Chapter 4
The door was made of titanium, nice and shiny. It had about twenty different locks controlled by computers.
Two gaurds stood watch as Tyson and Oleand dragged Kirby up to the door while she kicked and screamed.
Oleand rolled his eyes and heard a gaurd chuckle.
"They all do that when they know where they are going..." said the gaurd grinning.
A noise sounded and clacking and clicking came from the door as the locks unhinged themselves. Kirby
stopped for a minute and listened, then struggled some more. This place had to be the worst ever. It was
called "The Gopher." Reason was that all prisoners sent here were scientific testing devices. The Mercs got
more money than the criminal was worth and they were happy. Most people suffered from schizophrenia
and HIV from being abused and contaminated with unclean syringes. This was also a high security place,
meaning there was no way she could possibly get out, but she wasn't going to give up without a fight.
The door opened and a man stood there with long scraggly blond hair. He took her arm and the mercs let
go of her, turning around without a word. He then dragged her inside the lobby where cells lined the walls
all the way up for about 200 feet. The walls were white, smeared with some blood occasionally.
"Come on whore. Let's find where you belong." he said with an accent she had never heard before. "If you
struggle anymore they will give you a muscle relaxant and then you'll be lifeless on the floor of your cell for
about two days. That is, if we don't experiment. Limp ones ain't all that good anyway." He hoisted Kirby up
and she followed him with her hands cuffed behind her back. They walked over to an elevator and she
sighed deeply. 'How do I get myself into so much trouble...' she thought. They got out and he led her to a
white cell that was semi clean and had a cot with one blanket on it. Then the door closed and she was left
alone in the cell. The chains fell loosely off of her hands. She hadn't noticed when he had unlocked them.
Kirby sat down and fell backward onto the cot. It made a sad creaking sound. She grinned and started
bouncing up and down on it, trying to annoy others. A laugh came from her for the first time in this forsaken
place. Silence followed as she lay there staring at the ceiling for what seemed like hours. Boredom. The
only word for it. But then again you could certainly get all your thoughts sorted out.
An intercom said something vaguely that she couldn't make out. A loud clank surprised her and screaming
pursued. "Get your arse of that damned cot and get out here for role!" yelled a man.
"I'm coming I'm coming jesus…" she mumbled swinging her legs over the cot and then getting up.
Dizziness overwhelmed Kirby and she stumbled a few times. The door opened and she stepped out.
Looking around she noticed everyone standing up straight like a soldier by their doors so she did the same.
It was a few minutes before a guy came by and checked her off on the list.
"Roll is every hour unless its sleeping time, got it?" he said spitting chew on the ground.
Kirby winced and felt like she was going to vomit. "That's fucking disgusting…"she whispered.
"Get used to it whore." He said calmly and continued on.
Kirby stepped back into her cell and sat down. The lights went out and she assumed it was bed time so she
laid down. The covers were pulled up tightly to her chin and she shivered violently against the cold. Biting
her lip she thought of the endless nights she would spend here. She sighed and then closed her eyes, the
moans and groans along with sudden yells erupted into the night. Kirby fell into an uneasy sleep.
The next morning a siren woke Kirby up and she fell out of bed to the hard ground. She groaned and stood
up groggily. She then made her way over to her position for roll as the door slid open. The yelling started
and guards shouted out numbers. Kirby stood still as the guard walked up to her. He looked her up and
down.
"Go to breakfast." he said and then continued on. Kirby blinked and then realized that they had to feed them. So
she followed others and eventually found a room with tables that had a tray for each person. The trays
contained a gray like food that didnt look very appetizing. It wasn't like she was going to eat it anyway. She
would rather starve. A guy sat down next to her and Kirby looked over at him.
"You want this" she whispered. He shook his head no vigorously. Her mouth fell into a frown. But he
scarfed down his food pretty quick and she watched in disgust. Kirby noticed people who looked like
scientists in long trenchcoats that were watching her. One leaned over and whispered to a associate while
looking at her. Everyone around was starting to get groggy and headed off to their cells leaving Kirby
staring at her food uncomfortably. A scientist proceded towards her and she felt like the world was going to
collapse onto her. Just when she thought the worst was going to happen a loud crash followed by some
yells and gun shots were fired. Kirby flipped out and took off running but the scientist grabbed her.
"Not so fast" he whispered.
She growled lightly and hit him squarely in the jaw with her fist. He let go and she ran on ignoring all havoc
and mayhem. The man with the long scraggly hair stepped out in front of her. He grabbed her roughly by
the wrist before she could do anything and pinned her to the wall. Then his hands pulled her arms together
and he held her with only one hand while the other fished around in his pocket for a needle.
He was incredibly strong and she couldn't get her hands out of his grasp. Her feet were being stepped on
and didn't seem to want to budge. He brought the needle out that was filled with a clear substance then
thrust it into her arm. She cried out in pain and felt the world start to dissolve around her.Her head fell to
the side and she saw a figure that seemed to look like Riddick but she wasn't so sure. Kirby mumbled his
name as he proceded towards her before she fell into darkness.