I am sorry for the time it took for me to make this chapter, but I have been busy doing things. My vision has gone to shit so I have been working on getting new glasses. Also, I'm thinking about making a Fallout fanfic. Anyways, ENJOY! (P.S. Might change the title of this chapter)

Every subject was gathered in the training room. I've just now realized how many of us there are, how many of us there are to be fucked with. "Alright, today, we will be doing team exercises in order to train you to preform your missions with perfect precision. Also, you will be teamed with three new partners for this exercise.", said the director's sidekick, Neil.

On the right wall there was a piece of paper with the list of teams. I was paired with Fort, a guy named Barry, and a girl named Crystal, named the 8th team. I looked around and saw Fort talking to, most likely, Crystal. I walked over to them and said, "Hey guys, where is our other partner, Barry?"

Someone tapped my shoulder and I turned to see an hyper-active, enthusiastic man smiling at me. "I am your other partner, Barry. My special ability is the instantaneous creation of explosives as well as the formation of the materials for those explosives. Such as gunpowder!", he said, forming the powder in his hands.

"Cool.", said Crystal. "All that I can do is move and change the formation, layout, as well as the placement of blocks. Change ice into steel or make a bridge from across a mile long canyon using nothing but sand." Crystal reached into a small pouch she had tied to her pants and pulled out a handful of sand, which she quickly turned to wood, then to a diamond.

I looked closely at Crystal, because there was something about her that was familiar about her, but I couldn't tell from a simple look. Everyone looked back at Neil as he started talking again. "Alright. You will be facing off with another team of four. One of the teams will be named 'Terrorists', and another team will be named 'Operatives'. The terrorist team will be given multiple disadvantages, weaker weapons, no armor, and their base will have less places to use as cover. The first fight is between teams 2 and 15; team 2 will be 'Terrorists', 15 will be 'Operatives'."

Everyone else converged upon the spectator's room. Whilst watching the battle take way, I looked at Neil closely and started noticing more and more things off about him. He has a golden watch on his left hand that he constantly glaces at, slightly, the right lens of his glasses are cracked along the edges, and his lab coat has a tear in it that matches a knife cut. I slowly stepped over to Crystal and told her, "Crystal, take a look at Neil. Is there anything that you can see or feel about him that is strange or...different?"

"Yeah.", she answered. "This is the first time that he ever decided to, personally, host and witness a test. Plus, he tried to hide wounds he sustained this morning; he is wearing makeup around his eyes to suggest that he has an injury around there, plus, his pants are a much darker than normal color, as well as saggy. He is definitely hiding something." She spoke quickly, with an intensity in her voice, almost as if she was a detective before this. I nodded and continued to notice the battle taking place.

I squinted, for there was something up with the captain of the second team, the team dubbed the terrorists. Often times he ran out of the fight and hid, where he seemed to nod and think. It seems like he is remembering something being told to him; directions given to him, to be carried out in an instant. After what happened, my nightmare in both dream and reality, I've finally decided to look at how everything really is; everything in this facility is a FUCKING LIE! BASTARDS hide in plain sight in order to ensure that the subjects don't rampage. Dick scientists to either devolve or enhance the abilities of their subjects to make this fucked up test even more fun. The worst of the worst, however, is the psycho/sociopath director of this hellhole.

The battle ended while I was deep in the subsets of my mind. "Next is team 8 and team 11. Team-", Neil started to prep his next battle, my team chosen for the fight.

"I am my team's leader and we choose to be the terrorists.", I interrupted him, not caring about the thoughts of my team.

"Alright," Neil said, laying down his clipboard. "...everyone get to your sides and wait for the fight."

I was the first to get there and the second that everyone got there, Fort grabbed me by my neck and threw me into the wall. "WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING?! YOU ARE NOT THE TEAM LEADER AND-", he yelled at me. I stopped him by smacking him in the face.

"I beat you in a fight which makes you a weaker leader, Barry is like a man on fucking cocaine, and Crystal, well I have no idea who she is yet.", I explained to him why I was the leader. He accepted it and silently backed away from me. "Now," I clapped my hands together, for this was the fun part. "...time for a plan."

I spent a few minutes explaining the plan to the team and we all agreed, it is impossible to pull off. I happened to look up after telling the plan to see Neil looking at me as if I might be a threat. I gave him a little wink, as to tell him that he is right. The fight began and the plan started taking form. Crystal and Barry went after the three warriors of 'Reaper', the blaze who I used to work with. He was obviously the leader of the team because he was giving the orders and also because he is at the head of the pack in this fight. Me and Fort were the main targets of their attacks, however, what no one knows is that I have been secretly training and intensifying my powers beyond the normal limit that was set upon us by these tyrants that rule us. A wither shield engulfed my body and eviscerated entirely. After Barry took out one of the four and Crystal injured another, I reformed the shield into a ball of energy the size of my head and then threw it at Michael, who dodged and let it hit one of his partners. He looked back at his injured colleague, but at his second of uncertainty, I jumped at him at punched him in his chest and planted a ball of wither on his chest, which exploded into an acid fog.

My team won the fight, obviously, and we were rewarded with complimentary notes on Neil's review. He still watched me closer than the rest of my team, which made me feel nervous of my future. Nervous of what the director might do to me next.

Finally Kurt sees the truth behind the facility, but what will he do to act upon this revelation? Anyways guys, hoped you enjoyed and tell me about the idea of making a Fallout 4 Fanfiction. Seeya!