Eight POV
My head hurts. My mouth is dry. My throat hurts. My nose is stuffy. I feel sick. Nine and Twelve said I'd get better. But I'm still sick. Actually, I feel worse. I don't like this. Six yelled at me, and then she was nice to me. But then she was mean again.
I don't know what I did to make her mad. I want to be nice to her, so she can be nice to me.
"I feel sleepy." I tell myself.
I lie on the floor in the corner. The floor feels cold, but it feels nice. I hug my legs to my body. I close my eyes and try to sleep on the ground. I sniff and cough again before I fall asleep.
Nine POV
Twelve slightly turns his head. "Should we check up on him?" he asks.
"Sure."
We exit the empty room and walk out in the hallway. It's quiet, as usual. Our footsteps on the tiled floors are audible to our ears. A quiet yawn is heard in the distance.
It's too quiet today.
We enter the bedroom of 26 beds. All sheets have been neatly folded and pillows are placed against the headboards. A tiny boy is curled in the corner. His shoulders steadily rise and fall in an even tempo.
Twelve snickers, "They would be so mad if they saw him in this state."
"Shut up and get moving. We don't have a lot of time."
I hand him a mouth mask we stole from the laboratory. He places it over his mouth and hooks the elastic bands behind his ears. I nod at him. We quietly step over to Eight.
"Hey wake up." Twelve says as he shakes Eight's shoulder with his foot.
He slowly opens his eyes and groans. Suddenly, he pops his eyes open and sits up straight.
"H-hello." he stammers.
I nod at him. "How's the medicine working?"
He looks down at ground. "I'm sorry. I'm getting sicker. Is this suppose to happen?"
"Yes this is suppose to happen. Once you get very sick you'll immediately become well again. You can carry on freely after that."
"Really?"
I smile behind my mask. "Of course. You'll never get sick again."
His eyes gleam with joy before he covers them with his eyelids as he sneezes. I glance at Twelve who winks at me.
"We'll come by next time." Twelve cheerfully says.
He grabs the sleeve of my shirt and drags me out along with him. He covers his mouth and slightly hunches his shoulders. He's holding back a laugh.
"You laugh too much."
He bursts out laughing. A wicked laugh. "Sorry everything's just going too well for us. It's hilarious."
I say nothing to his remark as his laugh tapers off. He continues pulling on my shirt until we reach the usual room.
Test Subject: Twelve
Age: 9
Gender: Male
The white atomic clock ticks quietly as Nine and I sit silently on the ground. Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick. The black clock arms read 4:03 in the afternoon. I sigh and rise from my sitting position.
"I'm going to the bathroom." I tell Nine.
He glances at me once and doesn't reply. I leave the room, closing the door behind me. I walk down the hallway. I spot a door with a sign of a female and male figure. I pass the door and smirk. Turning around a corner, I see a woman in scrubs inspecting the room. I quickly turn back around and hide until a man calls her over. She disappears into a hallway. I let out a breath of relief and quickly walk out. I head to a small door and place my hand on the cold handle. I look around for anyone here. No one. I open the door revealing a jumbled mess of supplies. Carefully shuffling through the objects, I wrap my hand around a wooden handle. A rusty hammer is pulled out, and I swiftly shut the door.
The adults never used this place. If they ever did, it would be spotless and organized. The door would also be locked. However, the last time I picked at the lock was months ago, and it's still unlocked. No one else has touched this place yet. They sure have been lazy at their security lately.
I head to the far, far back of the building. I don't know what this room is for, but I assume it's just for more storage. The very back is an extension to the original structure. I can tell because of all the random beams and such. This place also has a different texture to the walls and a slightly different color.
I place my hand against the smooth wall and drag it across until my hand senses a bump.
"Found it." I whispered to myself.
I figured there use to be a door here. They possibly only covered it with wood boards and plaster and painted over it. I tap my fist against the wall and a different part. I smile. It's a different sound.
Removing the poster paper I covered the wall with, I peer into the gaping hole I pounded for days, weeks. Smiling, I pick up the old hammer and slam it against the wall. Parts of it fall off. It reveals a new surface.
"Shoot." I mutter.
They weren't as lazy as I expected. Carefully imbedded metal reflects the overhead lights.
Well, that's that. My secret plan just went down the drain. I sigh and cover the wall again with the poster board. Sitting on the ground, thoughts run through my head for another plan. I trudge with the heavy tool back into the horrendous closet. Walking past the bathroom and back into the empty room, I notice an extra person. She sits next to Nine comfortably.
"Hello Five."
She looks up at me and waves.
"That was a really long bathroom trip you had." Nine remarks.
"Sorry, sorry. Had to poop."
Five scrunches her face. "Gross. Don't say it so casually."
I scratch my head at her comment. Nine is still eying me down with suspicion. I avert my gaze to the wall.
Heyyy! How's life going? Mine is good... kind of. Testing is still going on. Still. It's been a month and I haven't finished standardized testing yet. School has no mercy on us. Oh man... I haven't even taken finals yet. Okay never mind my life sucks right now.
Twelve's escape plan is actually based off a dream I had this week. Who knew dreams can be useful to fanfiction.
-PwandaBear32
