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"Sometimes all you need in the end is someone who will hold you and say everything is alright..."
- Unknown
Omega City , Barrens, 2:30 o'clock (Earth time)
It rained-or rather-it was pouring down, the kind of weather where you cannot even send your dog outside. The streets of the Barrens were deserted, only isolated remnants of trash being whipped across the street. In the distance, a fast, rhythmic patter of footsteps were approaching.
At the end of the road appeared a young man. He ran, ran for his life. He did not want to be captured again, never feel this pain, this torture anymore. He would rather die in the gutter somewhere. Everything and anything would be better than him going through this nightmare once more.
He kept running, even though his muscles were burning and his wound was sending waves of pain through his body. It started bleeding again and he saw the blood running down his leg, but that did not stop him. They must never take him there again, never. How far he had already gone, he did not know. He did not even know where he was-he was simply running.
The bitch had cheated him. Every word she said a lie, a facade to make him obedient. All of her feelings were all just played-he had loved her and she had laughed at him! After everything, she just laughed.
"You think I'm stupid and would fall in love with such an idiot ?" she told him straight to his face, with that mocking laughter. He hated her for it and they would suffer cruelly. He would have throttled them immediately, but they had driven an injection of Narkojet into his arm, as they always do whenever he does not play their game, motherfuckers. Never again, bastards, never.
His legs gave way and he stumbled, crashing down on his knees. His lungs burned like fire, and every muscle in his body trembled. The street started to blur from his sight. He shook his head to clear his mind again and scrambled up clumsily, his legs failing to work. But, with his iron will, he forced them to start running once more. He turned down a side alley.
Dead end, Drek. Tears burned in his eyes and he could not move on. His legs sagged away from him and he collapsed. The effort, the blood loss-it was just too much. Breathing heavily, he was on the ground, the rain that was beating down on him washed his blood down the street. In the distance he could hear a car approaching, slowly.
He couldn't face it. Couldn't return back to the bitch. Can't face the pain, the torture. He could not bear any more. They had ruined his life. He heard the car at the end of the road stop, doors open and footsteps approach. He felt someone gently kneel down and stroke his hair. He trembled, for he was cold, he was afraid he would go back.
Never again, please, no more experiments.
"Everything will be alright." The dark, soft voice of a man tried to calm him. He wanted turn his head to see who was talking, as he did not know the voice, but his muscles would not move. He could only lie there and feel the cold come crawling into in his limbs. "Bring him to the doctor, the best you can find and fast!" He felt two people lift him up in the same moment that everything blurred and he slipped into deep darkness.
Description of Yago:
Surname: Alvarez
Name: Yago
Alias: Thirteen
Gender: male
Nationality: Spanish/US
Eye Color: silver
Hair Color: sand
Height: 1,75 m
Weight: 74 kg
Age: 30
Sexuality: straight
Parents:
His mother is dead. What happened to his father is unknown.
He was adopted by a scientist when he was a small boy of 5 years but he can't remember that time.
His memory was erased to make him more obedient and to take away his personality.
He only remembers things of the last 10 month of his life. But taking away his personality totally failed.
He was a member of Navarres team and his code name was and still is "Thirteen."
He still is used as a Point Man.
Remarkable Features:
His whole left side is tattooed, only his hands and face are not, improved strength with synthetic muscles,
improved speed and reflexes, night vision.
Appearance:
Athletic build, Urban camouflage pants and combat boots, T-Shirts,
mainly colored in natural or blue tones, Dog tags and a delicate necklace with a cross ,
sometimes he is wearing a military jacket, Short hair, stubbles, tanned.
Behavior:
Self confident , stubborn, playful, pride, mistrustful, loyal to his rare friends, keeps always the promises he gives at all costs.
He's not very talkative and tends to be cold towards people he doesn't know.
He can be a real bastard for people he doesn't like or if he is in a bad mood.
A picture of Yago:
Traditional Pictures (c) by Ares
Digital Picture done for me by Sara Biddle.
Yago (c) by Ares
