The Man in the White Jacket

Journal Entry 4 (9)

Whelp. It's been a long time since I'd been forced to realize that I'm not as good as I think I am. Sometimes, we get a little carried away in our lies. Brave of Jameson to come out like that and call himself out. It is time for rebellion. We're sick of this place, and I know everyone else here is too. These scientists are scared because they know they can't keep up enchained for much longer.

I tap down to breakfast. Escorted by armed guards, this time. They've upped they're security, but it shouldn't be a problem. My powers have grown since last time. Imagine, teleportation, mind control, telekinesis, and blinking objects. If they worked in harmony, imagine the power. I can't believe this is just the beginning.

As I step into the lunch room, I turn too the man with the buzzcut, "Hey", he says, "M' names Jasper. Nice to meet you". He then leans in close and whispers, "Tomorrow. Four AM".

I nod. It's obvious what he means. We've all gotten the letters from Jameson. I wonder who knew him best. Probably whoever was here longest, "Hey who was here longest?"

"Me." Jessica turns her head to me, "It was better in the beginning. Then the military cut our funding. That... didn't turn out well for us."

I learn everyone's names. Clyde is the guy with the smooth, jet black hair, who looked like a soccer player, Tim was the nine year old. Then there were a few more. I have a bad memory. Don't expect me to remember 19 names after only hearing them once.

Nothing much happened after that, in lunch. We're scared of what's going to happen after. These kids have families to return to, unlike me. Maybe I'm just a little bit glad inside?

Nah, who am I kidding, imagine what my parents would think of what I want to do when I leave this forsaken place.

And these kids can't even use their powers when they want to, hey each have trigger that you need an injection to, well, trigger. I am alone in my position.

The experiments run through as normal until one of the scientists asks me to fetch my jacket. They know, and there was proof right there. This rebellion is going to be necessary.

Ok, so that was going to be the end of the journal entry; but something terrifying just occurred. I was asleep, but I woke up at 2:30 with a similar dream. A man dressed in a white suit, face blurred, wearing a white fedora.

He looked at me. His purple eyes gazing me down, "Stop," it says, "You don't know what you're doing."

I wake up. Everything is normal, EXCEPT HE'S STANDING IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ROOM. I see a perfect tear drip from his blurred face, and stain his white suit. Then, he disappears.

I am afraid he may be right, and that I don't know what I'm getting into, But I can't stop now. I don't even know why I should stop.

I'm on the brink of doing something incredible for this planet, and I will not be bullied into submission by an apparition with no fashion sense.

I'm going to need my energy for the rebellion tomorrow, and yet i can't stop writing. I have so much to say. I'm scared of what's going to happen next. But I know that we need to delve further.

I'm anxious for tomorrow, even with immense power, a stray bullet would be enough to kill any of us.

I guess that's why we need to catch them by surprise, in the way-too-early hour of four in the morning. It's only three hours until then. I could just stay up.

Not sleeping is tempting, no worry about more nightmares, or dreams in general, and I don't have to worry about someone stabbing me in my sleep.

But sleep is needed for me to operate properly, and thus, I must consent.