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Chapter 8; A Blast From the Past

"C'mon! Admit it!"

"No way! I could totally kick your butt. We did it already, didn't we?" Oliver said. He and Rex were having a verbal debate over which of the two of them would win in a fight. Six, Amyna and Onier were also walking with them to the debriefing/interrogation room. To be, well, debriefed and interrogated. Fun times.

"Cut it out you two." Six said, not really expecting them to but it couldn't hurt to try.

Oliver and Rex both ignored him. "That was a sneak attack. It doesn't count. I wasn't ready. Besides that was him," Rex motioned at Onier who rolled his eyes. "It wasn't even you."

"Excuses, excuses." Rex's new friend said. "We totally beat you guys! And I did knock you out. Onier got Six."

"How about we settle this in training? Will that end this?" Six suggested. But Six knew that whoever lost would just demand a rematch but it would quiet the teens until then. Hopefully.

"Bring it, bro." Oliver said offering a handshake to Rex.

"You're so on, hermano!" They shook and sealed the bet.

Six just shook his head and turned the corner as the rest of the group followed. As he did so he heard his partner whisper something about a "taco run" to the other teens. And 'prank wars' might also have been mentioned. "Great," he thought. "Now there are more of them. As if Rex and the monkey weren't bad enough."

"Hey, Amyna? Onier?" Oliver asked. "You two okay?"

The two of them had been relatively quiet and had both been staring off into space and avoiding eye contact. Though they might have just been trying to avoid being sucked into Oliver and Rex's bet. "I'm fine." Onier said, looking away.

"Ditto," Amyna said.

"Uh huh," Oliver rolled his eyes. He knew them well enough to know something was up. "Don't tell me what's going on." (don't tell or tell me?)

"We're here." Six said. He opened a door and entered followed by Rex, Amyna, Onier and finally Oliver entered last. Oliver assumed that the door led to the interrogation room.

As soon as Oliver entered he regretted it. The room was stark white. Just like before. He felt one of his flashbacks coming. He tried to push it back but it started to overtake him. The room started to flash and spin. Oliver stumbled holding his head. Amyna and Onier both quickly realized what was going on since they had seen him have a flashback before.

"Kid, you ok?" Even Six noticed his sudden change in posture.

"Yeah, just give me a sec," Oliver said but his voice was strained. He felt his control slipping but refused to admit defeat. Heck, he'd rather take on Providence again than this again. "I'm fine-"

Then his vision went black as he lost the struggle.

White walls. That was the first sight that greeted him as he awoke. The walls were a clean, pristine white, like a hospital. A really, really creepy hospital.

The second was the two faces peering at him. They both seemed concerned or at lest, that's what he thought. One was a girl with medium long brown hair and paler than normal skin. She eyed the kid on the floor with eyes that were such a dark blue they seemed almost like two black holes but seemed calculating and warm at the same time. Almost like she was seeing his deepest secrets but not wanting to exploit them. It was disconcerting. But, at the same time, She was smiling and had an arm outstretched to help him up.

The other face was a guy. His black hair looked like it had lost a fight with an angry weed-whacker, or maybe a rabid beaver. He seemed to be smirking at an inside joke that nobody understood and his brown eyes sparkled with mirth. The kid just radiated a sense of...weirdness. No, that wasn't it more of a quirky happiness. He was flipping a gold pirate coin between his fingers with practiced ease. As he did so, it clicked annoyingly.

The guy on the ground accepted the offered hand and was pulled to his feet. "Thanks," He muttered as he looked around in a daze.

"No prob. We all went through the same thing." The boy said. He put his hand unoccupied by the coin up for a handshake, which was gratefully accepted. The kid's coin never stopped moving during the shake. "I'm R. If you want to be all technical Experiment R."

"And I'm A," The girl who helped him added.

"W-where am I?" The new arrival asked before pausing to think but his mind just drew a blank, a massive, and all consuming blank. "Wait, WHO am I? And why are both of your names only a letter?"

"I honestly have no idea who you are. Not before this point, at least." A answered. "And our name's are just a letter because that's the designation we got."

She paused before continuing. "Since you're one of us now, they're have put yours onto your arm." A pulled up the sleeve of her dark blue shirt, which on thinking about the new guy noticed all three of them wore the same dark blue clothes that looked suspiciously like a prison uniform.

Underneath her sleeve was a large, bold, black printed A. R rolled his sleeve to reveal an identical font R. The newbie rolled his sleeve to reveal the same font a large O.

O's head swam and he tried to remember something. Anything. A few memories surfaced but they were jumbled. Like he was trying to remember through a fog. O shook in his frustration. Nothing. Not even a name. R put a tanned hand on his new friends shoulder.

"Sorry, bro. They probably wiped your memory. Some stuff will come back eventually but it's almost total amnesia. It kind of sucks." R said. He pulled something out of a pocket. "Before I forget I took this, here. All of us got one item when we first got here. Mine was the coin and here's yours."

"You really can't resist, can you?" A shook her head, her brown hair swung as she did so. O got the feeling she was resisting the urge to slap some sense, or manners, into R. "You really are a Klepto."

He dropped the item into O's hand. It turned out to be metal horse. The Knight piece from a chess set. A gasped slightly when he revealed it. As O rolled it in his palm, the iridescent metal appeared to change colors. The base seemed to be an extremely dark purple that reflected sunlight for different colors. It was strange, the piece felt almost...calming. Right. Maybe it was just the fact that he actually had something that was his in this strange place.

"Thanks, " O said. The Knight seemed to be calming his anxiety for some odd reason but he was still confused. He was gratefull for the help and introductions but he wondered what the heck was going on. "But can I get an explanation? What is this place?"

A sighed. "Okay, explanation time. Welcome to the Enhancement Program."

*Author's Note; Sorry for the delay guys. I didn't mean to make this long of a gap. Anywho, thanks for reading, following and/or favoriteing(Is that correct grammar?). Also, thanks to my Betas. Oh, and for those of you who like X-men, I published a short one-shot with Bobby and Kitty.