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Saul Hudson sat in the dark room he's known all his life. Dark and damp, and cold. So cold. The only thing he thinks he's ever felt that was
colder was that hand.That large, boney hand, that grabs him, holds him down by the neck everyday. The hand that always felt like death to
him.

He cringed, holding his knees that were drawn to his chest tighter. He hated thinking about it. This life.The things he's seen. The blood, the
screaming, the monsters created here. Before, these thought would've mad him vomit. Completely sick to his stomach, but he doesn't mind
anymore.

Saul looks up from his knees when he hears, yet another blood curdling scream. Dark red blood splatters infront of his caged door. He can
feel himself start to cry. Another innocent soul, taken by this cruel experiment. Saul heard footsteps from down the hall. He knew he was
next.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Saul snapped his head up, but nobody was there. The other children on either side of his own cage wer killed
days ago. One died like the others, from the chemicles inject into his heart. The other knew she would die anyway, so she took her only life,
So that they wouldn't get the satisfaction of doing it themselves, she had said. "I... I'm sorry?" He looked around again. To see if there was
any movement, some form of life around him. "Oh, sure! Sixteen years of Hell, and you can only hear me now?" Saul shuddered. Whatever
this thing was, it wasn't living. "I'm afraid I don't understand." He murmered to the unresponcive drakness around him.

There was a slam of the metal cage down the hall. "I don't hae time to explain everything! All you need to know is we need to get out of
here, now!" "But--" He went to argue, but this mysteriousl voice cut him off. "NO BUTS! Now you listen to me. We're getting out of here on
way or another." "How do we do that?" He asked shyly. "Just close your eyes. When you hear the door open again, wake up!"Saul was a
little unsure of this, but he did as he was told and closed his eyes.

He stands in another dark room, but this was different. it was bigger, warmer. Lit only by a very dull, red lightbulb that was
swinging slowly from somwhere. Ahead of him appeared a staircase. He followed it with his eyes and saw a bright, dark purple
figure. As if, in a flash, was at the top of these stairs. Face to face with this figure. Dark purple tendrils came out from its sides
and held Saul close.

He would've panicked, but the warmth this thing was sending through his body was was so comforting. The only thing he
could even think of doing was relax into this cretures touch. Let this thing take over his body. He was going to die anyway,
why not end it pain free and calm like this."Thank you." He whispered to this purple entity infront of him. It hushed him and
craddled him a little while longer. "Just sleep now." It whispered. "It'll all be over soon." He closed his eyes and let this thing
take away his pain. He slept. Not a care in the world about the things goin on around him. A few times he could hear more
screaming, sudden pains shoot up from his hands into the rest of him. He'd wince, but the purple light would glow brighter
and it would all be gone. He liked this. He never wanted to leave.

He opened his eyes. He felt something tickle his face. He giggled a little at this new sensation. His eyes finally coming into focus, he
saw that it was something dark and green brushing up against his face. He's heard of this before. It was called grass, wasn't it? He
slowly sat up, his entire body aching. He felt as though he was hit by a train. He opened his eyes a little more and shut them just as
quickly. He opened them even slower now. He hadn't been in any real light in his sixteen years on earth. When they adjusted to all
these new sights, he looked to see exactly where he was. He was laying up against a tree. In a meadow or something. He couldn't
really tell. He could feel the rest of his body waking up. His focus went right to his hands. He looked them over and saw his knuckles
were bruised almost black. His head was the next thing he noticed. He lightly rubbed a bruised hand over his forhead, feeling dryed
blood flaking onto it. The rest of his body seemed good enough though. His legs felt like he was running and kicking them alot, but
they weren't injured in anyway. He felt like he had a cracked rib, but oh well. He's felt worse.

He lay his head back against the tree. What was that he saw? Was that purple figure real, or just a crazy dream? He decided he
could think about that later when his head started throbbing again. He relaxed himself and was only thinking about the obvious.
"I'm free." He said to himself. "I'm finally free." He smiled, but it faded when he thought about that voice he heard. What about that kid?
Was it okay? He looked around slightly. Did it even make it out alive? Did it sacrifice itself for him? His head was hurting again, and he
laid back again. He felt himself starting to cry. That poor kid. Could've saved itself, but it let him live instead. He felt like crap now. A tear
Feel from his cheek, and he heard something. "What are you crying about now?"

He shot his head up, looked around, and saw nothing again. Why was he hearing things that weren't there? He continued crying silently
when he heard it again. "Hello! We're free! You do know that's a good thing, right?" Saul looked up one last time. Getting a little mad, he
stood up and looked around harder this time. He looked over the hill, around the tree, up the tree, everywhere that would be within ear
shot. "What's happening to me?" He asked himself loudly. "Hey! Keep it down! You don't want people thinking you're crazy, right?" Saul
stayed where he kneeled, tears falling down his cheeks. "Where are you?" He asked. "Why are you bothering me!" "Bothering you?" It
asked. "You fuckin' fucker! I saved your life and you treat me like this!" Saul felt a searing heat gather at the back of his skull. He hissed
and grabbed at his head, but it didn't stop. It only got worse. "I mean, what the fuck! You should go fuck yourself you piece of shit!"

This pain. It felt like hot clawing at the back of his brain. He was crying from pain now. "Okay!" He yelped quickly. "I'm sorry. Whoever,
whatever you are, please, just make this stop!" The pain held a few moment longer, then it was just gone. He toppled over. What was that?
Why did it hurt so bad? As he lay there panting, the voice piped up. "I didn't want to do that." It soothed. "I really didn't. But I put myself in
alot of pain to free us from that retched place, and you think you have the right to yell at me like that?" I'm sorry..." He panted. "I'm sorry. I
just... why can't I find you?" He asked. That little voiced piped again. "Because," It started. "I'm inside you." Saul shot up, and felt his stomach.
"Not inside you like that, you dumbass!" It spit. "I'm in your head. Don't worry though, you're not crazy. Just... lucky!" "how does this make me
lucky?" He asked the orchird around him. "Because," It explained. "I can give you anything you want. More or less. The only catch is, you have
to loan me your body until I can get a new one!" Saul looked. "So... I can start a whole new life?" He asked. "Whatever you desire, I shall try to
give it to you." "Saul smiled. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.

"Okay!" He stood up and looked beyond the city. His smile quickly dropping though. He looked himself over. His brownish dirt covered skin. His
long black wavy hair. He small boney frame. His tattered clothes. He could be spotted from a mile away. "I don't want to get caught again." He
whispered. "Can you do something to make me look a little different?" "Hmm..." The voice mauled over the problem and thought of a solution. "I supposed," It started. "I can do something about that." There was silence and then Saul felt his whole body tighten. He was almost forced to clech his eyes shut. After a few moments, everything relaxed again. He looked down at himself again. His hair had gone wild and curly. His arms and
legs were longer, and more muscular then before. He saw some of his torso through the rips and tears in his shirt. He was no longer skinny and boney. he had muscle now. All over. His skin, slightly whiter, but still pretty dark. He just looked like he was tanned. Not only did he look different now though, he looked at his hands and the bruises were a little better. Still painful and dark, but at least they weren't as bad as before. "So," The voice sounded very pleased with itself. "What do you think? Like it?" He rubbed his hands and nodded. "Yeah. I really do like it!" He walked down the large lush hill. "What'll we do now though?" He asked. "I never really thought about it." The voice replied. "I guess we'll deal with each obsticle as they come up, ne?" Saul smiled. "With you here to help, I don't think there's anything we can't do!"