Pain.

Was one of the things he's knows very well. 

He never knew anything else but pain more.

He doesn't know freedom, love and so many other things, but pain he knew very well.

He also knew another thing, his name.

Natsu Dragneel.

Summer was the first thing he thought.

The boy's head pounded as if a hammer was pounding him.

This happened every time he began to think about his past. It hurt but he knew he had a past before this happened.

He began to close his tired eyes not wanting to see the darkness in his cold, dark prison but only to see them once again when he had woken up from his deep sleep. Or at least he thought he was sleeping.

It all started with a young boy at the age of 6 with vibrant forest green eyes and with the strangest thing he's ever seen...

Pink hair.

Spiky to be specific.

He was laughing with a giant red beast bigger than him.

"Igneel, you're a weird dragon." The boy said holding his stomach while laughing at the dragon's adventures that he told.

And with that the dragon began to laugh as well, his deep laughter joined with the young boy.

He always felt his heart ache at this scene and then suddenly the pictured changed.

To only find the young boy a now a year older, 7 years old.

Crying, his hands attempted to wipe the tears, but that only brought more to come.

Why was this boy crying?

Oh, right. His dra-father, wait father?

Well, that beast was gone he disappeared leaving the child alone at the mountain.

Suddenly a tall, dark figure rose behind the boy. Holding a dirty piece of cloth and on the other a small bottle with purple liquid was in it. The boy slowly turn around only to find a rough hand across his tin throat and his tiny mouth  covered in that dirty cloth stained with the bottle. Then the boys with pink hair woke up to a dark, cold cell just like his. His sore neck and wrist were in chains connected to wall behind him, his feet had chains as well but had a heavy ball at the end. It hurt to breath and move at the same time and then the door in front of the young child began to open, only to see a group men in their late and early eighties grinning madly at the young boy.

The boy shouted, but his protest fell to nothing but deaf ears. They began dragging him roughly into another dark room strapping him down to a wooden table. Next to a table ti him was filed with knifes and all sorts of surgical items. The dark room reeked of metallic blood and with a pinch of alcohol. 

"Please, stop! W-who are you, p-people?!" He cried.

Then pain, he could feel syringes with strange colored liquid being pushed into his being. More syringes, then nothing. Everything else was a blur doctors rushing, adding more things into him. His chest hurt, and throat felt as if it was on fire. his eyes felt sore, and over all the noise was unbearable. 

As the other boy watched Natsu, he wondered if he was still in this place. If so then maybe they could meet up and get the hell out of here. Oh wait, he thought as a sudden memory hit him like running into a brick wall. he couldn't meet this boy, why? Well because this boy was HIM. 

Suddenly he heard loud noises outside his prison, opening his eyes curious of what was happening. Then...