Jennifer shivered, a cold sweat surrounding her despite the humid air. Her eyesight was poor - why was everything so blurry? - but she squinted and managed to make out the (unfortunately) familiar cell.

Something nagged at her in the back of her mind. What was she supposed to be doing? She couldn't remember the last part of her dream that had taken over the first. It was just an inky black darkness in her mind, silent and unforgivingly lonely.

A bang startled her, and the ground rumbled as if something heavy wax walking towards her.

Everything was slowly turning solid - gaining color and texture. The red glow seemed to seep from the hallway, instead of settle around her. It was still blurry and just wrong, though. Jennifer didn't get it.

"Round them up!" A rough voice cried. "I want every single prisoner out in the line up!"

Them? Every? JJ didn't have time to question if there were more than just her in the cell block - Red, she guessed, by the color of the blanket. Why was it red - why was she noticing it?

When she stood, she abandoned the thin, scraggly blanket. She noticed that she wasn't naked (thankfully) instead in a hospital type gown that tied in the back, the same red as the blanket.

Who was she kidding? It was a sheet - the most thin, scratchy excuse for comfort Jennifer had ever seen. What was it for?

Maybe she had blanked out (who knew how much blood she had lost) or just wasn't paying attention, lost in her own world, but the next thing she knew she was in a stone room. It was long and thin, with the same red sort of hue that was the world.

She also wasn't alone. Two young-looking kids were in front of her in the line, and maybe some behind her, but she couldn't tell - the Cyclops that had come to get her glued to her side, and made her afraid to turn. A spear was strapped to it's thigh.

"What do you want from me?" She wanted to scream. Why am I here? Why am I being punished?

Jennifer stayed silent as those in her line (who all had on a red hospital gown like her) was led through metal door. As she followed the person in front of her, she looked back. Kids (It's always kids) were starting to file in with Cyclops like JJ's and her line. Their gowns were yellow - the kind that looks weird whenever you try to use it. Some were ripped, as if they hadn't be allowed a new one in a long time.

JJ knew that her gown - then a stark blue - would have looked like that had she not escaped.

They turned right, staying straight for a while before turning through another set of cold metal doors and meeting at a fork. They went one of the four ways - turning down the north west hallway.

How long had they been walking? She didn't know - but JJ had figured out that five or six young kids, all about her age, were behind her. An average of nine or ten kids in each cell block wouldn't be that bad if Jennifer hadn't know that there were at least three colors. Thirty kids, all forced to either be slowly tortured or be reprogrammed into another identity and follow His orders? Not so good.

Jennifer almost stopped when the realization hit her in the face.

What if Emily wasn't Emily? what if the person that had shot her hadn't been her cousin - just a reprogramming of her?

They turned left and ground to a stop, all lined up against the harsh brick wall of the room she had first seen back when she was five.

The room of choices. Jennifer remembered now. There had been four colors - four cell blocks. Each color corresponded with something. Green - Reprogramming. Red - Torture. Blue - Undecided. Yellow - Experiment.

She was in a red.

Why had she chosen red? She knew that moat got to choose their colors - either Green, Red, or Yellow. JJ remembered very vividly being told she couldn't choose blue, and very violently.

And what color was Lee in? Was this why he wanted to know her blanket color?

The stopped outside a large room. Bleachers sat on two sides, going down about a mile. How many people (kids) were there?

Dun dun dun! Hey! It's been forever, but I've finally uploaded with something I'm happy with. The words are right and I feel like it makes sense if you're not in my head, seeing a thousand head cannons of every little thing.Anyway, I hope you are having a good day. Now, I'm off to do some homework, because school has started and could be used as an excuse for why I haven't uploaded yet...Love you!~BabaLooWho