Author note: Behold a new series of Newsies! Yay, be happy! Anyways, this one is going to be a little bit different than normal…okay; it's a lot different than normal!
Summary: Being a mere test subject was scarier than it sounded. As dangerous as it was I had to do it, if not for me, then for my little brother. Brooklyn was a danger addict, but the most dangerous thing about Brooklyn was the king himself…he doesn't scare me.
My life was completely taken over by a man named Ned Neeley, one of the most mischievous beings on this lonely planet that God has created.
I was a mere test subject, a guinea pig, a prisoner. Nobody's life could ever be as awful as mine, and not to mention grotesque and scary. After I had turned eleven my mother passed away from pneumonia, leaving my good for nothing father in charge.
After I turned twelve, he gave me up to this "school," that he said would teach me everything I wanted to know. But I was mistaken, and lied to. To Brooklyn it was a boarding school for boys and girls, but to the "students" it was hell.
To be honest, it isn't a school. The owner, Ned Neeley, had a sick mind. It was a game to him. Each person went through a different task each day, sometimes in groups and sometimes alone. You had to survive, and if you did, then you'd wait patiently for your next test.
Some tests consisted of being shut up in a dark room for six days without sunlight, food, and very little water – these tests were the easiest, well, that was my opinion. There were also the tests where we'd be chased by blood-thirsty dogs through a dark forest, surrounded by nothing but a huge red fence.
Some people would crack just after their first week and go insane, but they hadn't seen the hardest parts yet.
Growing up there was the worst thing I'd ever experienced, and what was even worse was that I was their leader. I was most likely to survive in the very end, and I had been there for five years. I was the strongest test subject, and everyone knew I'd come out alive at the end of my task.
I was cold hearted, heartless, cruel, and stubborn. Most of the others depended on me to get them out, and I usually did. I helped some escape, and even tried myself, but I came back.
Ned took something of mine, and won't give it back. The test of my life was to save my little brother. If I left, then he'd surely kill him. During the tests we were given clues and riddles and such, and I could solve them in a heartbeat.
Everybody in the "school" was marked with a number. Or, should I say, carved. They'd give you a number, and then carve it in your right wrist where you had to hide it with a white bandage. Mine was 101.
I was quick, smart, and had a lot of common sense. Anything Ned came up with I could pass it, almost like I was indestructible, immortal, and not able to fall. That's why I was the leader, and because of this they would put me through the hardest of tests, but you know what? Nothing can stop me.
My best friends were Stephen and Erica. Stephen and I took good care of Erica because she wasn't all too strong, and was very weak. If anything ever happened to her, well, this wouldn't end well.
The whole point of this "school" was to see who could survive, or who was capable of surviving. And, of course, everyone predicted that I would. Being a toy of life was harsh; we had boundaries we had to stick to.
Sure, we were aloud to leave the school from time to time, but we were watched like hawks. We could socialize with whoever we liked, but we were never aloud to get too close. We weren't aloud to love, cry or feel. Emotions only got in the way, so we weren't aloud to feel. Crying was something I didn't do often, barely at all really. It was very rare to see me cry.
I didn't know how many kids were "enrolled" in this hellhole, but there was a lot. Each day someone new would come just to get in the way of everything.
During group tests you weren't aloud to help anybody in your group. If someone fell, then you run on, stop for no one. If you did help someone then you were disobeying the rules, and you'd be punished severely. Well, I was used to these punishments because I couldn't stand to leave someone behind, and that was one of the many reasons as to why everyone depended on me.
I was still forced to visit my father, and I did, unwillingly. If there was anyone to blame for my fucked up life, it was him. He ruined everything for me, and just like him, I was dead. He was immortal, I was immortal, he was dead, I was dead – that's just how it is.
But, my life goal was to save my brother Daniel, and nothing could stop me.
