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    "Get with a partner and begin timing each other, go!" inmates scatered in diffrent directions all towards a strange machine we were ordered to run on. another class of inkates ran aorun the room, lap after lap, after lap around and around running, as there instructor barked orders as the weakest links in the running chain. Our femals instructor would every so offten walk over to the other male instrucor and whisper a exchange of words. i turned my attention back to the machine infront of me, couting the mintures my parnter ran, in my head untill the instructor barked the order to switch. there was a line of a dozen running machins lights on the front of the machin flashing every mile the inmate ran. i glanced over to the machin a few rows back to see a running Bruce, his gaze locked with mine, before the body of the marching female instructor cut my view.

"inmate 70489" she barked turning her gaze down to me. a light directly above her head, matching the same glare.

"yes?"

"go out into the hall" fear gittered thru me, causing pins and needles to stab everyinch of my skin.

"w-what why?" my head snapped to the side with a hot firey sting, white hot pain flashed in my eyes as i blinked away warm tears. i raised a hand to touch the sesentive warm skin, the older femal had struck my cheeck, the echo of the slap rang in my left ear.

"Students, don't question the authorities!" Her booming voice flooded into my other ear.

"Instructor a kid fell on the tredmill!" Looking past my hair fallen into my face I could see the teary form of Bruce standing under a light pointing over his shoulder.

"Out into the hall inmate!" A hard shove at my shoukders scent me staggering back, to catch my self on a running machine before falling. The adult before me turned, and marched off towards a crying noise. Turning my head back up I could taste the matelic tang of blood stain my teeth, I must of bite into my cheeck, to keep my self from relaxing a sly remarks that would of gotten me into more trouble. I reached down and gathered my blue bag from its fallen place on the ground, turning I moved past the machines and inmates towards the second exit of the large training room. My cheeck stung and burned as my hand pressed agasint it. I should of kept my mouth shut.

A blast of cold air hit me, as I pushed the exit door open with my arm. Chemicals tainted the cold air out in the dark hall. A light panle down the hall started to flicker and die, as I glanced around looking for a reason to why I was scent out of training. The heavy door closed behind me, ending sounds of sobbing crys of the fallen inmate. I moved my hand up to grip my bag strap, ready to use the weapon inside at any moment. The darkness began to grow closer, and closer reaching towards me like invisible hands. Like that creatures hand, a shudder passed over my spine.

"Hello?" I called for my voice to be my only answer. A small feeling of panic awake in my center, warning me ti run. I turned around ready to go back into the training room, to see of the instructor had made a mistake when a heavy set of marches echoed in the hall.

"Inmate 70489" a fake voice followed the steps in the darkness. The last light flickered in the hall revealing a dark form of a guard. The guard began to march feard in quick strides, reaching my side. The guard gradded my arm, and began to pull me down the hall agasint my protests that were ignored.

"Whats going on?" No replie. The guard turned the coner with me trying to regain ny footing, nearly tripping.

"Where are we going!" By now the guard would of scowled me by speaking out of turn by some kind of physical show of force. Nothing happened, the guard turned into a down yet another hall towards a silver double door elevator.

"Are we going to jane? Did Dr. Green call me? I ate the pill!" I stammered scared I wasn't struck by a gloved hand yet. I flinched and tried to pull my arm from the adults grip, as a glove hand rose.