Suddenly, the door opens and reveals the same guy who tried to arrest me at school, sunglasses still in place. In his left hand, he holds a chair. He walks over towards the middle of the room, puts the chair not too far away from me and sits on it."Remember me?" He says while grinning. From up close, the guy looks like he's around thirty years old, but I'm not sure because his teeth are in terrible state. He also has some grey hair just above his ears. The rest of his hair however is black, short and combed back, a lot of hairspray holding it there. "I remember you." I say. He smiles. "What are you smiling about?!" I'm getting angry, I can feel my teeth growing sharp and see better now. He just keeps on smiling and laughs out loud now. "My, my, look at you. Angry are we? Me? I'm just happy, because we've finally caught you." He stands up and starts to walk around the chair he was sitting on, hands behind his back. "Took us long enough though, you're a hard 'monster' to find."
I glare, "I'm not a monster." I say, trying not to growl. He just laughs. "Have you looked at yourself in the mirror? You don't seem very human to me, just like that friend of yours..." Oh no... "Where is Piccolo?" I practically scream. "Oh, so that's his name... I don't know, he managed to escape... But don't worry, we'll catch him soon." He jokes. How can he joke like that? "Why are you doing this? Why are you locking innocent people away, they have done nothing wrong?" I yell. He stops and leans over his chair, face just a couple of inches away from mine. "Ah, but YOU are not so innocent are you? Have you forgotten what you did at your old school?" He surprises me with his question. Of course I haven't. "I- we... I- I didn't..." He stops me."You didn't what? Do that!? Come on, Vegeta are you listening to yourself? They've found you, lying in the centre of both badly hurt teens and mutilated corpses. The survivors told us that it was you who did all of that... It's not because you don't remember any of it, that it didn't happen." I turn my head away. What can I possibly say to that? I know he's right. I know I actually deserve to be locked up. But the others don't. "Then why are you doing this to the others? The others that didn't do anything?" I sound a lot calmer than I did before."Because it's only a matter of time before they do something similar to as what you did!" He yells for the first time. He leans back as he tries to recompose himself. He looks at me again and laughs. Not his previous laugh but a cooler and more terrifying one. "Look, I don't have to explain anything to you. Now, The guards will take you to your cell, but don't worry... we'll meet again..." He smiles and snaps his fingers. In an instant, the door opens and five or six men in military outfits walk in. They chain my hands and legs, take me by the arms and almost drag me out of the room.
We walk through endless white, but decayed, hallways. My arms are getting sore because the guards are gripping them to hard. My feet are off the ground, I'm being carried. Occasionally, they do meet the ground below, probably because they can't hold me anymore. I, however, make no attempt to lift them. Why should I? This way it takes them longer to get me to my cell and it will annoy them. Five minutes later, my feet touch the ground again and I see my chance to give those guards a bit of trouble. I start to move around, trying to get away. I feel something hitting my head. The hallway goes dark and a couple of seconds later, I find myself on the floor, back against the rather dirty looking wall. My head starts to hurt. Shit! What happened? One of the guards lowers himself so he is on my level and put his rubber baton right underneath my chin to lift it up. I growl as I put the pieces together."Listen here, boy. I don't think you understand what we do here. See, this place is a combination of a prison and a madhouse. You are the 'patients' and we are the staff. Now for the staff's safety, we will not hesitate to use... Well, anything if necessary to keep you monsters in check." He grins. Oh, how I'd like to wipe that stupid smile off his face! I try to get up and attack him. But as soon as I move the other guards are already holding me so I can't move a finger. The guard in front of me takes the rubber baton from under my chin, lifts it up and hit me with it in my left jaw. I can almost feel my cheekbone cracking. It hurts, It hurts like hell... I can taste blood now and I'm pretty sure my nose is bleeding as well. I try not to make any sound, but I know I suck at that. The guard just stands up, looks down and laughs.
"Perhaps I need to mention this. I know that it's forbidden to use any kind of violence on a prisoner by law. But then again one: This place isn't owned by the government so they really don't have anything to say and frankly don't even know what's going on here. Two: Those laws only apply for human being, which, you are not. So think about it next time you plan something." He laughs again and kicks my bad leg. I scream in pain as I feel the wound reopen."My, my... Could it be that I did actually shoot you back then? I thought I missed... You should take better care of wounds like that." He laughs and the other guards laugh with him this time. So he's the one who's shot me..."Pick him up!" He tells the others. They do as he says and lift me of off the floor and continue to carry me through the endless hallways until we arrive at what seems to be my cell. My cell is located at the beginning of a big, but rather dirty looking room. They take of the cuffs around my wrists, but not the ones around my ankles. The cells are made out of four concrete, dirty walls. Only the door is made out of iron bars. The throw me inside and I land face first on the ground, hurting my leg even further in the process. The lock the door behind me, stare at me for a few seconds and then just leave. I take a look around. There's a what seems to be a chair with a hole in the middle, I guess that's the toilet. There are also a couple of wooden benches to sleep on. And... that's about it. No sink, no blankets, no window... Just a flickering light bulb above the door. I try to get up, but it's not an easy thing to do with my leg. I can see blood seeping through my trousers and I'm guessing I'm not getting any bandages. Let's just hope it doesn't get worse or infected. Bulma..I hope she is okay.
"Psss!" I hear something. It sounds like a steam pipe, but that's a bit impossible since there's are no pipes here. I change so I can see my environment clearer.
"Pssch!" I hear it again, this time it sound like it's coming from behind me. I turn my head away from the door to look but I can't see anything that could've made a noise like that. "Pssch! Over here!" I see a hand and a part of an arm now, waving at me. When I look closer I can see that the end of the left wall is also made out of iron bars. I walk over towards it, or at least I try. When I arrive, I'm surprised to find a young guy sitting on the other side of the bars. He has a a buzz cut, freshly to me better to say no hair, he was short, but looks normal furthermore. Very weird, 'our kind of people' normally look a bit more... different. "Hey..." He whispers, as if he's afraid to speak out loud. Probably because of the guards. "What..." I say back, not knowing what to say otherwise. "You... You sound weird, are you okay?" He asks. "No, They hit me pretty bad... Wait, can't you see that?" I ask. His mouth forms the shape of an 'o'."Oh, you're one of us? Sorry, I wasn't sure so I made myself look... well you know so I wouldn't scare you. But since that's not necessary and... frankly I really want to be able to see..." Jeez, he talks a lot..."... I'll just... you know..." And I can see his skin getting even more pale. The colour of his eyes change from dark brown to a mystic purple. Thin, black lines are running crisscross over his face. He looks up a bit and smiles. "Ah, better... Hello! Wow, you've got some pretty blue-ish green eyes! oh and I love your blonde hair!" O-kay...I didnt feel like changing back to normal. "Hi, I'm Krillen! and... Oh, there's-" The hyper boy doesn't finish his sentence, just turns around. "Hey, wake up! We've got a new neighbour!" He whispers kind of loud. I can hear a grunt a few seconds later and see another guy entering my view. He looks older than the other one and he's already changed. His hair looks short spiky black hair, looks a bit pale, he has a scar over his eye and a scar in a shape of X over his cheek and has an industrial piercing in one of his ears He looks very, very well build. I knew I was soon to hate this fool.
"Oh, sorry, hello. The name's Yamcha. Sorry for this little annoying brat here." He puts his hand on the other's head. The other one whines in return. "Yamcha..."
"Names vegeta." I try to smirk back, but my jaw hurts too much. "You don't look too good... What happened?" I nod and tell them about the beating and how I got the bullet hole in my leg. "Wait, when were you shot again?" Krillen interupts."A couple of weeks ago, but the wound just keeps reopening..." Scar face, or yamcha was you might call him looks like he wants to say something but he's cut off by the chrome dome, i think i'll call him that. "And you managed to get away from them and hide for over a month?" I roll my eyes. "Yeah, but I had help. While I was running, I ran into a guy like us. He lived in a shackle underneath a bridge, well hidden from everyone." The look at me like they've just seen a ghost. "Under a bridge? What was the guy's name?" Both of them say out loud. "Piccolo. Wh-" But before I could ask anything, they both grip the iron bars. "Oh. My. God! Is he alright!?" Krillen screams. "D-Don't tell me that you are-" It makes sense now. I knew who they were. They were his best friends...the one he was telling me about. "How is he? Is he okay?" Scar face asks."Yes, he managed to get away as far as I know. He's fine." They both calm down after I said that.