Something that I had been workin on last year and just left it after doing the very short prologue. Will prolly change the title an/or summary later.

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Break Out

By Dark Ice Dragon

Prologue

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I crept along the ground, trying to be as quiet as I could. I could hear birds twitering softly in the trees above me. Glancing around, all that I could see were trees and the foliage surrounding me. Through the leaves, sunlight filtered through. Apparently there was no one in sight.

But I knew better.

I knew that there were people there. Hiding. Waiting.

Waiting for me.

A bird screeched overhead. A flutter of wings. A flock? Something must have scared them. Humans? Hunters of their kind?

What did they do to me? I heard the sounds like they were in my head. Everything was too bright. I could smell everything. Why? I glanced at my hands, wanting to believe it was all a dream. It wasn't. It was still there. The blood. The claws. The scales.

What the hell did they do to me?

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The telephone rang once before it was picked up. "There is still no sight of the escapee," a voice said immediately. There was an inhalation of breath, but before he could continue he was interrupted.

"Then why are you still talking to me?" the voice was low, each word said slowly.

"Sorry sir. I will continue the search right away."

"Good." There was a click as the reciever was placed back on the holder. "Damnit!" A dull thud of a fist on wood. Of all the experiments to escape, it had to be him.

There was a crisp knock at the door and it was pushed open with or without the occupant's consent.

It was a brunette with light hazel eyes. Her hair was in a ponytail but not all of it was tied back; she didn't try to move it away from her eyes. She was in formal wear but not a suit. A smudge of blood on her cheek went unnoticed by her.

"Well?" he snapped, not looking at the woman.

She paused for a second, uncertain how to start. "I'm sorry sir."

He sighed before replying, "You may go."

She left without another word.

He sighed again. Four men. Four good men. Dead. All dead. Because of experiment 88. Now 88 had escaped.

Rubbing his temples, he thought over what he was going to have to do. Phonecalls. He was going to have to make phonecalls to their families. Hmm, an accident at work. He didn't survive. It was painless, of course. Terribly sorry for your loss ma'am. He snorted. As long as they didn't suffer, they would never check too much into thier operations.

That was far from the truth.

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Ta-ra...