"Are you sure we are going to be able to handle them?" A rather nervous woman voiced her concern over the current dilemma. Her male companion merely turned to her with a bored look coating his features.
"As I have said before, we have taken special measures for each of the freaks to make sure they don't wreak havoc." The man turned and approached a cell room, with a double mirror; allowing the two to observe the contents of the room. "Observe."
The woman did as he said. Peering into the room, she found a small, thin figure crouched into a ball on the bed. His dark hair was brushed to the side, his skin as pale as death, and his icy-blue gaze stared lazily at nothing in particular.
"Subject 16-5-18-6-5-3-20, name; Charlie Bucket from Baltimore, Maryland, age 18. The lad turned himself in, and gave the bounty to his family-poverty case. If you look closely at his hands, and the tips of his hair and the sides of his face, you will notice iced fused these parts. While his hair is the typical white color, the skin's interaction with the ice has caused extreme cases of frostbite; thus, the blackish-red color you see.
Oddly enough, when the boy turned to face the mirror, a large cloud on ice shards and snowflakes made their way towards the two. The woman jumped back in surprise, unaware that the glass was protected against the unplanned assault.
"Unfortunately, he does not have a good grasp over his abilities; therefore, when he is anxious, this tends to occur. "
The woman was shaken from her lack of this knowledge and eyed the man pointedly as he began walking further down the hallway.
"Our next subject is from Strasbourg, Germany. Subject:7-18-5-5-4-25, name Augustus Gloop, age 19. He inhabits a unique strength, 40X that of a regular human. We found him through exposure reports. He had lifted a school bus off of an injured couple. He does not speak much English, but he is learning."
The woman nearly shrieked when she saw the state of the prisoner's room. It was torn to shambles. The white bricks were pounded to bits and scattered around the room. The German was currently punching the solid steel walls that trapped him. It was to no avail, however, as he only managed to make dents in the steel. His bed was broken to splinters and the dresser was completely obliterated.
"As you can see, he has not taken entrapment in the best manner."
"Is he going to be okay with the other inmates?"
The man turned to look at her. "As long as he does not encase any of them in any form of physical contact-from a handshake to a hug."
The subject took notice of the mirror in the room and roared something in German, before effectively smashing the reflective surface.
She looked warily back at the herculean, and gulped before quickly following the already speed-walking man.
"Our next subject, is well, a rather active one. Subject 22-9-12-5-7-9-18-12. Name: Violet Beagaurde from a detention center in Atlanta, Georgia. Age 17. Pyrokinetic however her flames don't burn nearly as hot as her temper." The man said motioning to the girl inside the cell. She was yelling her frustrations at the locked and barred door. Her green eyes glowed with fury as she threw flame after flame at the unbreakable door.
"She looks like she's going to burn the door down!" The woman cried aghast. The man simply scoffed in reply.
"I'd like to see her try. Eventually she'll run out of energy and huff out. Come now, you need to be acquainted with our other two inmates." The man took off again, not regarding the girl inside the room wheezing from over-exertion before passing out. The woman followed, worried for the poor girl's fate.
"This subject, 13-21-13-2-12-5-18, is one of our most interesting yet. Name: Michael Tevee, age 17, found in Denver, Colorado. Telekinetic and has been known to make quite a mess. We found him through his parents. They reported him for the twelfth time, after he caused a car accident and nearly killed 6 people while injuring 14. He can move objects as large as trains with his thoughts."
The said boy sat in the middle of the room, clutching his head in a fearful manner, mumbling things to himself, anxiously. Objects whirled around him in a tornado of chaos. His brown eyes were wide open and apparent purple bags hung under his eyes.
"Is he okay?" The woman asked, placing a hand on the two-way mirror. The boy looked as he where about to have a breakdown, and she could not imagine what it would be like to be in the room when that happened.
The man seemed confused by her question. "Why would it matter? He's just a freak. They all are." He turned and began to walk away and the woman spared the patient one last pitying glace before following suit.
"Our last patient is well aware of what she is capable of, and she has used it many times within her favor. Subject 19-16-15-9-12-5-4, Name: Veruca Salt, found in Liverpool, England. Age 18. Our last patient, is capable of reading minds, not to mention being able to shift her victim's thoughts to doing as she pleases. We finally caught her when she manipulated her father into nabbing a large sapphire diamond for her. I'd advise you not to get to close to the mirror, you are within her range of control."
The woman observed closely at the girl in the room. The girl was simply sitting on her bed, staring at the two-sided mirror. Her long, curly brown hair hung around her shoulders and her unsettlingly light blue eyes remained fixated on the mirror and the woman took a step closer to the mirror. An insane smile broke out on the girl's face and the woman began to feel trapped inside her own mind. The girl stood up and made her way towards the mirror but before she could make the woman do anything, the man grabbed the woman's shoulder and roughly pulled her back. He mumbled something that the woman was barely able to catch.
"What a bunch of freaks."