Heading down to my quadrant, I had the faint sent that someone was watching me. I take a glimpse behind me. What I see, made slight questions in my head, but I quickly push them aside. In one of the quadrants was a guy with a blindfold over his eyes. Even though I knew he couldn't see me, it felt as though he was staring right at me. It bothered me, which was annoying, and it pissed me off.
I skid my foot on the floor to make a quick squeak, in which the two men stiffened a bit, and brought the guy in a bit of a jump in shock. It felt as though he was glaring at me even more. Well shit, this guy is really creeping the fuck out of me. He just won't stop staring. I just decide to brush it aside, for it would be no use to get worked out about something so small. One of the men shove me, as to say 'keep moving', so I just did.
Getting to my cell, one of the men, same one that shoved me, unlocks the door, and pushes me in, closes the door, locks it, and leaves. The same thing, yet again.
I decided that it pissed me off, that they never called me by my name, and only branded me with a number, in which I take myself into the corner, and carve my name into the wall with my fingernail. Taking up some of the information I've gathered, I pronounced my name in my head, and pieced together what the letters looked like, starting with the "K" then the "A" and slowly getting the hang of it, finished it with the "R", "K", "A", "T", thus spelling out on what I hoped to say "Karkat". Not only did this quench my thirst for not being a number, but also gave me a reminder of who I am, just in case I ever lost my mind.
"That's motherfucken great!" The guy in the cell across from my bared up door said, with a lazy smile.
I ignore him, and retain to the dark corner.
"I never knew anyone could read, or write" he says waving his hand in a circle. "My name's Gamzee. I just all up and got moved here"
I continue to be fixated on the corner of my wall, going over the carved letters.
"One day, Imma all up and get out of this place" He says looking down the hall, which faded into black.
I never ignollage the others, for they are usually in the process of losing their minds, and of course he wasn't thinking, escaping was unthinkable.
The called Gamzee stopped trying to communicate as though he forgot who he was talking to and what he was talking about.
I began to get tired, as so I finally decide to use the bed. I crawl into the corner of the bed and lay my head on the wall. I usually try not to fall asleep, but I was so tired, and the electrocution took a lot out of me. Though before I knew it, I fell asleep.
Which is something you don't want to do here.
I wake up in this brightly light white room. I looked around the blinding room, and see the woman standing outside this window. It took me a few seconds, until I realized I was strapped down to a metal table, shirtless, and this thing around my neck.
"Collar Operation complete" said the woman on the monitor.
What the heck did that mean?
The woman realizing I was awake, went back to the monitor and said "For now, Number 13, you, will be in a room with a partner like you"
The straps unlock themselves. I start to get up, and realize what the collar was. Clever little bitch, putting a shock frequency on it. From now on I must be careful, for they might as well shock me to death if I don't do as they say.
My facial expression as in knowing what the collar did, the woman entered my room,
"Ah, aren't you a smart one! You have already figured out what the collar is capable of… You really are one smart specimen… Now, you are going to meet a new friend that is smart like you!" she says squinting and smiling that fake-ass smile.
She walks me down into this white-box of a room with one person in it.
"Reason as to why I spoke in singular reference, was because there is only him" she points to the figure "who is at the same level as you!"
I walk into the room, slightly stopping as I hear the door closing and locking. I regain my pace, and walk towards the figure causally.
When I was a few feet away from the figure, sat the creepy blindfolded guy. He just sat in the middle of the room staring at the ceiling with his blindfold still on. I just walk past him, and go to sit down on the one bed, that was provided. The guy then grabs the ends of my pant leg, and tugs. I stop and turn around looking at him unfazed, but a little annoyed. He smirks, revealing four over-bite sharp fangs. Yup this guy was slowly hitting the top of the creep chart. I tug away my leg from his grip, and get to the bed, and sit down, pulling my legs up to my chest, while the guy just went back to staring at the ceiling. Yup, he was losing his mind.
Knowing that now would be the best to get some real sleep, I lie down on the bed, and stare to the ceiling as my eyelids slowly got heavy and closed.
/Authors Notes/
Hey guys...
Sorry for the short chapter... again, though it will get longer...hopefully...
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Well, anyway, I hope you guys enjoyed chapter two!
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