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Echo the Bartholomew

"Run."
That was all that he needed to hear before he raced off, trying his hardest to escape. His little legs couldn't do it though - he just couldn't outrun the State's soldiers, men practically trained from birth to hunt down his kind and eliminate them.
Struggling as he tried to break free of the grasp, he gave out a gasp of surprise as something was injected into his arm.
Giving off a small burst of heat, his captor dropped him. Without thinking, only functioning off of primal instinct, he took off running.
And then he dropped, the world fading to black.

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The serum they had injected him with should have been enough to kill him. After all, he was only a seven year old boy. But somehow, he had managed to survive the lethal dose, only falling into unconsciousness.
The soldiers had taken him out to the woods. Pouring an extremely flammable substance over him, they lit a lighter, and then let his body catch afire.
He was out for all of it.
Only waking up from the intense pain that was engulfing almost every sense, his eyes shot open. Suddenly, the pain lessened slightly, but only because he had been able to conjure enough of his own fire to stave off some of the enemy's.
But he was losing consciousness once more. He wasn't sure how long he could take this...

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"Hey! There's a body over here!"
The search party sent out by the Resistance had found him, though they assumed that the charred body was no longer living.
"...Wait a sec... Get a carrier! We need to get him to Kat! He's alive!"
The boy stirred ever so slightly. The only thing that the person who had found him would remember was the forlorn, hurting look in the dim eyes of the boy.
"You'll be alright, kid. You're in safe hands now..."

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Once back to the Resistance's hideout, the boy had fallen under the care of the residential doctor, a human by the name of Kat. She had managed to get her hands on some of the State's nanobot technology, and so she was able to fully heal the boy's skin.
By the time she was done with him, he was physically as good as new. Whether he was fine mentally would remain to be seen.
On the eighteenth week he had been there, he finally came out of the semi-induced coma Kat had put him under while his body healed. Waking up, the boy looked around wildly, trying to find some way, any way possible that he could escape and get out of here.
Kat jumped up, immediately beginning to treat him like a person would a scared and frightened animal.
"Easy now, kid. You're alright. You're safe here, no one's going to hurt you, I swear on it."
After half an hour of coaxing and soothing the terrified boy, he finally calmed down enough to where he would answer some of Kat's questions, though the information came reluctantly.
"So, you don't remember how you got here?" she asked.
The boy simply shook his head.
"Do you remember where you came from?"
Another head shake.
She was getting nowhere with this. He wasn't talking... But maybe he was thinking.

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A face popped into the room. It's owner was a boy, looking to be of Arab descent.
"Heya, kid," he said cheerily. The orphaned boy frowned a bit.
Who are you? he thought.
"A friend."
After that initial moment, the boy took a liking to Faris. He never made the kid talk when he didn't want to, simply because he didn't need to.
After months of calling him just 'Kid,' Faris finally got curious.
"So, kiddo, what's your name?"
A pause as he thought. Then a rather upset look appeared on his face - he didn't remember his name.
Faris caught that thought and frowned a bit. "Nothing? Nothing comes to mind at all?"
No.
"Well then, kiddo," Faris said, wrapping an arm around the small boy in a hug, "Looks like you're just a misfit after all."

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