I'm not sure what species they were but two men came in and did some healing on my stitches and removed them. All they asked in return was I didn't attack them the moment I felt better. I agreed to it and stayed motionless as they did their work and left.

Once the men had gone from my cell I sat up and inspected myself, already I felt better. I wasn't afraid to move and tear something. I stood up and walked around my cell for a while. I felt...normal...like they hadn't done anything to me.

I picked up a magazine to make it look like I was reading but really I was deep in thought. And I sure still if there was cameras planted somewhere in here.

How long had I been here now? With not being able to see the outside, it was getting harder and harder to keep track of the days. They seemed to be slipping away faster.

I wondered what was my best bet to getting out of here? Should I continue to show my rage and hate for Aunt Lauren? Or should I start playing their game and earning their trust? It was a tough call because they probably expected me to play along to try to run away.

There was a knock and the clunk of the latch coming undone. The older man opened the door. I couldn't rage at him, he hadn't done anything but feed me.

"I'm sorry I took so long but I brought you a blanket," he produced a blanket from behind his back.

I set the magazine down in the crate and slowly stepped towards him with a smile.

"Thank you," I said. "This means a lot to me."

I reached out to take it but he pulled it back for a second.

"You're allowed this on one condition though," he said.

I patiently listened.

"You are not to harm yourself with it or it will immediately be taken away," he warned. "Do not try to suffocate yourself or anything of that nature. Ok?"

I nodded, "Yes, of course."

He handed the blanket over to me. It was stiff like it had been unused for a long time but I was grateful.

"Thank you," I said and took a step back so he could close the door.

To my surprise though, the man didn't close the door he stepped aside so someone else could talk to me.

Ariah came to the door, "Come with me."

I set the blanket on the bed and did as I was told. Walking very hesitantly I stepped outside my cell and looked around. It was a hallway of door that looked like mine.

"How many cell blocks are in this building?" I asked suspicious.

Ariah ignored my question and started walking, "Follow me."

We walked to the end of the hallway and down two more. The rows of identical doorways seemed endless until we reached that medical smell I smelled a few days before. We passed by the automatic doors that lead to a surgical room. Similar rooms followed down this hallway. I admittedly was confused on where I was.

We approached a room that had a blue door instead of the metal doors I'd been seeing. Right next to it was one way observation glass.

Ariah turned and faced me, "We decided you needed some social interaction so we could tell if your changes in behavior were depressive or from treatment."

"Treatment? How about mutilation," I replied.

Ariah took out a set of keys and unlocked the blue door. She opened it and gestured for me to enter. I glared at her and entered.

The room reminded me of a lounge. There was tables and cozy looking chairs. A TV on the far right wall. There was one girl sitting on the couch watching the TV and two boys playing cards at a table. All three of them dressed in similar hospital gowns. They looked up as I entered.

"H-h-hi," I said.

The blonde haired boy stood from his chair and walked over to me. I shrunk back against the door. He stopped a few feet from me.

"You've got nothing to fear from us," he said. "We're in the same position as you, prisoners."

I nodded. Not sure what I was nodding at but it was at least a response.

"Chloe," I said.

"Jeremy," the blonde said then pointed to the others. "That's James and she's Rachel."

Hearing the name Rachel stung, at a facility like this was the last time I saw Rae.

"What are you?" Jeremy asks, "I don't mean to be rude by being blunt."

"Necromancer and werewolf," I replied.

Rachel stood up from the couch, "You can't be two."

I nodded, "That's why I'm here not out in the world."

Rachel obviously didn't believe me.

"Rachel's moody, don't mind her," Jeremy said. "I'm part demon."

"Part?" I asked.

Jeremy nodded, "I was a half demon but they've been taking away my powers."

"They're successful?" My heart dropped.

Jeremy nodded slowly, "Yep."