You know those "have you seen this child?" signs; they're on milk cartons, in newspapers, etc. I bet you have. well those kids never find home, or at least very rarely find home. They tend to end up where I am. A place we call Detention Depot, along with the homeless, runaways, and anyone with a criminal record they want to use. All we know is that it's some government facility. We don't know why we were chosen to come here, we don't know what government is running this shindig, could be all and it could be simply some rich perverted dude with way to much money. The point is that all those unwanted people end up somewhere and most of us end up here.
I was a kid on the back of a milk carton once. I ran away from my foster family and lived on the streets for a while. Unfortunately I got caught selling hot TV's off a truck in a back alley. I guess that's how I ended up here. Some people find this place to be hell, I consider it entertainment. The lab jockeys don't rough us up to bad, we get fed regularly, have warm beds, a roof over our heads, and plenty of socialization. Plus if we stay here for a the time on a contract our criminal records get erased. So why would some consider this hell? Well it could be that we are freak mutant experiments. Those that call it hell must not have gotten crap abilities. I however got some pretty amazing stuff going on. At first I was a little resentful towards the lab jockeys for what they did to me but then I realized that it can't be all bad. True I am now a mutant freak that can never go out into the world, but who needs the world? Based on what I've seen on TV humans are extremely base and stupid creatures, for the most part at least. Here at the Detention Depot I'm having a blast. My name is Reeah and this is my story.