Okay, I rewrote chapter 7 because it sucked (in my opinion) so here it is. I am so happy about my seven reviews. Thanks! I luv u guys that review. Here's my disclaimer: Do I even look like a middle aged man? Didn't think so...

I sat on the cold cage floor, pondering my situation. Though my situation was just as unpleasant as before -kicking Jordan in the balls had considerably increased my mood. I couldn't keep the smile from my face. It was just so darn funny imagining the look on Jordan's face when the Whitecoats had rewarded me. Oh, the next chance I got I was going to stick it to as many of them as was possible. Teach them to mess with me.

The pretty black haired girl interrupted my thoughts all of the sudden. "What are you doing here, anyways?" she asked her blue eyes earnest. Her voice was soft and lyrical- it soothed my nerves. An alarm went off in the back of my brain.

"I honestly don't know," I murmured tensely.

"Well, we're all in this together," she smiled gently. "I'm Mercy."

"Max," I responded. Her name was really pretty. No, Max. You can't trust her! I yelled to myself.

"I heard that you haven't ever been to any of the Itex branches," she whispered, eyes burning with curiosity.

"No, have you?" I replied.

Even more curiosity registered in her blue eyes, "Yes, no one has ever come from the outside," she explained. Suddenly, a door whooshed closed somewhere behind the dog crates. "Pretend you're asleep," she hissed. I didn't have to be told more than once. Who knows what they would do to me.

I slipped onto the cold metallic floor of my cage. I forced my eyelids to lightly close in the peace of sleep. I drew in deep, even breaths, betraying nothing. I'd learned this tactic when I was younger and my mom had made me go to bed inhumanely early.

There was the sound of sneakers on tile and wheels sliding across the floor. A cage door banged open near me, jolting about every cage, including my own. This caused me to slide into the bars of the cage with a thump, ruining my perfectly composed façade. I groaned softly, and pushed myself into a sitting position. Mercy was still limp with false sleep. Great, I was going to be targeted now.

A Whitecoat with curly brown hair and geek glasses was putting a limp boy in a cage a few down from mine. The boy had to only be around four or five with hollow cheeks and disheveled blond hair. It was so blonde it almost appeared white under the fluorescent lighting. A bit of blood stained his cheeks and his shirt. I hoped he'd be alright.

The cage door shut with a nearly inaudible click, and the Whitecoat jotted something down on a notepad. He ventured toward me and I prayed fiercely, 'Not Monique or Mercy.' Who does he stop in front of? Little Miss Luck of course. Man, karma was just really hitting me up today.

"I know all about you," he said with a humorless chuckle. "Be good, and they may go easy on ya."

"I'll stay in my cage!" I said with a fake yawn. "I need to catch up on some sleep." He reached into his coat pocket, and I knew exactly what he was going to produce.

"NO!" I yelped loudly, causing Monique to flinch in her sleep. "I'll walk," I stuttered, eyeing him fearfully.

"And how do I know you won't turn on me?" he asked with a smirk.

"Because you have a stupid sedative on you that could easily knock me out in minutes if not seconds," I recited like a little school girl. Under my breath I added, "But I could still kick your butt to China."

He pointedly ignored that. He unlocked the cage and I eagerly clambered from it. My legs popped as I stretched them and followed him down the hall trying to get the lay of the land. "Oh, no you don't," he said lightly as he noticed I was eyeing an exit sign. He directed me past the sign of freedom, and to an elevator. There was a fingerprint scanner and eye scanner.

Maybe the Director lady was taking a step in the right direction. I mean she idiot proofed everything for a reason. The Whitecoat tugged me into the elevator with him. It was simply a metal box. No floor numbers lined the walls. Just a plain grey box.

My breathing hitched. Maybe this wasn't idiot proof. In that case, I wasn't staying. I moved to get out of the elevator, but the door closed. "I1-E98-7Y9," the Whitecoat recited crisply. The elevator burst into movement immediately. It shot down, making me yelp and nearly loose my balance. It jerked to a halt just as abruptly. He guided me out of the elevator, and down a white hall lined with white doors. At the end of the hall stood a pair of double doors, and I braced myself for the worst.

Through the doors was a… 'You're kidding me,' I thought, bursting with laughter. This was an evil science, and that was the best they had? A meadow-like room lay in front of me. It was filled with herbal plants, trees, and flowers. A few stone benches were set up against the trees. A sun (real or atrificial?) shone down on the garden, and a light breeze toyed with ym hair. A few younger girls (around 7 or 8) were braiding flowers into wreaths to put in their hair and around their necks. Wow, this was low... even for the scientist.

I thought about it logically. There had to be a catch. When something was too good to be true there was a catch. So where was the catch? I waited, tensed for whatever the scientists shot at me. Nothing happened. "Behave," the Whitecoat said teasingly before closing the door. The girls looked up at me, eyes wide with curiosity.

"No another one," one of the girls groaned.

"I agree, I'm tired," another one sighed.

"Let's rest for a bit then. It won't make any difference," a little blonde girl suggested. They all nodded in agreement and set to their wreaths. I slowly walked around the meadow-like room/space and looked for a way out. Aside from the door there was no windows. Four white brick walls. I felt along each of them and realized there was a one-way window that took up roughly half the wall on the far end. I knew this because it felt like glassy rubber. I'd had an encounter with a one-way window on a school trip; it'd felt exactly like this. So they were watching me where they? Psychos. As I turned from the window a slow grin spread across my face; an idea blossoming in my mind. I slowly walked away from the one-way glass. I circled the room again then hid behind a tree.

I crept beside the window -just out of their viewpoint- and took a deep breath. Putting on a psycho-killer expression I leapt in front of the window and let out a bloodcurling cry. I heard a satisfying scream and thump followed by silence. They musn't have considered soundproofing. Sweet! I laughed so hard I almost cried.

Suddenly on of the little girls said sweetly, "It's time."

Please review. This was written late at night and I'm tired. Fall Break. Hoot! Hoot! Sorry for not updating. Will do so more frequently this week. Please review! God loves you!