It kept going like that for days, a week, two weeks. Every day, the guards took someone out of the glass room. When that person came back, he would be unconscious and injured.

None of us spoke about what they had done to us. In fact, I didn't speak at all.

Time didn't mean anything to me, anymore. It was like my life was in slow-motion and fast-forward at the same time. I only knew that when the guards had brought Nate back, it was my turn to go out of the room.

What first seemed like a temporary moment of freedom, now became my worst fear.

I was afraid of my gut feeling when something bad was going to happen.

I was afraid of the flashes of visions that were just out of my reach when the serum wasn't fully gone yet.

I was afraid that I would dream while I was unconscious.

I was afraid of making one wrong move and ending up like Angel, but I wasn't afraid of that at the same time.

Only the thought of Soph kept me from kicking one of the guards in the crotch and getting killed. I wondered if Nate also thought about Angel that way, if he only lived for her. I wondered if he knew that his sister was dead. I hadn't told him.

I hadn't told anyone about what I had seen.

Anyway, that terrible routine kept going for what felt like years, decades, centuries – though I was pretty sure that it were only a couple of weeks – before, one certain day, the door opened.

I looked up, surprised; it wasn't time to take Hank away yet, was it?

A man walked into the room. He was small, about as tall as Peter, though I was pretty sure that he was an adult – he had a moustache. He looked us in the eyes, one by one, before smiling.

"Good evening, my friends," he said.

Evening. It was evening.

I didn't know why that was such a big shock to me.

The silver-haired kid next to me squinted at the man.

"Who are you?" he asked, his tone pretty hard for a four-years-old boy.

The man laughed.

"Oh, where are my manners?" he said to nobody in particular. "My name is Bolivar Trask. I run this place."

Sean let a hiss escape from behind his teeth. I couldn't blame him; even I wanted to hit this guy in the face. With a brick.

He was the one who did all of this to us.

"What're you doin' here?" Nate said. His voice was hoarse and weak, but he still managed to sound dangerous. "I could kill you in a second, you son of a -"

Trask held up a hand and cut him off. Nate choked on the word he had meant to say.

"I am here to bring you good news," the man said with a small smile. "I have finally found what I needed to finish my Sentinel Program."

I had no idea what that meant, but it sounded bad.

"So?" Sean asked him. He sounded angry, too. "How is that good news?"

I wondered if he knew what that Sentinel thing meant. I had to ask him about that someday.

Trask looked the boy in the eyes.

"It means that you are unnecessary," he replied.

I decided that I had a very bad feeling about this. It was clear that he wasn't going to send us home.

"You will be put out of your misery. Tomorrow, early in the morning."

He looked me in the eyes and smiled a wicked smile. I shivered.

"Except for you," he said. "Because you, my dear, have an extraordinary gift, haven't you?"

I didn't reply; I wasn't going to waste my valuable words on him.

Trask walked towards me and put a hand on my shoulder.

"Hey!" Sean protested. "Don't you dare touch her! Leave her alone!"

The small man ignored him completely. He bent forward and whispered in my ear: "You could help me... If someone comes to stop me, you could see it coming... I could give you everything..."

But even without my powers, I knew that it were empty promises. I still didn't say anything.

Instead, I kicked my knee up and slammed it against the side of Trask's head.

It was enough to startle and maybe even hurt him, but if I hadn't been so weak, he surely would've been unconscious. Now I had only made him angry.

He pulled a taser out of his pocket – why hadn't I seen that coming? – and pushed it against the back of my neck. Immediately, my vision got shut down. I felt that my head fell forward.

"Luka!" my father yelled, his voice breaking. It was the first time I heard him speak in days.

Trask made a disapproving sound in the back of his throat and walked away from me; I could hear his shoes click on the floor.

"Trask!" Sean screamed furiously. "I'm gonna kill you!"

Trask snickered. "I'd like to see you try, Mister Cassidy."

Then the sound of a door slamming shut echoed through the room, and it was the last sound I heard before I lost my consciousness.

"We have to get out of here."

That was the sentence that pulled me out of the blackness. My head felt heavy, but I was awake immediately. A younger voice joined the conversation.

"We've tried to escape before," Peter replied. "Didn't end well. We got caught and tied up to the walls."

I looked up, just in time to see Hank grin weakly.

"I've got a plan," he said.

Sean raised his eyebrows.

"Well, bring it on, then," he replied. "Every second counts. We've only got hours before they'll kill us."

Hank cleared his throat, the way he always did when he still taught classes at the School. "First, Charles has to act like he's dead."

"What?" my father reacted, but Nate shushed him.

"Let him talk."

"Hopefully, the guards will release him. The serum will slowly stop working. When it does, Charles will mind-control a guard and release us. Then Peter will pick him up and Nathaniel will get us to the courtyard, where they keep the trucks. I'll get us away from here."

"Can you drive?"

"Yes, why?"

"Well... I thought... Because you don't have feet... Never mind."

"Anyway," Hank continued, as if Sean had never asked the question, "of course, the plan will only work if everyone agrees with it."

"I agree with it!" both Nate and Sean exclaimed at the same time. Peter nodded as well.

My voice broke multiple times when I said it, probably because I hadn't spoken in weeks, but I managed to whisper "I'm in."

Then all eyes, blue, grey, green and brown, were on my father. He looked away.

"So... what about you, Dad?" I asked him, focusing on making my voice sound gentle instead of desperate.

I knew how difficult this was going to be for him, to finally let the voices in again after such a long time. This could go horribly wrong. He could collapse under the weight of his powers. But it was our only chance to get out of here alive.

Finally, he looked up.

Our eyes locked.

When I saw the rare but familiar flash of bright blue in his eyes, I knew what he had decided to do.

"Let's do this," he said. "It is worth a try."

And for the first time in what felt like forever, I allowed myself to smile.

To be honest, I think I had way too much fun while thinking up the plan :) , I really enjoyed doing that! So, yeah, the happenings in this chapter are kinda the 'push' they needed to get out of there. Trask wants them dead, they don't want to die (well, Luka does, but you get the point), so they are going to try to get out of there! Yaay!

Let me know what you think of it! Please! :)

Oh, and PS: I have a couple of tests next week and I have to study for them, so maybe I won't be able to update, but I'll try to make it up to you by posting the next chapter today or maybe tomorrow... So stay tuned! (and, yeah, that's gonna be the chapter of their escape... If they escape! *evil laugh*)

See ya later!