He was even more frightened then before. The two strange men dressed in blue had a tight grip on his already bruised wrists. They were wearing large bulky helmets and he couldn't even see their eyes. Now they were taking him to a large hangar.



Another man pushed a button on the wall and the large doors opened, revealing a helicopter pad. The wind cut into his skin with a vengeance. It took his breath away, while the two guard tightened their grip on his wrists. The wind was very cold especially to him. He was wearing nothing but tattered and torn clothes that at one time could have been white. Now they were brown, stained with his blood.

The two soldiers opened the door to a helicopter, threw him in, and boarded the aircraft. The floor of the 'copter was cold and hard. When he impacted the floor his body hurt even more; re-enforcing the massive bruising on his body.



This is how they treat their people? He silently wondered. Hrph! I'd like to have a few words with the president of this corporation.



Then he rethought his decision. Staring pensively at the coal black floor of the 'copter he realized he still didn't know who he was. Much less, who the president of this massive establishment was. He wasn't even sure this building had a president; but it...it just sounded right.



The helicopter started abruptly, sending him flying into the wall to his right. He struggled to grip onto something, anything in the contraption to keep him from slipping, sliding, and bruising even more.



After a few minutes of painful gasping while his body was abused more, the helicopter stopped. It didn't land on the ground but hovered about five or so feet from it. He heard the two soldiers call it the Sector 5 Slums -- whatever that meant.



The two soldiers suddenly grabbed him by the wrists and threw him out the helicopter doors they'd just kicked open. He landed on the dirt ground with a hard thud. Then the helicopter gained altitude and speed back to the large building on the 'plate'.



He didn't know how long he'd been lying there -- eyes closed, embracing the ground. But the sound of the helicopter had long since left his ears. He fought to stand, coughing hard. Once, he coughed so hard that a bit of red blood flew from his throat and on to the ground. However, he found the strength to walk and after about five minutes of walking, rather limping, he found himself at a church.



The church was the only one he'd seen down here. Not that he'd seen too much. The roof of the church, as he noticed, had a very large hole in it, almost as if someone had fallen through there. He walked in the church. To his surprise, there were not only two small children in here, but a large bed of flowers. He approached the children slowly.



"Hey," the little girl said to him, "where's the flower lady?"