Welcome To The: BUNK

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             I walked blindly as the guards hold on my biceps did budge only tightened with each marching step. My hands were bond together by a pair of silver unforgetable cuffs, digging into my sore wrists. After Dr. Green exited the curtian, the guard standing by the machine waiting a moment then drug me out as if on cue. My bag was flug over my shoulder painfully as the force connected with my spine. The officer had pulled me thru and past a maze of blurry unclear white plastic curtains, untill the familiar gleaming silver doors came into sight. Pulling a swipe card out the officer opened the silver doors with a bing and flash of a green light. The doors slide open to reveal a guard exiting, but his hand was rapped around a thin arm, my eyes trailed down the arm to a thin pale blond body. As they passed the beaten bloody thin boys head turned up and a familiar pair of dark eyes connected with mine.

"Drake!" i gasped, forgetting the guard beside me as i lurched forward to the only person i really called a friend forgetting the guards, the pain in moving my side. His right eye was swollen shut, black and swollen. His nose red and bent to a irregular angle, bleeding cuts shinned agaisnt his pale dirt smeared skin. His blond hair darkened, matted with dried and new blood. He looked inhuman, alien.

"Shut up!" the guard screamed beside me sounding far away begind a wall.

"Drake!" i screamed again, watching his head fall forward as the guard drug him along, breaking the thin eye contact. Stars and streaks of pain blurred my vision as white hot pain flamed and bloomed on the back of my head, sending vibrations thru my brain numbing. I held in a sob of unexpected pain, as i kept my eyes closed to hold in the tears. I felt my feet move as the guard pulled me back into the elevator. I blinked away warm and stares away just enough to watch Drakes torn grey, brown shirt being pulled into a blurry curtian. The silver doors slide closed, i was know staring at a smeared, reflection of my self, but it didnt look like me.
I saw a white bandage taped to my cheeck, the skin srounding my right eye above the bandage looked puffy and swollen. The pain a numbing hurt beat, the pain in the back of my head causing more distress, but i didnt shed a tear about that. Everything's changed everything so complexied, so scary. I should just give them the clubs location, why havnt they asked me for it? Where they all just messing with my mind? Drake's alive, Mickeys alive...the rest are gone? I dont believe that. That cant be true. Maggie was right, everything has changed since then. Im joining. Im joining this resistance. Its thiere fault not mine! I was only protecting my group, my friends, I'll be damned if i stop now!

"Keep still!" the guard screamed in my ear. I barley heard over how loud my inner thoughts where. I had a gun, a rusty old knife, a swipe card, and Janes protection for now. Maggie said thier was a resistance, so thier must be more kids? More older kids involved, Lo Vallo is alive, so others must be alive! Lopez said she was from the 'outside' maybe she went there was still adults not working in this bunk? I was pulled from my racing thoughts as the silver doors opened before me smacking me with a jet cold breeze. Another officer stud blocking my view of anything, then to my surprise the officer steppes in and grabbed my other bicept. How do the guards communicate with out ever speaking to each other, only yelling orders at us? Maybe... If we new how they got there orders, we could know who ran the bunks? Yes! I'll save my group...all the kids.The doors slide open again bit instead of seeing a black armored chest of a guard, i was staring into a pair of black narrowed eyes, and a blank face. Bruce stud arms at his side in the white hall, waering a red shirt like before. Why was he here? What was he doing?

"I'll take her from here, Jane's orders" he spoke voice flat and firm. How did he speek with Jane? How does he have the authority to talk to the officers!? I tripped on my own feet and would of fallen if not for Brucw infront of me, the guards had shoved me forward after they undid the cuffs from my stinging wrists. Bruce's hands gripped my pained and unpained shoulders steading me. I felt the brush of cold air as the elevator doors slide closed. I was felt leaning on Bruce in a white quite hall. I regained my footing and composure stepping back away from him.