The rumble of an explosion caused the ground to shake violently. He found it hard to keep his footing as he ran away from the dust of the rumble behind him. His heart was pounding in his ears and he was breathing heavily, though he had to keep going. There was no turning back now. They were free from the Institution and there was no way in hell that he was going back. He'd rather die, which was probably what would happen if they were caught. This was a suicide mission and they all knew it, but they had to try. If they didn't, they would submit to those who had enslaved in the first place. Unlike like the rest of the population, he refused to go down without a fight.<br/><br/>Stumbling over his feet, he caught himself before he actually fell. With a few more struggled steps, he resumed the pace that he had been going. Looking over his shoulder, he could see the rest of the group following behind him. He could see some stragglers in the back, but he couldn't help them. They knew the risks and they had probably accepted their fate to be the first caught. He looked ahead once more, his long legs carrying the rest of his body as fast and far as they could. His muscles screamed at him after years of inactivity but he paid no mind to it. He had to escape or else he would go back to a meaningless life.<br/><br/>"Tristan!"<br/><br/>He looked back once more hearing his name, his green eyes widening. He watched as the Drones flew out from the Institution. He let out a loud cruse as he tried his best to use the forest to his advantage. The brunette leaped over the roots and fallen branches that littered the ground. The Institution was trying to bring them back but they had barely gone far! He wanted to scream and shout but that would waste precious energy. He had to save it if he wanted to survive tonight. He could hear the sounds of his comrades being captured one by one, knowing that his time would be approaching. He'd be damned if he let that happen. But he was inferior to them. He was would be and he knew it. But he couldn't live with himself if he didn't try.<br/><br/>He let out a yelp as a wire caught him around his ankles. He pitched forward trying to brace the impact that he was going to take. The ground met him with a slam, and his body bounced from the impact. He let out a low groan as he felt blood spill from his now cracked forehead. The brunette was tugged back by the Drone; he felt a part of him slowly dying. He would give anything to escape.<br/><br/>-----<br/><br/>He stared out the window of the Institution, a frown tugging at the corner of his lips. He was not pleased at all. The hole in the wall of their sanctuary had been defiled by filthy Human hands. The Council would surely enjoy a meeting to discuss this, but he refused to attend. He would not see it fit to have a discussion until all the Humans were back. Being of the Magi race, he was a prideful creature. He pinched the bridge of his slender nose, trying not to become too enraged. It would look poor on his race if he lashed out like Humans did. Clenching and unclenching his jaw, he found it less suitable to continue to stand at look at the destruction those savages had done. His long legs pulled him across the tiled floor, taking him far away from the window.<br/><br/>He moved through the long corridors of the Institution, his black and red robes billowing at his rushed movements. It was unlike him to be so enraged but he had a favorite little...toy amongst the group of escapees. He had been so hell-bent on breaking him and his friends that he had been blind of their plans. He was in pain; his pride was wounded and bleeding. Silver eyes narrowed as he thought of that face, that confident grin. He would not allow himself to be made a fool of. Magi were far more intelligent and powerful than Humans, he would be sure to show that to his toy. He ran his fingers through messy white locks, a snarl ready to leave him. His temper continuing to rise the longer the Drones took to collect the Humans.<br/><br/>"Master Uriah," a female slave addressed him.<br/><br/>"What is it," he snarled out, enjoying the way she cringed in fear.<br/><br/>"The Drones have retrieved the traitors."<br/><br/>He felt himself become calm and a smile touched his lips. "Excellent, please tell Ilail to join me in the Slave House."<br/><br/>"Of course, Master Uriah." The female bowed before leaving to find the man that he requested for. Uriah was sure that the other would partake in the punishment that he was going to give the Humans. It was only right that they were taught to submit and submit they would.<br/><br/>------<br/><br/>Tristan moaned as he was thrown to the ground, his body aching. He had his hand bound behind his back and ankles tied, least he tried to run again. The Drones were colorless beings, almost like the Human version of Albinos. He rolled to his side, glaring up at the emotionless face of the Drone who captured him. Her white hair was cut short, stopping at her chin, her pale eyes merely piercing his soul. He grunted as he was kicked in his gut, blood sputtering from his mouth. He coughed and drew himself to his knees and spat on the Drone's foot. Her impassive face remained the same before she turned and walked away from the handful of escapees. His pale green eyes looked at the beaten up group and he felt as if he had failed them.<br/><br/>"Guys, I'm sorry." He looked away from the pitiful group, they were going to be killed, he knew that much. They had given it their best shot butâ€¦in the end they had failed.  They had failed the Human race by getting captured; they would forever live a life of servitude to those foul, wretched Magi.