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Prologue

Your POV

I had my ear buds buried deep within my ear canals as I tried to bury the sound of the silence that surrounded me and threatened my sanity. Funny how I say sanity, considering that I've been labeled as not having any for the past few years.

I've been given the luxury of a cassette tape filled with cheery music, curtesy of one of the hulking guards that stands around my glass cell at all times. I can get just about anything I want out of the guards, considering that most of them are terrified of me. There's no telling how long I've been in my solitary cell, the days seem to run together all of the time. I don't mind being alone, in fact, I prefer it over the company of numb skulls that roam all over this tainted rock that we call earth.

There were bound to be some days that I did miss the outside. Those were the days that I got put in the straight jacket. I had an episode not too long ago actually. It ended up with two more guards with their heads bashed in, one left with a broken arm, and poor little old me, left in a straight jacket.

I saw someone come up to the front of my cell out of the corner of my eye, but I remained star-fished out on the padded floor of my cell. I glanced over at the figure once, and I don't think I've ever seen him around here before. His lips were moving, but my music was cranked up so loud that I couldn't make out squat of what he was saying.

After a few minuets of the man becoming more and more enraged at me, the glass door slid open slowly. The man and two large guards came in on either side of him. I didn't make a move to get up, or even acknowledge the fact that my cell door was standing wide open. I shut my eyes, hoping that they would go away, but low and behold, the man snatched my cassette player off of the ground beside me and ripped my earbuds out of my ears with it.

Wrong move, buddy.

My anger was silently building as I stared at the cassette player that was being squeezed tightly in his hand. I noticed that he kept adjusting his hold on the player, nervous. His tailored suit was pressed neatly and his shoes were shined to look like the nines, rich, but not too rich. I moved my eyes away from analyzing him, and met his own harsh stare.

"How may I help you today." I spoke with no interest as I started to pick at my nails, the two guards behind the rich man jumping to point their large guns at me because of my sudden movement. I didn't bat an eye at them.

"I'd like for you to be on your best behavior. Considering that you have a visitor." He spoke harshly and turned to swiftly leave the room.

Oh. I knew that man. He was what I like to call another ant in the colony. He was fairly insignificant being and figure of authority within the Raft. However, he was one of the main administrators for the visitation office. I've seen him a few times before when I first arrive here a few years back, when my friends all stopped by to ask me how I did it, and we became fairly good acquaintances when all of the big authoritative figures wanted to interrogate me.

The two guards roughly yanked me up off the floor and shoved me into a straight jacket as best they could, with me making crude comments here and there.

"oOo! At least take me out to dinner first." I spoke with sarcasm as one of the men threaded the belt in between my legs and secured it at the back.

When I was all strapped in, I bolted for the door, scaring the shit out of the two guards. I ran as fast as I could.

"BREAK CHECK!!" I yelled and stopped suddenly in front of the door that led to the visitation rooms.

The guards stumbled and they both tried to catch their breath as I waited patiently for them to open the door. Once the door was open, I was shoved in by one of the guards.

"Hey! I'm precious cargo don't you know? I'm not meant to be manhandled!" I shouted in protest as the two guards drug me to a room labeled 0069. "Ha. Nice." I spoke smugly to myself as we entered the room.

As soon as we walked in, we were met with a brunette with a neatly trimmed goatee. I smiled cheekily at him and the guards pushed me along to sit in a cold metal chair, right across from the man. Once I was settled, both of the guards stood tense on either side of the door.

"At ease, soldiers." I smirked to them.

The man sat in front of me for quite some time, just staring at me, probably trying to figure me out.

"I guess you know who I am?" His features were soft, as if he wanted to invite me into his cabin for tea or whatever people like him drink.

"Ummmmm.......wait, wait, let me guess." I spoke excitedly and tilted my head to study him. In truth, I did not know who he was.

"Does the name Tony Stark ring a bell?" He looked amused and I shook my head.

"I've never heard of a Tony Stank before.....Though I feel like I would remember, considering that your glasses stand out like a dog's balls." I lost interest and laid my face down on the cool metal of the table that laid in front of me.

"You've really never heard of me? Where are you from, kid." He sounded genuinely intrigued and I felt the table shift, he probably put his elbows on the table.

"Since you have the nerve to visit a mad woman, I assume you already know everything about me, mister." I sighed tiredly as I closed my eyes, the cold metal feeling nice against my face. It was a stark contrast to the stuffy mad hot padding that was in my cell.

"Your file says that you're from out in the middle of nowhere. It says that specifically...." He spoke skeptically, and I lifted my head up just enough to see him pull out his cellphone and type something out.

"And my file is absolutely right mister. Out where no one could find the bodies." I smiled to myself a little manically as I leaned back in my chair as far as it would go.

The man looked at me with a fleeting look of terror, and about a minute passed when his phone started to ring. He held a hand up and rushed out of the room. That left me and the guards alone in the small room.

I couldn't hear much of what was being said on the other side of the door, but when Mr Stank came back in, not only was it him, but also the main man, Rossy as I called him, cam in as well. Before I could even get out a snooty remark, the two guards were roughly manhandling me out of my chair and down the hallway. Before I knew it, what sounded like the ocean became more and more apparent. I was led to what looked like an armored helicopter. I raised a brow at the mode of transportation, there was no way they were letting me leave.

Before I could register anything else, I felt something penetrate the back of my neck, and soon I was out cold.