Welcome To The: BUNK

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              The freezing cuffs around my wrists burned and felt like sharp prices of metal scrapping towards the fragile bone of my srm, tearing away skin but when I glanced to the silver bracelets all I saw was very ugle, anger red lines. The numbness under foot throbbed and pinched, raiding up the tiled floor, I shifted my weight from foot to foot until the guard beside me screamed at me to stand still. My breath was slightly seen in short mist like clouds as the elevator moved and shifted.  Glanced between the two guards, i noted how the one besides me gripping my upper arm still with much unneeded force.  The other guards standing in front of me the with a black suited back facing me. i noticed quickly looking over the unfiroms of black leather, padding and rough matriael clothing, the guards unfiroms where different then the guards in the bunk, their black vests and padding was darker, their belts were lined with more interesting, and fearful items i didn't want to have the experience of knowing the pain from those. 

           i manged to recnize the dark shine of a assault club, hooked to the side of the guards belt, i spotted along with that the shinny metal keys hanging from the black leather belt. maybe if i reach far enough, with out them noticing i could get the keys! energy sprang thru my limbs as the idea consumed my body/. i shifted slightly edged closer to the guard beside me, my left arm almost touching the guards slightly dropped arm beside me. Gripped the three linked chain of the cuffs in my left hand, and edged the right hand slowly over towards the shinning, challenging, gleam of the metal keys. my fingers burned with the feeling of triumph, as i edged my hand closer, until my fingers touched the first key sticking out. then something else caught my eye besides the keys, it was a white card with a scan code edged into the plastic surface, the swipe card! i moved my hand towards the less sound object as the feeling of victory overwhelmed me.

   "hey!" a guard screamed, my head snapped up in time to see a black gloved fist blurred racing towards me. A distant unhuman yell echoed around the small metal box, white, hot pain flared all over my head, fogging over the feeling of awareness, my ears ringed with a stinting sound. i drew in a itchy, tight breath, hiccuping i cracked open my eyes slightly to star at the, tear blurred, white floor. warm tears leaked from my eyes and trickled down my nose, then slipped past my cracked dry lips. i shivered, as i felt the felt both gloved arms grip both of my arms, pulling me out of the elevator. oh no, their going to kill me know! the room must be were they'll kill me! no! NO!  My breath hitched in my thought as the white hot pain, consumed the right side of my face. i started to thrash, and scream, swinging my head form side to side trying to throw the guards off balance.

    "SHUT UP!" the robotic voice of the guard boomed beside me, their grip on my arms tightened. i screamed louder, in fear of the grip on my arms snapping the thin, weak, brittle bones. i dropped down trying to pull down my low weight with me, to throw them off balance again.  i screamed, as i was ripped up roughly from the ground, and forced to put my feet down in fear of being dropped. i opened my mouth to scream again, but  the breath was stolen from me as i hutches over gasping, choking for breath. the sounds of my own gasps, and chocks filled my ears, my head began to spin vile burned my neck, and hissed vile air thru my nose. the guard slowly remorved a closed fist from my lower stumic. warm bile sprange nto cling to the back of my neck as my  hitched breath, kept it down.

  "...move...!"

  "...Step back...!"

   "...on the ground NOW!..."

   those words sneaked into my ears past the stinting, ringing, and gasps of my own slow dying breaths. i felt the burning feeling of my feet being drug over the cold flooring. the breath was knocked out of me again, as the only thinking holding me up, the guards grip on me loosened and disappeared. i fell to the cold ground in a lump of flesh, bone, tears, and the thin large shirt over me, as my only protecting to the rest of my chilled flesh.  i cringed as i a breath manged to slip thru my clentched teeth, then was quickly ripped out of me in a shuttered exhale. I repeated this method over and over again, the pain in my gut flared with each breath. The ringing in my ears faded to be replaced with the sounds of guards barking orders, and the sound of lighter footsteps, hushed voices, even  the faint whisper of.... Chatter, someone was talking. Get up Nickles... Get up, get up!.  I mentally pushed the voices to the back of my head, quirking the rant of commands. The ringing in my ears went away completely, to allow my ears to focus on the whispers and hushed conversations. As I kept my eyes closed and my arms rapped around my throbbing gut.

". . .yo t'ink she be tripp'in  O'dead. . .?!"

". . .quite. . ."

". . .no. . ."

". . .Bruce. . ."

". . .cuffs. . ."

". . .shut it. . .!"

". . .stop pushing. . .!"

"...move...!"

". . .go get Bruce. . .!"

". . new kid. . .!"

". . . Sophia. . .!"

     Those voices didn't sound like the aggressive barks, and orders of robotic controlling guards, not even the dull snap of the adults voices, not even the annoyed sigh of the doctors. No, these voices sounded young, and slightly different. I screwed my eyes shut, and tried to control my breathing, if these voice belong to who I think they do, I didn't want to show weakness, or fault. Oh, my voice and stumic burned. Every time I tried to take a deep controlled breath, it felt like I was trying to move a bunk bar with my lung in my chest. I was pulled out of my breathing techniques when I heard the voice getting louder and louder. The same words rattled around, as the volume picked up. How could these strang voice be so loud and the guards not screaming at them to, shut up?  I froze as I felt hands grip my upper arms. I lashed out, pushing as much breath as I could muster into a high pitched ear splitting scream. I will not let the guards take me again!

" easy! Easy kid!" A strong voice yelled over my screams. My voice cracked from the effect of little breath I could get into my body, past the bunk bar, and the coil. I gasped, and hunched over in the effect of my breath leaving me once again.

"Water! Get some water!" The same strong voice screamed. I pinched my eyes closed,cars I drew in a more stable shuttered breath, I was starting to regain my breath more and more.

"Here!" Another voice shouted sounding closer then the rest. I froze as I felt something cool touch my lips, I forced my eyes open, and blinked several times from the blazing white lights. What I saw left me feeling dum founded, and confused. Kids, no not kids they didn't look young at all, as my eyes are owned over the wall around me of older looking...  Kids, all dressed in different shades of  old looking clothing, just like Lopez . I saw boys and girls of older, younge ages of all sizes and shapes, of all different heights and looks. My eyes scanned the ceiling to see the glaring white lights and the black orb of the watching camera in the middle, staring down. My gaze streamed back to the two standing the closest to me, one was a tall black haired guy, the other a small short cut haired girl. Her short hair reminded me of Voss, then that throught trailed back to the bunk kids.This can't be right, their has to be a trick here, maybe their testing me to see if ready to be killed, or maybe this way a lab test!?

"Here drink this kid" the large strong , black haired guy said, kneeling down and offering a silver tube towards me. Poison, it could be poison to kill me, but why kill me like this? I turned my gaze from him and eyed the rest of them, trying to look past them for a exit of any type. 

". . .ho-how do I know that's n-not poison. . . to ki-kill me with?" I stated dryly now retaining enoug flowing  oxygen to sp ask, and breath properly for the most part. The dark haired guy, I'm assuming is Bruce, fro mall the whispered conversation tipped the silver cup like tube back wards, not yet touching his lips, and poured clear liquid into his mouth. The action causing my moth to water, from the dryness of screaming, my swollen thick tong rolling around against my teeth. The tall, large male inmate once again tried offering me the cup, his dark eyes shinned, refeclting the blazing lights above. There was something about him, something about the way he watched me.

"See, it's just water, just water not poison?"  I took it from his hand and drank the familiar liquid greedily. Whispers of quite conversation rippled thru the  surrounding crowd . Thoughts, and millions of questainable buzzed thru my head, like what I imagined bees would be like budding around in a hive  restlessly. I clenched the empty metal cup in my hands, as a possible weapon.

"I want to go back," i rushed out as if this was all some kind of realistic painful Vivid nightmare.

"And i want twenty- hundred hours of sleep. It's not happening, any time soon kid. Time to accept it" he snapped.

"Are you going to kill me?" I asked surprised my voice stayed calm and didn't stutter or crack. It sounded instead sad and dry in my own ears, and I'm sure theirs. Maybe they were going to lure my trust into their hands and crush it? Was this all a sick...strange test from Dr. Green or jane?  The dark haired boy then stud up, and shook his head.

"No" he answered firmly. Liar.