"What the…" John looked around at the room he was in, it had a clear view of new pretty town but there was a piece of glass, a wall.
John realized that he was sitting, in an ice cold metal chair. John quickly tried to stand up but restraints around his necks arms and legs held him to the chair. He quickly studied the room looking for anything, a clue, a hint for who was running this hospital, or prison whatever it was.
He sat there for a while, partly admiring the scene but more because he had no way out of his restraints, and even if he did, from where he was standing he could not see any doors or other ways to escape.
Three doctors walked in, coming from behind him and them they strided with the confidence of middle pretties.
"Do you know where you are?" a doctor asked, he seemed to be the leader of the trio, standing in the middle of them.
"How the fuck should I know? In some prison?" John responded spiting the words out.
"No, Mont hospital actually, the same hospital you went to undergo your surgery, there were …." The doctor quietly talked to his colleges and then continued "due to complications we could not start the procedure"
"So this means what? I m gona have to wait a little? HOW LONG?"
"No, by complications I mean we could not carry out the procedure."
John looked at the doctors in disbelief, if what they were saying what was true…
" so you mean I'm still ugly?" john asked in disbelief , the disbelief soon turned to rage as he realized what this means, from what he heard people like this they were outcasts, nobodies, living in hell.
One of the doctors approached John with a mirror, when he looked at the reflection he realized what they were saying was true, he was ugly forever.
**** (time passed) ****
They let him out later; they had explained that the restraints were to stop him from hurting himself, which was extremely common in cases like his. They told him the place he was gona be staying, the west side mansion, and a modern mansion. It was known for being incredibly average, they probably thought it was sweet irony to put him there, but that's the government. When he got to the outside of the hospital there were his parents waiting for him, he wasn't surprised, he must have only been out for a short amount of time, not the hours or even days that was average, most of his friends probably had no clue of what had happened.
He stood there, across from his parents for a awkward second, looking at them. They were pretty, strong, intelligent and he was just a freak, some weird accident that should have never occurred.
"Hi" John said in a attempt to break the awkward silence that had spontaneously happened.
"I know how this must look son, but everything will turn out for the best, they might even find a way to fix this." His dad said he tried to act strong but he knew that it was just an act.
His mother had been in complete shock the whole time but she had come to her senses just as john had managed to say "where to".
She carefully responded with "wherever you want to go."
He looked at them but he didn't want to bear this , this wasn't what was supposed to happen, the odds of 2 screw ups on a surgery within 3 months is astronomically low, it broke status quo.
They stood there for a while, another silence had befallen them and john broke it again. "gona walk "
The parent's protests were clear and obvious, but he did not care. He started walking in the general direction of his mansion. He did not know what he was going to do and he did not know where he was going but he was going. He walked for hours losing himself in the massive metropolis.
**** (time passing) ****
Late at night when the moon had risen he was still walking, the party spires of new pretty time eliminated the dark night.
At one point in the night a car had approached him, it had taken him a couple seconds to recognize it but despite his sleep the counter balance of his memories of evading and running from him had made it clear. The wardens had thought he was a ugly, which by definition he was one, in all but a couple of hours he was a ugly.
The wardens approached him, there middle pretty beauty hit him like a wall and sent waves of respect and honor and dignity going through him. They took their time walking up to him, deliberately making it clear that they had the power, how typical.
"What are you doing out so late?" He knew what they were thinking but John did not care he did not care about anything.
"Walking, what does it look like"? John responded with the tone of rebel and undertones of I don't care.
"Its past curfew, you should be in bed." They looked at him expecting the typical I'm sorry I did not know response.
"Pretties have curfews? This is new when was this law pasted" they had a dumbfounded look on their face; they had clearly not expected any respond like that.
"You're not a pretty" they stated plainly
"wanna bet" John started to walk past the wardens, but they thought he was gona try to run for it , tons of uglies had tried but they never succeeded and they were always just brought up with my serious charges and worse consequences.
"We are warning you, stop" one of them stated, in the same tone as earlier.
"Fuck off" he responded in the same tone.
The wardens reacted, quickly drawing there tazers, nowadays wardens have been heavily armed, due to some law being passed. They shot john, the copper wires sprang out of the gun and into his skin, jamming all electrical impulses in his body.
They easily hauled him into their hover car and flew him back to base, expecting to have to call his parents and give him a serious talking to. They flew back to their warden station and sat John down in a chair inside their office.
"Do you know what you did?" one of them asked
"Stayed up late" he responded, acting like this wasn't a worldly concern.
"Put your thumb here" one of them asked, presenting a thumb pad, usually they would then have a identity on him and would call in his parents.
"Why the fuck not" he casually responded and complied with their command
"Language" one of the officers responded sharply.
The scanner quickly searched all records and quickly came up with his name.
"John Clark" one of the wardens asked in complete surprise.
"Ya, can I go now"
"Ya sir, sorry about that "he knew that when they said sorry they actually meant about the surgery but they were too polite to say.
He quickly got up and walked to a phone on the opposite wall, this had to be a first in history he thought, an uglie arrested then released almost instantly.
He pushed a small button and the wall and demanded "CAB" he walked outside into the night to wait.
****(time passed)****
He arrived at his new room about half an hour later and laid down on his bed, much to the relief of his aching muscles. He looked over at a table on the other side of the room, containing some stuff that they had taken from him at the beginning of the surgery which was standard procedure.
When he had the strength he got up and walked over, to see on the table a interface ring which he had never used and his ident card. He walked over and put on the ring and demanded "messages".
2 new messages from 1 wwas from Orin and 1 was from Edwin, a old friend of his, before he turned 16.
He first listened to the message from Orin.
"Sup, gona make this short. We should chill sometime wanna see the new you, you promised you'd visit, come whenever you feel up to it .peaceski."
He went to listen to the other message
"He dude sorry about not being there at the release but I couldn't come at short notice. Anyway I got a party coming up tomorrow so show up, just a couple of friends so don't do anything fancy. seya then!"
After the messaged were finished playing he took the ring off, unaccustomed to wearing it and fell onto the bed.
All that had crossed his mind was that he needed to rest.
*note* sorry it took so long but I wrote this at like 3 am and it was full of plot wholes and so on. And the earlier thing about Status quo wasn't the whole meaning of the title.