"Get out," a deep voice said to a prisoner.

He looked up, but would not stand.

"You're needed for an operation. Some doctors need to talk to you about it."

"…Who will I be operating on?" he said, his voice muffled by the helmet he wore to keep out the cold. The officer picked him up by his hand cuffs, forcing him to stand.

"You'll see for yourself."

Prisoner CR-S01 had been moved to a different facility recently. His living condition remained the same; he was still being kept in a barred metal room with the temperature at zero degrees Celsius. As he walked out of the room being guided by two officers he could feel sweat start to trickle down his face. He wasn't used to the heat. The air felt stiff to him, full of tension. He couldn't see much from inside his helmet, but what he did see looked like dog cages. And upon closer observation, he could see humans inside the crates.

His red eyes widened almost immediately. Being in the environment he was in during his adolescents, it made it difficult for him to not immediately come to conclusion of human experimentation. But right then he could come up with no other answer as to why the children were in the crates. His muscles tightened. If this was as he thought he wanted absolutely no part in it. The officer made CR-S01 stand still in the center of the room; it gave the children the perfect view of him. He could see a girl who looked African American crawl away from him in her cage. She looked terrified of him, and he wasn't surprised. He turned his head away from her and looked towards the door, waiting for anyone to appear.

A scientist wearing a white coat appeared moments later. He was a scruffy looking man, and from what CR-S01 could tell he was about fifty. In his hand he carried five different clipboards and a few file folders stuffed full of papers. He looked at the two officers holding CR-S01's arms behind his back. "This this kid?" he asked, not bothering to actually look at CR-S01. One of the officers nodded.

"Yes." The same officer gently pushed him a step forward. "Good luck getting him to cooperate. He hardly does anything."

CR-S01 said nothing, though he was slightly offended. He wasn't given the ability to do anything; it wasn't like he had much of a choice.

The scientist sent the two officers away and began to look over CR-S01. He stood up straighter as he was being examined and kept his mouth shut until he was spoken to. "When was the last time you operated on a human?" the scientist questioned.

"A week ago."

"Why were you operating?"

"A life needed to be saved."

The scientist took a step back and began pacing around the room. "What were they ill with?"

"Dilated Cardiomyopathy. I was performing an OLCVR."

The scientist walked up to CR-S01 and looked him right into the eyes of his helmet. "But that such an outdated procedure!" he exclaimed, pretending to be surprised. CR-S01 figured the scientist knew the answers to all of the questions he was asking already. "You didn't kill the patient, did you?"

"Of course I didn't. He's fine now."

"Splendid!" The scientist laughed. It sounded so sadistic and manic it made CR-S01 cringe. "You assistance should be very beneficial here then."

Across the room the children in cages were frantically thinking to themselves. What would this man do? Why was he handcuffed? He was a prisoner, no doubt. That's all the more reason to distrust him. The children wondered why he was wearing the helmet. But really, those questions were nothing compared to the biggest one that loomed over their heads.

Who was the School's next experiment?

"…Who's the patient?"

The scientist pointed to the youngest boy in the crates. "His number is 'F28246eff' if you need to call him anything."

The boy's eyes widened and his muscles very quickly became tense. The oldest female was glaring at both the scientist and CR-S01, while some of the others whispered very quietly to the boy to try and soothe him. None of their efforts had any effect.

"Why does he need an operation?" CR-S01 asked- to the children, his voice was too calm, filled with almost no emotion at all.

"An unidentified disorder of his digestive system. Presumably genetic. This operation would more or less be for… examination. So, you'll operate, no?"

CR-S01 starred at the man for a few seconds. With each passing second he felt like the room was getting heavier and heavier; and the scientist began to stare back. His stare quickly turned into a glare.

"Answer the question, prisoner." His tone had changed completely and to the children it was nearly demonic.

"…What will you do to the children if I refuse?" He didn't care about himself. He wanted to keep the children safe.

"You're in no position to be refusing requests like this, I'm afraid."

The children looked p at CR-S01. No one had ever refused to operate on them before. Maybe he wasn't so bad after all. They wondered if they would try and kill him for not cooperating- but what if they needed him alive for something? Regardless, the children were filled with the smallest amount of hope possible.

Now to start planning on a way to escape.

"I'm not going to experiment on human life. You can't necessarily force me to operate. They're my own two hands that you can't control."

The scientist was starting to lose his temper. Almost instantly he dropped what was in his hands and punched the prisoner as hard as he could in the side. He staggered back, unable to clutch his side. The scientist thought that a good beating might teach him a lesson. He grabbed CR-S01 by his shoulders and forced him to stand only before slamming him into one of the grates nearby. As he fell to the ground his head hit the metal forcefully and the bars were dented his helmet flew off his head.

All but one of the children could see his face now; he had ebony black hair, skin as white as snow, and blood red eyes that were half closed. His appearance matched his deep voice. For a second, the children thought he could be a vampire; he certainly had the beauty of one. The small bit of blood that he coughed up only helped add to the effect. Before he could stand back up, the scientist swiftly kicked him in his side and was thrown across the room. It was agony, and CR-S01 could do absolutely nothing to defend himself. The best he could for himself was to curl into the smallest ball possible.

The door to the hallway opened up and another scientist in a white coat appeared. He looked younger and more skittish than the first. Almost instantly the newest scientist dropped his papers and ran to the other, hooking his arms under the others from behind to restrain him. "Are you suicidal!" he yelled, struggling to hold the man back. "He'll kill you! Stop giving him a reason to want to!"

"As if he could!" he yelled as he spit in CR-S01's face, who was still on the ground in his ball. "I don't give a damn if he's a murderer! He can't touch us now!"

"He doesn't have to! How do you know he won't do to us what he did to everyone at Cumberland College!"

CR-S01's eyes narrowed. He remembered waking up to corpses, the whole university covered in blood. Not a single person was left alive except for him. He must have been the person who caused the bioterrorism attack, right? IT couldn't have been anyone else. He felt like he deserved this beating. Those innocent people didn't deserve to die. And somehow, 250 years in a prison cell didn't seem to make up for that. Not like he'd live through his whole sentence anyway.

The older scientist stopped struggling after a few seconds. "Get him out of here," he said, sending death glares his way. "Just send him back to where ever he came from; I don't want to see his damn face again!" The younger scientist called for the guards who waited outside the hallways immediately. The guards rushed in, picking CR-S01 off the ground and very forcefully started walking him back to his cell. He couldn't walk straight, and he walked with a heavy limp.

While muttering things incomprehensible to everyone the eldest scientist picked up the files and clipboards before walking out of the room, slamming the automatic door so forcefully he almost broke it. The younger scientist followed him, only to make sure he wouldn't cause havoc wherever he went. The room was still and the children said nothing, partially out of fear that another angry scientist would come, and partially because they simply had nothing to say.

Rumors of CR-S01 leaving the School were quickly confirmed, though the children never found out where he went. The dent left in one of their cages was still there, along with a very small bloodstain near the center of the cement ground.

Exactly five days later one of the same security guards who was monitoring CR-S01 was making his rounds around the School. He hadn't planned on coming into work today, but his bosses wouldn't allow him to stay home for reasons he was not told about. Pain was the only thing he felt- his head, his chest, his stomach; it made it extremely difficult for him to move around. He couldn't focus as to where he was, and as he entered a room he braced himself on the door and began coughing. The taste in his mouth was horrible, just like iron. He lifted his hand and opened his eyes just slight, and all he could see was blood.

Just blood. Blood everywhere. He screamed.

The children looked up, a few covering their ears. They looked horrified; they were able to see more blood than he was. The crimson liquid spilled onto his clothing, dripping out of his ears and onto the white dress shirt he wore. Blood poured out of his nose, into his mouth, and then onto the floor. Seconds later he collapsed and he was bleeding so badly onto the floor that it was spreading to the cages. His eyes stayed open, though they were completely covered with blood, and starred at one of the girls in the cages. It took everything in her not to scream.

"H-He's dead Max," she said, trembling a bit. "He's n-not thinking anymore…"

The girl identified as Max stood up in her cage. "He's got keys on him," she said and looked towards the girl with mocha skin. "Can you get them Nudge?"

She nodded and pulled the keys towards her by a magnetic force no one could see. Swiftly she unlocked her own cage and then everyone else's trying to avoid contact with the blood on the floor if at all possible. "W-What happened to him? Do you really think that guy killed him like the scientist said…? I didn't think that-"

"Shh," one of the boys said, shutting her up. "It doesn't matter now. If you talk any louder they'll hear you."

"Now's our chance," Max said with confidence in her voice. "Let's go while we still have this lucky streak going on."