Hey people, this is my third fan-fic, it has been said that my writing is shizzles, so this is what i wrote, flames are welcome. its fun watching people trying to flame me. anyway please R&R (read and review) thanks people.


CHAPTER 1

: "Where the hell are we?"

John woke, immediately for a moment he thought he would pass out again from the strain. His head felt like he'd been whacked over the head by a crowbar. His head spun so much that he couldn't take in what he was seeing. He couldn't take in the surgeons table he was laying on, he couldn't take in the smell of the gas egging him to slip back into unconsciousness, and he was lucky that he couldn't take in the bodies of kids bodies, all roughly 13 like himself that had been dumped unceremoniously on the floor not two metres away from him. Then he fell back asleep.

John woke again. This time though, he woke up. In a bed and everything, but he was uncomfortable in this bed, for some reason it was alien, it wasn't his bed at all. Then he looked down and noticed that it actually wasn't his bed at all and he panicked, sitting up straight so fast he banged his head on the roof of the dimly lit room. He was lying in a bed that was one of ten bunk beds, and he was on the top bunk in the middle of the room, and he wasn't alone. In each of the beds was a different person, and they were each different in different ways. All about the room, a sinister air reeked, or it could have been someone who shat their pants.

He took in everything, the metallic walls, the dark grey jumpsuits with ONI written on them, and the door with the shatterproof glass. He took in more about his surrounding than he would normally, including the fact that the beds were fixed to the ground, and the light was emanating from Plasteel imbedded wall lamps. Then he started to rake his memory of what had happened but he could only remember a surgeons table, a hospital room, bodies dumped in the- he needed to get out. And he didn't care how. He couldn't figure out what the hell he was doing here, but he planned on finding out, somehow. Everyone started to stare, like John had and then, someone to his left suddenly blurted out "where the hell are we?"