Facility 778

3363: Waters

The intercom buzzed, "All subjects report to your assigned mess hall, all subjects report to your assigned hall." The same greeting I heard in the dark mornings for the past seven years. I rolled myself awake and stared at the grimy mirror in the corner of my minuscule room, a pair of nearly orange eyes stared back at me, eyes that seemed so unfamiliar now. I placed my bare feet on the cold ground and made my way towards said mirror, I pulled my dark hair out of my face, slipped on my shoes and made my way to the mess hall.
The hall way was packed with a herd of people trying their best to get to where they needed to go, I was small and was able to make my way through in a timely manner. I placed myself in the line that stretched through the hall.
A tall woman with broad shoulders, and eyes shaded by the black cap that hid her short blonde locks, was calling out numbers and checking off a clip board. The entire hall was completely silent as she called them out, "7534, 6837, 5821," there were so many but nearly always new ones. "3363," she shouted, "Here," I said quietly. "3363!" She shouted again, "Here," i said again, louder that time. She picked me out of the line and moved from her post over to me, "What was that , number 3363?" She was in my face, my eyes averted downward, she was trying to force me to look at her, "Here," I told the floor. "What was that, number 3363?" She asked louder, she was trying to rile me up. I stared her straight in the eyes, she was close enough now to see that they were a piercing green color. "Here," I stated, she seemed to be satisfied, she moved out of my face and checked off her little box and said, "Good." She turned her back to me and started marching back to her post, "But my name is Mary Waters," I said under my breath. "What?" I had stopped her mid-march, "Why don't you speak up dear." She turned and said to me. I held my head up and said, "My name is Mary Waters."
"Repeat after me, My Number is 3363."
"My Name is Mary Waters."
I saw her lifting her hand, I knew she was going to slap me, I responded in defense. I lifted my own as hers was speeding toward my face. Her hand came to a sudden halt as mine was fully lifted, she looked shocked at me, she started shouting at the people in uniform maintaining the line. I moved my hand back slightly and hers followed. It bent back unnaturally at the wrist, twisting against the arm. I could hear the bones splintering, clearly in my ears, I don't think anyone else could.
It felt like ages before someone tackled me to the ground and broke my concentration. I knew it was another Subject, his strength was unparalleled to anything else I'd felt when being pacified. I felt the wind knocked out of me as I hit the hard cement floor. My sight and hearing were distorted but I saw and heard what I thought were people. I felt myself being lifted off the ground carried out of the hall, I felt a pinch in my arm and within ten seconds I saw only blackness.

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I woke up in the clean white room a room I had seen many times before. I was strapped to a bed with monitors tacked onto my head tracking my brain activity. I turned my head slightly to see a large mirror, but I knew better, a one way window. I just laid there in silence for maybe ten minutes before I heard a heavy door open. I couldn't lift my head, it felt almost weighted. A man in a casual suit, with a clean shaven face and icy blue eyes sat in the chair beside the bed. "You're not Dr. Montesinos," I stated condescendingly, he only looked down at me. "You know who I am Mary, and I wanted to speak with you today," he sounded like a disappointed parent, I did know who he was, but I still didn't respond.
"Mary, you need to learn to control yourself, you're becoming too much of a hazard. You need to learn to cooperate, that's the only way we'll be able to help y-"
"You're not trying to help me, if you really wanted to help me you would've let my-"
"That's enough!"
He suddenly became aggressive, his sudden change of tone changed my anger to fear. He was powerful there, he could do whatever he wanted to whomever, he was the center, the boss, the principle, and I was the problem child.
He regained his composure and said something I never wanted to hear, "Mary, you've forced me to do this but, you will be participating in tomorrow's Vying."
I didn't say a word I was in too much shock to say anything, "You need to learn to control your ability, this the best way to do so," an array of emotions came over me but more than anything else, fear. "No," I said desperately, "no please, Mr. Williams, you can't I'm not prepared for the Vying, " I felt my eyes welling up, I felt my senses becoming heightened, I could hear the beeping of my monitor in the other room and doctors discussing, I could hear the blood flowing in the man before me; the beeping was getting quicker. It was all so loud in my head; the beeping grew faster still. I felt my tears hit every hair on my face, I didn't even know what Mr. Williams said to me before he left; the beeping grew faster still and louder in my ear. Finally, I heard a crack, it was the one way window. I looked over, I saw the dripping eyes and the crack in the glass got larger. I didn't even hear the door reopen, but I did feel an agonizing pinch, and the symphony of noise ceased, but so did any feeling, any sight, and any sound.
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I'm actually doing some original work, cool right? Anyway its been a while since I posted here but I still hope anybody who reads enjoys. 'Till the next part.