The White Room

Chapter 9

I sat in my room, imagining all the horrors they must be showing Bethany.

It was all my fault. I should have told her. But, she would have told the people in charge, putting many other people in danger. Maybe they would have been able to go against them. Maybe that would have been the right choice of action. But, I can't find out. It's too late.

I suppose they'll put me in confinement for a long time. They had always done that when someone had done something to jeopardize their mission.

It scared me, probably because most of the mad boys were ones who had been brave enough to go against them.

One person who had been in confinement for months was my brother. I never saw him again. It was because he had escaped back to me and told me why he had disappeared. We lived on the streets and one day my brother had been taken. I lived for weeks on my own. Not knowing what had happened.

I was shocked when he came back.

The next day they put him in confinement and took me.

That's part of why I'm not scared of the white room.

As much as the others anyways.

My brother was gone. I knew what had happened to him. I wasn't scared of him dying or being tortured. Because I knew he was already gone. Soon, they realized nothing scared me, nothing gave me fear, and my past had no hold over me. They thought it was a mistake bringing me to MBK corps. My brother had been the first. I was the second. Once he died I was the first experiment. The things they did to me I can't describe. The only thing that made me not scared was that I knew it wasn't true.

But, they weren't ready to give me up. A boy without fear was of no use to them. The only thing I was scared of was the pain. But, as I grew older I began to not fear the white room and its lies. The pain was not real. It never lasted past the simulations. They knew how to force me into submission out of the white room, how to make me say the things they wanted me to say. They threatened me over and over again. So, I did what they told me to do. But, they needed a greater thing than pain. I grew null and disobeyed. I had hope, I was strong, I rebelled every day. Soon they needed other means to bring me into submission.

Soon, they began to bring in other boys. Henry became my best friend.

I saw them in the white room rather than the usual simulations. I usually enjoyed the chance to go in them because it gave me a break from this awful place. But it changed to watching them get tortured. That truly broke me. I became the elite, the top. What they have planned for me is probably something terrible.

They're planning something big.

I'm jerked back to reality as two guards grab my arms and drag me to a room.

The white room.

I've always wondered if there were multiple white rooms. It was very possible. Now my suspicions are confirmed as Bethany must be in a white room as well.

The assigner sits in a chair in this white room.

I stare at him with venom. Knowing what was really going on.

"Yes, you know it's a simulation. Couldn't really let you in my office, seeing how violent you are to guards today. Care to tell me anything about the girl?"

"Not really," I feel the urge to punch him, which I guess is exactly what he wants.

"Very well, I hope watching her in pain for the next few months will help."

I stare with a set expression. He knows when he's testing my limits. He knows I'm still fiery with hate.

"We'll see about that." I snarl back.

"Oh, yes we'll see. That's not really what I came to tell you." Obviously, that was the case, because we had already set the terms before in the other room.

"Yes, I've got a plan. We're sending you to our other facility soon."

They had another facility?

"There's no way it could be worse than here."

"Oh, it's way worse. We're meeting for the final stages of the project."

"When will that happen?"

"When we're done torturing you."

"Ok, so never, or a year at least."

"No, you would be surprised what we can do when we want to know something. Two months at the most."

"I assure you that it won't be easy."

"Well, we're making headway already."

"Is that all?" I ask sarcastically.

"Yes."

His image morphs away. I'm left wondering what they're going to show me.

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