I guess it was a good thing, that he could laugh. It showed that he would be nice, unless of course this was some sort of ploy to let my guard down. But why would he do that anyway? Is trust better than fear? Who knows? Only the people who have experienced it or given the order I guess. That's when I noticed that we were walking again. But we weren't walking in the direction we had come from. We were walking along the corridor. When I looked in the rooms through the windows I saw dishes, lots of dishes. It wasn't just the Classic Dish but there were other ones, I only saw flashes of them before I walked past but I couldn't linger long enough to see what they were like.

We stopped halfway to what seemed to be like a cross junction. In front of us was the rest of the corridor, behind us was the corridor from which we came from, to our right was a wide-open space with lockers and a window that covered one wall and to our left was, can you guess? Double doors. We walked through the double doors and I was greeted by the sight of stairs, then I saw the wall in front of me was a big window. I had a feeling the windows were tinted so I could look out with perfect vision but the people on the outside would have their vision clouded by the darkness.

As we walked down the stairs, all you could hear was the slap and clicks as shoes hit the stairs.

Brrriiing!!!

I nearly fell down the rest of the stairs in shock, that bell was sooo loud! It must've been about 100db, then as suddenly as it started, it then stopped. It must've only been on for only about five seconds but after it stopped it still echoed through the staircase and my head may I add. By this time we had gotten to the bottom of the stairs and the swing doors were swinging behind us.

'This is the Dining Hall, so where's the Cafeteria?' I then noticed where the red corrugated steel was now the cafeteria.

We were the first ones there. The menu of the day was:

~*Menu*~

Rice

Curry

Fried Fish

Potato Wedges

Pizza

~*Menu*~

Yippee. If you didn't get it I was being sarcastic. I walked up, picked up a tray and then walked to the dinner lady there.

"Uh, could ah'ave some pota'o wedges an a pizza please?" I asked. She just looked-okay, more of stared at me.

"Pardon?"

"Could I have some potato wedges and a pizza please?" (A.N The pizza's like the microwave-able ones. They're rectangular and not the circular ones. He's not that greedy!) I sighed as she scooped some potato wedges onto the plate. I was beginning to wonder when I would be able to talk to people without finding most of the time I have to repeat myself.

When I was handed the still warm plate I walked back and wondered where to sit. There was a lot of places that I could go. I took a quick scan and saw Doctor sitting by himself at the table closest to the window beside the cafeteria. I heard the other people come up behind me but I'm glad to say that I didn't hear any scribbling because that would be just too weird. How the heck are you supposed to write and hold a tray at the same time? Well, maybe you could hold the tray underneath it with one hand, put the notebook or whatever on top of the tray and start writing with the free hand. But I don't think that'll work. Not that well anyway. (A.N By the way, I haven't tried it)

 I sat down opposite from him and those other people (I should really ask what their names are shouldn't I?) sat down as well. Doctor had rice and curry.

"So what do you think of this place so far?"

I stalled by stuffing some food in my mouth and chewing slowly. "I think this place is kinda confusin (confusing) how many stairways is there?"

"Four."

"Four? Where's the fourth one?"

"Go through a set of double doors."

* Queue me animé falling *

"Another question, how many double doors are there in this place?" Doctor rolled his eyes heavenward as he mentally counted them all.

"Hmm. Let me think for a moment." Well, from what I had seen he'd need more than a minute to check how many there was. After a minute he said,

"At least 30 double doors."

"Wha'?! No way? Thir'y doors?"

"No, there's more than that, 30 is the least amount of double doors."

"…" * Sweatdrop *

"Anything else?"

"Where's me room?" He laughed at that.

"I'll let one of these people show you they way when the bell rings again." He motioned the other people at the table with a sweep of his hand. I nodded.

 "Fine."

The rest of lunch descended into quietness, as we didn't really have anything else to say. By now the rest of the tables were filled up with other people and there was so much of an overflow that quite a few people were eating in the assembly bit of the hall. I heard small snippets of conversations while I ate.

"…the weight disk won't be…"

"…not sure if it'll work…"

"…did you hear about the experiment Doctor was doing…"

"…D.N.A might not be stable…"

I stopped listening at that moment. D.N.A? What does that have to do with beyblades? Or beyblading?

I was starting to get pretty bored. I had finished my lunch, I doubt I would be able to go away anywhere without being watched for anything suspicious and the people at my table had no idea what the heck I was feeling or how to talk to me. I looked about to see if I could find some people who were around my age. I couldn't find any. Everyone here was at least twenty-five/ thirty years old. That's like ten years older than me!

"Doc? Are there any other kids here? You know, kids ma age."

"If I think correctly then I would say…that you are the only child here."

I leaned my head back as far as it would go over my chair. 'Great, just great. I'm the only kid here, so what exactly am I going to be doing here while I'm here? I doubt they have football pitches but maybe they have a basketball court?

I wonder how he's really doing?

"I'm doin fine. Nice of you t'ask. But ah'm right here ya know." I said sarcastically. This was the first time I had seen him start from something. Plus his eyes had started to bulge out for some reason. And he looked totally freaked out.

"H-how di-did you do that?" he whispered it like he hadn't said it. Weird or what?

"Do wha'? You just asked me." I said with my trademark half grin and cocking of my head. (A.N Just like a dog when it's listening to/for something)

 "No," he said with a shake of his head. "I didn't say a word. Ask them," he inclined with his head to the other people.

'I really should ask wha' they're called shouldn' ah? Bu' then, they probably won' give a straight answer anyways.'

I then realized what Doctor just said. He hadn't vocally said anything, but I had heard him say it. I'm sure I did!

"What? I heard you say tha'. You were wonderin how I was really doin."

"Yes, but don't you see my dear boy? I never said it. What you "heard" was what I was thinking!"

"Thinking? Excuse me for being a little sarcastic and sceptical."

^What's happening over there at Doc's table? ^

 {That kid seems kind of excitable.}

"Huh?" I twisted about in my chair to see who had said that. When I turned back I saw those people writing in their notepads again. What did they find so interesting about me this time?

[Amazing! This is truly astounding! The effect of the drugs have taken..]

:.. never thought it would be this fast acting! It's only been…:

;…I wonder if there is going to be any bad side effects…;

~…this discovery is going to be the…~

For some reason I knew that I wasn't hearing it. I didn't hear it by my ear. Only in my head. And for some strange reason it sounded louder than the other whatever they were before. 'Does this mean I'm goin crazy? Bu' I was righ' 'bou' wha' Doctor was thinkin though. Does that mean I'm-'

-They seem to be getting extremely excited. Whats- -

_I've never seen Docter act like- _

=What's happening over- =

+ The boy seems agitated now+

\Why has the boy gone all pale? Is he-\

@Why they chose that boy is a comp- @

I couldn't take it anymore. The sudden barrage of thoughts in my head. I tried to block out the thoughts by covering my ears, but the second I did that I knew it was no use. Covering your ears is a defence if you're hearing something. In a way I wasn't hearing anything.

+Why has he covered- +

/The boy seems to be in pai- /

|…aren't making that much noise for someone to d- |

The immense pressure was making itself known in an extremely painful way. It was like you were in a crowded room but instead of sifting through the conversations are you went along, what you got was that everyone was shouting but you could hear every. Single. Word. And the only way you could stop one shouting at you was to have somebody else shout at you! I heard everything and nothing at the same time. It was clear as crystal and as muddled as mud at the same time. (A.N I have no idea about that idea) It felt like my brain was going to explode with all the new information I was getting all the time. I then felt hands hold my shoulder but when it did, the sudden overload of pictures of life, feelings and memories suddenly rushed my already inside beaten body and I then fell into blissful unconsciousness where I wouldn't be able to hear or feel a thing.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

He seems to faint quite a lot doesn't he? So please review! I know you've read it because you're reading this. So have you guessed what happened? What was the side effect? I should hopefully be able to put up a new chap soon. Well. If anyone reviews. And if you're getting a little muddled then each new { + or whatever like that is a different person. See ya when I upload again!

Dark Ice Dragon