Under cut ish your glorious story.

It's a bit fail, I'm so sorry, but have fun reading. I tried my best, anyway (As much as I could, I became lazy in some way. >.<).

Edit: Editted your story. Oh, and to add: 152 is referred as a 'he' and 'it', so that was supposed to be there.

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The room smelled vile. It was a taint of chemicals. The room contained everything impossible and possible for experiments. There were pliers, liquids in glasses, long tables, cages, a rat running around in its wheel in a cage and blood, chunks of flesh and much more disgusting things. Even teeth and claws lay there, blood spilled around the table, making the view very unpleasant.

A creature lay in a very small cage, leaving no room for the poor, suffering beast. It was an experiment beast, created with dabbling of genetical experiments and more painful subjects. It had a deer body with black, toasted fur, and to look closer, it was recently badly burned. Something for to try on and torture the created being. The black fur in some parts had great streaks of silvery-white, while most of its fur grew tight around its neck and its underfur was almost non-existant. The being had a face of a human, only with a strange canine nose, what was black. The creature had shark-like teeth and the mouth was wide, also suitable for a shark, but it had a venomous-looking black-greenish tongue. Its eyes were nowhere to be seen, as the creature was blind, as well. The eyes seemed to be patched, like it’s eyes were cut out before. The deer body had no hooves, but scaly, polished and sharpened claws of a hybrid-wolf. Possibly a snake. The legs seemed to not hold the creature up, as they were thin like twigs. It had a cat-like tail, as well. Finally, there was a strange plate on his ear, marking: 152. That was the creature called, 152.

152 remembered the last experiment well. How he was tried on how could he resist fire. But he was just tortured, as almost burned into dust. Quickly, the fire was extinguished, while 152 panicked and started attacking anyone in its way. It was quickly tranquilized.
But 152 had enough. Shaking in fear and anguish in his cage he even didn’t fit in, he had enough. He had an escape plan. He shook the cage open in rage quite a time, and broke the lock, exploding the door open. He jumped out, watching the dark white room around him what always had been a torture chamber for it. He crazily dashed out the room, almost bumping into the wall in front of him, after hitting the door open with a strong stroke. Suddenly, a loud voice started to howl. 152 didn’t realize it was an alarm, but knew it didn’t mean good. He randomly dashed down to the hallway, running down stairs, dashing in halls randomly around, not knowing he was followed. But 152 was too quick. He was at the 2nd floor (Not knowing it by himself) and he found a dead end soon in a side-hallway. There was only the window. 152 didn’t hesitate. He jumped out, breaking the glass with a great CRASH!, landing in trash. The trash contained parts of animals, including flesh and clothes, a few pliers, so it was mostly soft. 152 didn’t mind it, and dashed down from the pile. Randomly, towards the green weird high things. They seemed peaceful, no matter what they were. What was a forest, but 152 had no idea of forests, all his tortured life was spent in a laboratory. As he neared it, he became faster and faster, knowing he was free soon. The hope was so bad, he always dreamed of this... And then, he disappeared into the woods, without any humans knowing his whereabouts now.

But they were already tracking, searching for its’ whereabouts... Still.

But he also didn’t know where he was going. He just ran randomly, on and on. On and on, only on, not stopping. He didn’t know, how long he was going on. But he felt good. And free. He hopped on fields, leaped over fallen trees and enjoyed the mystic place as forest. Now, he was alone. Happy and alone. Free. It soon became dark. But 152’s happiness did not end. And soon... He became tired. He went under a tree, falling asleep. Into free, great dreams. Happy dreams he never dreamt before.

At day, he felt someone near, as he oculd not see. He was unfortunately blind, but could tell he was far away from his torturers. But now, he felt someone near. It was a brown female deer, a curious one, and a brave one. Her eyes were brown, as well. He wasn’t afraid of the creature, so she asked slowly: „Who are you?“
„Rrrr.“ 152 replied with a growl.
“Hmmm... I see you can't speak our language...“ she said then, a bit surprised.
“Mrmrm... Labor---atory.“ he replied.
The doe was quite surprised. She was eager to ask: “Laboratory? Uhh---Sorry, I don't understand.“
152 was embarrassed. The she-animal spoke an intelligent speech, but now he sits there, dumb as a post. He stayed quiet in his unhappy face, but Menna didn't see it.
“Fine for me.“ the doe didn’t resist. “Hey, maybe I should take you to my father?“ she asked then, eager for something.
152 understood the innocent voice, so he decided to trust her. He nodded slowly.
“Okay! Can you follow me... I see you have no eyes...“ Menna said energically, but a little confused voice.
152 nodded once again, ready to follow.

So they hopped for about half an hour, dodging the trees, leaping over fallen trees, jumping over bushes, and play-jumping on rocks, up and down. They were talking while jumping, chasing butterflies on their way and having fun. Menna thought of 152 as a friend already, and didn’t mind the creature’s look. He was warm-hearted.
And although 152 couldn’t see the doe, he liked her too.

They reached the old stag pretty quick. The stag just bowed to them...

But BANG!

The animals turned their way to the sound.

They heard a vile shot. It was a nearing of humans! 152 felt alarmed more than ever before, and it seemed of deer near him, too. Menna screamed and run away with his father in terror, while his father quietly, but very quickly running off. 152 thought to protect these defenseless deer, and boldly followed them. „Ffwrr?“ he yelled to them. He wanted to know about these humen, but unfortunately the deer didn't understand him.
The old stag yelled quickly: “They’re after us! The humen came to hunt us again! TO THE ENDLESS FOREST!!!

152 didn’t understand the meaning of Elr’s words. Humen? Hunting them again? Endless forest? What? were the only thoughts 152 had, but he followed them...

Hearts beating in fear, hooves thumping in a mark of terror that seemed it could be never wiped off and eyes told its a matter of life and death. They run like that to a pond. Menna and Elr crazily jumped in.

152 felt they committed a suicide. Why? Why did they go crazy? Were they still the creations of his torturers and made to lure him here? But he thought... Why not to die as well. The explosions of bullets neared and neared... They were almost there... The humans became visible...

When to die...

Why not to die free?

I’m not going to be tortured anymore.

I’m killing myself... Free!

Yes... Goodbye, stupid twolegs!

...

And it happened. 152, the test-creature, was disappeared below the soft waves and ripples of The Pond. Now, the cold plants of under water held him there as a bed... The waves singing a lullaby to his death...

...But really?


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A new day dawns. In a cool Birch Forest, life wakes again. Finches and robins dance their dances on deer antlers and sing their glorious morn songs.

And a deer, called 152, awoke in this tranquility. He knew he wasn’t threatened. Everything was too peaceful here. He found himself here, he knew it. And from here on in, his story just began...

In The Endless Forest.