It's difficult to ignore the lack of funding for the Vocational Pursuit Wing of the school especially when you compare it to the M.E Program's immense funding… They're very hush-hush about it, all of it. Anything that has to do with the Morphogenic Engine Program, even the students, are all protected and guarded within the walls of the school. But not the walls of the main building. One glance alone is enough to confirm how much influence the M.E.P has. The students, when seen, are provided for. Well dressed, well fed, they carry the most up-to-date tools and technologies… We rarely see them unless they are in the administration office, fixing their schedules or workloads. That might be because we're completely separated. Mount Massive University, my school, was divided a few years ago. When they introduced the new wing, they expanded the school, the expansion probably dwarfs the original twice over. But students enrolled in the Vocational Pursuit Program have no access to the new wing, every door has a key card access system, alarms and cameras on stand-by.

I'm starting to think it has to do with V.P.P, though. I've noticed since first year, most of the students in our wing are quite odd. I've met problem students in my class. Not just one or two, either. It could be five at a time. They're quiet, they talk to themselves, they react violently to the most mundane events and they all seem to have emotional/physical scars. Perhaps it's gotten to the point where they separated the wings in order to keep damage to a minimum? Like I mentioned before, the school was never clear about anything regarding the M.E.P. So I'm at a loss as to why there's such a huge contrast in general. I'm majoring in computer science, despite the funding issues, the program I'm taking still has a very good reputation. But the facilities are old, the classes are shared, often with other majors… And the technology I get to practice on is rarely up to date. You really have to take initiative to get anywhere in the program. Which is difficult because we're forced to take a full course load per semester. The Vocational Pursuit Wing prides itself on its art initiative. Every major is required to have a minimum of one elective in the arts. So I take literature with my friend, Miles.

My friend Miles is an aspiring reporter and journalist. He can write eloquently, but his horrible attitude and vulgar vocabulary wouldn't suit an author of novels or fiction. Really. He was born to do the job. If you think his attitude suits his career choice, you'd be further validated by his ambition and physique. He's known to be fast enough to infiltrate any building as long as it has a sub-par system. He's flexible enough to parkour, I've seen him do it. It's pretty impressive. I'd also describe him as handsome youth, I'm sure he could talk a woman or two into more than just leaking information if he had any reason to. But he's a career driven man. The only time I ever hear him talk about women, actually, is when he's writing up a story on one. I assume it's just because there are no women in the school aside from faculty.

At that moment the majority of the class was on their feet, placing their belongings into their 'packs and scurrying out the door at their earliest convenience. I was so deep in thought that I neglected to notice the class had ended. Actually, despite the ruckus everyone was making on their way out, I wouldn't have budged if Miles hadn't called out to me.

"Waylon, what are you doing?" Miles seemed a little peeved, he was ready to go. His laptop bag was already hanging from his right shoulder. His hand was gripping the strap and he was waiting across the room in front of the door. His camera case, as always, was hanging around his neck.

"If you're in such a hurry, you should just leave me behind." I muttered. I started packing my laptop into my bag with one hand and rubbed my face with the other hand.

"I'm not in a hurry." Miles quickly retorted, as if he was accused of anything. "I was patiently waiting for you. Let's head back, already." Miles was mostly impatient in general. I don't think he liked being in one place. I also noticed that during class, he had the tendency to move and fidget a lot. So I normally try to keep up with him and his antics.

"I'm not in a hurry to get back. I'm nervous about the new roommate assigned to my room…" I added. It wasn't exactly what I preoccupied myself with during class, but it was still a valid concern.

"Oh. Right. You told me about that." At that point Miles sported his inquisitive smirk. If you knew him at all you would know that every time he would get involved in something, or interested, his expression would change into this smirk. I could only describe as maybe inquisitive or mischievous. Not only do I have a hard time pin pointing which it is, exactly, but his motivations are equally as elusive. He continues: "It's really too bad they managed to assign someone to you mid-semester like this. I thought you were home free. An entire two-person bedroom to yourself. Man, that would have been so sweet."

I shrugged. "They have to fill the space anyway. But I heard he was a transfer from M.E.P…"

"-Wait. Your new roommate is from the Morphogenic Engine Program?! Maybe I should come with you. I might be able to get some inside information!"

"No, I think he was from the Subject Sub Category. Like the other transfer students…"

"Shit." Miles cursed under his breath. "They don't know anything. I don't even know how they got into the other program the way they are, now. Most of them can't even talk,"

"Miles, I'd rather not gossip. Besides, I don't think they can help it. They seem sick…" I trailed off.

"Well, what are you going to do? You have to go home eventually. We have work to do and the facilities close at 10 pm." Miles walked back towards me, away from the door, and patted my shoulder reassuringly. I must have had a worried expression on my face. "Look, if you're that scared…. If something weird happens, just come stay in my room tonight and we'll talk to Martin about accommodations." Miles stepped back, again, halfway to the door.

"Who knew you were such a softy?" I commented. I secured my backpack to my shoulders and I closed the distance between Miles and me.

"Shut up."

Miles accompanied me until we reached the elevators. His room was on the first floor. Mine was on the fifth. It was time to meet my new roommate. I was almost certain anyone would feel somewhat anxious meeting a new roommate for the first time. I reassured myself that the circumstances were a bit odd already, so my hesitation was justified. But it wouldn't stop me from meeting them with an open mind, I thought. And unlocked the door.

Beyond that door, I found a nightmare. Or, It was what I would expect from a nightmare. The room was destroyed. My heart sank lower and lower with every step. All my clothes had been thrown about and removed from my drawers, my picture frames were broken and shattered. There was a pile of burnt papers on the floor, the blankets were ripped to shreds, the furniture was scattered randomly. It was extremely upsetting. I was speechless and contemplating running back downstairs, as Miles suggested. When I heard the door shut and lock behind me.

"Welcome home, Darling."

HAHA! SCHOOL IS ON BREAK FOR THE HOLIDAYS AND I HAVE BEEN PLANNING THIS FIC FOR THE PAST FEW DAYS IN CELEBRATION. I'm hoping to complete it in the span of a few days.

I hope you guys enjoy what I have planned!