He-ello! Recca17 here. This is my first fic (on this site), and I'd really like some reviews. I eat constructive criticism for breakfast, but if you flame me... prepare for the consequences. This is meant to be a teaser to see if anyone is interested in the story. If so, I will write. If not, well, I'll probably write anyway. Just not as soon or quickly.
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This is always what he had known. Cold, white walls, and the smell of anti-septic was all he had ever known. The hard floor, cold and tiled beneath him. Everything was unyielding, unforgiving, and oh so white. The hard floor, the high ceiling, the flimsy clothing, everything was white. The nauseating smell of antiseptic wafting through the corridors only reminded him that he was here. Although, however white the surroundings were, this place was always dark. However clean it may be, it was always dirty. He was just another speck of dirt in this prison, holding nothing individual to separate him from the others. The only distinguishing mark granted was the square piece of metal by his door. A single engraving was the only sign that he had to tell himself apart from the mass of bodies in this underground prison. The engraving read only: Test Subject 123.
As he fell asleep under the white lights, for there was no night here, Subject 123 held no idea of what was to come. He would be free in twenty-four hours time. The others would be dead. Yet, 123 held no clue as to how much his life would change after those twenty-four hours. For now he would simply sleep, fading into oblivion under those white lights.
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