NOTE- I don't know any Icelandic. I got the translation from the internet. Forgive me if it is not accurate.

CHAPTER 4

My eyes immediately water as bright light suddenly cuts through the darkness. My arms are grabbed in a bruising grip and I'm lifted out of the box as if I weigh nothing. My legs tingle as blood starts flowing in them again after having to sit in a cramped position for probably more than a day. I drop on the floor when they release me, my legs too numb for me to stand on.

I look around. Green. The color green is everywhere. It's the best fucking thing I have seen in my life.

The air feels cold on my face and I wished I wasn't wearing the stupid mask which felt more like a muzzle. The air felt soothing on my face. Suddenly I remembered when my friends and I hung out near the lake, laughing and making lewd comments as we spied on a couple that was aggressively making out against a tree. Heh he.

I hear shouting. It's the blonde woman. She's stiffly motioning towards three boxes, the containers that we were transported in. The man she's talking is stiffly answering back, a frown on his face. She scowls back and pinches the bridge of her nose before she snaps something loudly. Immediately the muzzle on my face is removed and I taste the cold fresh air.

I'm grabbed by the arm and made to march towards a van. They're closing the boxes. I walk past one and I manage to peak into it and I see-

I see-

I look away and try to control my churning stomach.

Skin as grey as clouds and dead eyes reminding me of the fish I saw in the market.

All of us were then stuffed in a van. I almost tackled the man who was closing the door in an attempt to keep the green in my sight. Before I realized how pathetic that was. So desperate to see the color green instead the black that I was now seeing again.

I looked around, at my fellow "companions" accompanying me in this exciting adventure. There's three less now. Now there are only twelve of us. Five males, seven females. Not one made eye contact with me. Three had tears dripping down their faces, six had their eyes closed tight and the rest just stared at something beyond the walls of the truck. I quietly turned away and stared at the doors. I had no interest in trying to talk to these people.

Becausethey'reallgonnadieorvanishandIwassickofcrying

I just leaned back and waited for the van to stop moving.

After who knows how long (man, did I miss having a watch) the van finally stopped moving. Green again. Were we in Amazon or something? The amount of trees and shit that surrounded my new prison was ridiculous.

For being a prison the building looked nothing like it. It was aesthetically pleasing to look at. Like an office building. I only had time to notice the absolute lack of windows on the lower part of the building before we were shuffled off inside.

The blonde woman put her hand on a panel which scanned her finger prints, and instead of typing a number like on normal electronic locks she made a pattern, or solved a puzzle? It was done too fast for me to memorize. She was immediately questioned by a woman that appeared when the door opened.

That woman was pale as fuck.

She glanced at us and nodded. As if feeling my gaze on her she looked at me and narrowed her eyes as if confused, looking me up and down. The guard dragged me away from her scrutinizing gaze.

"The rules are very simple."

The one that broke the silence was a Man who had just entered the corridor. He wore loose cargo pants and a black tank top. A shaved head and lean muscles. Basically, the stereotypical white military man who's posture screamed 'Alpha male' which I was used to seeing in the Hollywood movies. Seeing one in real life was weird.

"You don't create trouble. You will do what we tell you to do during physical and mental training and medical tests. Save all the rebellion for during your free time when I'm not responsible for any of you shits."

We were all standing in line in a wide corridor which branched off further into two directions. I could see people walking around from the corner of my eye.

"If you break the rules you will be punished accordingly, and if the crimes are severe enough you will be eliminated."

Now he had 100% of everyone's attention.

'Eliminated', that was such a polite word. Should have just said that if we don't do what they tell us to do like good little bitches, they'll put us down like one.

"You got any problems you come to me. But I'm warning you," He smirked, crossing his arms. "You come to me with useless things that waste my free time I will break all of your fingers off, all of them, and shove the up your assholes." He looked at all you us one by one. "You may think I'm joking but I assure you I'm not."

"Call me Consolas." He announced, and then he motioned towards the tall and dark woman next to him whose eyes reminded me of a shark. "This is Dr. Painter. She is in charge of all the science stuff that happens in this building."

"Now, you have two choices," said Dr. Painter, crisply. "You can choose to either go with Consolas to be beaten to the brink of death as he puts you under vigorous training to make you into capable soldiers," She paused here to look at us with a small smile that was probably supposed to be encouraging. "Or you can come with me to the science department where we will all take part in simple experiments and tests to create more modernized drugs to help humanity."

What.

They...? What the fuck is happening? We actually have choices? Is this place not supposed to be a secret lair of the evil people? Where is the torture, and the cages?

I could feel the confusion that was in the air. Everyone had questions but on one wanted to say anything because we all knew what happened when you spoke up when you're not allowed to.

"Twelve..." Shark eyes muttered quietly, eying us. "I want three males and three females. Choose quickly."

For a few moments no one moved. Then a man slowly walked towards her side, warily. After that two other men and three other women were quick to follow him when they saw that nothing happened to him.

I could understand why they choose to go with the doctor. She had made her side seem like the one with the easy work and the other side as a living hell. A not very subtle manipulation on her part. Too bad for her I used to use this trick back home all the time.

"Mailings will take you to your private rooms." Doctor Painter smiled, showing her white teeth.

"Is your department that desperate for new subjects?" asked Consolas when the six 'subjects' were taken down the left corridor. He was smirking at Painter. She sighed, frustrated.

"We are running out of subjects, yes." She answered, stiffly.

I'm really glad I didn't choose to go with her.

"I could see that little manipulation from a mile away."

"Jæja, enginn er sama hvað þér finnst." Doctor Painter snapped before walking away.

Consolas chuckled before looking at us.

"Smart choice you made." He commented. "The last batch didn't survive more than seven months."

The woman beside me breathed in sharply. Alpha male immediately locked his eyes on her.

"You got any problem, girl?" He airily asked.

"No." She answered quickly.

"Good." He said back, just as quickly. Then his eyes fell on me besides her and narrowed.

"Hvað í fjandanum er krakki að gera hér? Er hún jafnvel nógu gamall til að þurrka eigin rass hennar?" Consolas snapped at the guards that brought us here.

I narrowed my eyes, my heart beating loudly and screaming at me to not make eye contact. He was talking about me. Why did he look mildly annoyed? Did they not experiment on subjects who looked like a gutter rat? If that's the case then it's my lucky day. Maybe I'll be killed if I'm lucky, or thrown out. I'd prefer to be killed.

"Hún er persónulegt val á Alarica Claassen, herra." One of the guards answered.

Consolas immediately looked at me again. But this time he looked at me as if he was seeing me. My mouth felt dry. Heartbeat drummed in my ears. I resisted the urge to look away and run away and hide. He looked me for a few moments before he smirked.

"Já, ég geri ráð fyrir að ég sé möguleika." He grinned. "Hún er enn með smá eld í augum hennar." That mother fucker. I don't know what he's saying and it's giving me a headache.

Consolas turned and started walking down the second corridor.

"The rest of you, follow me." He called out to us, and we had no choice but to follow.