario. I’m unsure where because it’s all still hazy in my mind. The laboratory was filled with other kids like me, we all tried to stick together but some…” I patted my hand on his shoulder, twisting my face of sympathy towards him.
“About five times a day we were told to take these types of medication, there was a blue one and a red one. We got tested for blood, urine, spinal fluid and saliva each day also. Once a week I would be given a shot, after taking my shot I would be put in a room with another kid. We would have to fight each other until one is gravely injured, or best is when they just pass out. Some kids never came back from the test and some don’t come back until months later.” He continued. Eyes began to well in his eyes, “When I turned ten, they moved me to a different facility. I’m not sure where it is. I was with a group of other adults and children. We were given mission through letters, each time I successfully executed one they would promote me to a higher position. In the letter we were given, there were these syringes with black liquid. We had to take them every day so we began to execute the mission better. At least that’s what they told us. Every time I was taking the black liquid it would cause me to be…” he stopped.
“It would cause you to act the way you acted when we met last time.” I finished. He nodded shyly. He dropped his head down. I’m guessing it is because he couldn’t look me in the eyes. How can this happen to him? This boy seemed different from the first time I met him. I felt a sudden pain in my chest, he was suffering so much. He’s only twelve, three years younger than me. I thought back all the times I pitied myself for what only happened for the last two days.
“Glass…” I responded reluctantly, “Was this laboratory called Caedenbitus?” He shook his head, “I don’t know, please don’t tell anyone I told you this. I don’t want to die. I want to stay here with you. I know I’m only fourteen but I’ll try to grow up as fast as possible.” Glass cried while clenching on to my shirt collar.
Wait, he’s fourteen. He had such a baby face and small stature, I thought he was a couple or even several years younger than me. Still, I embraced him back. I felt that this is what he needed the most at this moment. If he said he trusts me, sooner or later he will be able to trust the rest of us. When we parted I couldn’t help but pat his head. His hair was soft and glided perfectly in between my fingers.
“The reason why I don’t want you to speak to anyone about it is that….” He paused. Glass took a deep breath and whispered in my ear, “The man you called Uncle Earl, I’ve seen him before in the laboratory. At least pictures of him.” My eyes widened when I heard his words, at the same time Hali and Uncle Earl walked into the room. I looked back at Glass, he had his index finger covering his lip, tell me to keep quiet. Oh my god! Was there something that Uncle Earl knew that the rest of us didn’t?
“Juvia, Glass. Tonight, we should leave. Earl said he saw the police poking around closer to this area. Make sure you pack your stuff, we will leave at dawn.” Hali ordered with her blonde eyebrows furrowing. I looked over at Uncle Earl. He was staring at Glass. Please, I’m not ready for this…
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