Summary: He wasn't sure where he was going, but he knew he had to get away.

Contains vague references to human experimentation. SPOILERS FOR 245 OH GOD.

Written for the prompt, 'Existence well what does it matter?/I exist on the best terms I can/The past is now part of my future/The present is well out of hand/Heart and soul, one will burn' OH MY GOD. LOOKIT. JUST LOOKIT! 8D 8D 8D

This is going to be so jossed but I don't caaaaare. XD


Run

By Dark Ice Dragon


M-24 coughed, stumbling into the wall, seeing the bodies of the agents slumped in front of him. He couldn't help a weak chuckle, feeling blood trickling from his throat; he was supposed to be the experimental material, the one who was thrown away like trash when he became useless – he had been thrown away, being used until his body had refused more changes.

Feeling a shudder course through his body, M-24 closed his eyes, trying to steady his breathing. He needed to get away – he'd escaped from the lab, but that meant nothing if they dragged him back.

Opening his eyes and pushing himself away from the wall, M-24 started lumbering his way out of the alley. He needed to hide, to stay out of sight.

He wall-jumped up to the closest roof, his stomach twisting as he found that far easier than he used to, the jumps faster and longer. As soon as he landed, M-24 ran to the other side of the rooftop and jumped onto the next rooftop.

When his body demanded him to stop, M-24 did, lungs heaving, sweat trickling down his sides. But as far as he could tell, he hadn't been followed. Scanning the area once more, his ears straining for the sound of pursuit (only distant cars so far, getting further way), M-24 considered his options.

He had to run, but this was the Union he was talking about. Where could he hide that the Union couldn't find him? …M-21 had escaped too, though. M-24 couldn't help the twist of hope in his stomach, his breath shortening. M-21 had gotten away – if he hadn't, Crombel would have told him, brought them back together to show how futile it was to try and leave.

Which meant M-21 had to be alive. Somewhere. Was he even in Korea now? M-24 shook his head, trying to get rid of his thoughts. How long had it been? There was no way to tell how much time had passed in the lab, the days melting into each other of tests, injections, surgery and recovering from them all. M-21 had to have built a life for himself now, maybe with the children, possibly with those two men.

He didn't know and he should stop thinking about it now. If he were to crash back into M-21's life, if M-21 had a settled life that was free of the Union, how could he bring the Union's attention back to his comrade?

No. M-24 shook his head. No matter how much he wanted to see M-21 again, he couldn't do that to him.

Pulling his hood further down on his head, M-24 hunched his shoulders and started moving again.