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Chapter 4: From the depths of Hell

It had been about two or three months since my brother and I were "Chosen" to be in this hellhole. We knew our numbers, our new lifestyles, our schedules... You name it, we more than likely knew what it was associated with. According to the time on the digital clock, it was lunch time, and it's always at this time that I get pissed off at people. I held Tommy up in my arms, holding his small body close to me as I walked through the lunch line. It was almost like school, however we were all given a small pill to take with our lunch everyday. I never trusted them, so I pretended to take them, and actually hid them in my uniform pockets.

I was about to put Tommy down, when I got whacked in the back of the head with a metal baton. I almost fell flat on my face, but I held Tommy and held out one of my hands, stopping my fall. "Keeping your hands to yourself, #327! And stop holding onto that brat like he's your own child," a guard yelled at me, splitting me and my brother apart. I got super pissed and bit his arm as hard as I could, breaking the skin and causing him to bleed. He screamed in pain as he held his arm, while I went over and held Tommy.

"S-S-Sissy," Tommy said, his deep green his eyes grew wide as he saw the shadow looming over us. I looked up and instinctively put him behind me, holding my arms out as a weak form of protection. "You bitch! How dare you bite your superior," he screamed at me, grabbing my shirt and lifting me off the ground. "You're not my superior, asshole," I glared at him, holding his wrist as I spat a mixture of my spit and his blood onto his face. He roared with rage, starting to beat the life out of me, before I started to fight back. I had grabbed a nearby fork, and rammed it in his eye. He roared in agony, holding his face as I stood back up, once again covered in bruises and blood. He reached for his walkie talkie, and yelled into it,"Call for reinforcements in the Cafeteria!"

By this time, everyone was looking at me with shock, envy, and fear. I stood my ground, continuing to fight him and starting to win. But it wasn't long until the other guards showed up, holding me back and slamming my body into the floor. I coughed up a little bit of blood from the impact of my body hitting the ground. I looked at Tommy, who looked scared, smiled at him and said, "Stay with her, I'll be fine..." He started to tear up, but nodded his head, walking over to the short blonde girl. I smiled at her, starting to feel my limbs be bound, "Take care of him until I get back, okay?" The girl only responded with a small nod, putting her hand on his head lightly.

I smiled at them before I blacked out, waking up in a different, but very familiar room. I looked at my wrists and ankles, knowing that they were bound by metal cuffs, I put my head down of the metal table and sighed, before I started to get scared.

"I know you're there, you dick. Just stop being a coward and show your ugly face," I called out into the room, hearing silence for only a second before I heard footsteps. I glared at him as he walked over to me, a devilish smile on his face. "So good to see you again, #327. I see you did something bad, AGAIN," he looked down at me, smiling as he held his hands to his side. "What are you going to do to my body THIS time," I asked him, with a sliver of fear in my voice, but mostly anger and annoyance.

He chuckled mischievously. "Well, my dear test subject, I'm going to experiment," he replied to my question with no hesitation, but with a psychotic look on his face. I knew all too well what he meant by that. I started to tremble and sweat from the fear of injections, scalpels, and the pain, knowing that I was going to get even more scars than before. All you could hear from that hallway was the screams of my utter agony.

One hour passed of the torture, but I was bandaged up and weak from the amount of blood I had lost. I was unconscious, but I still had a feeling of what was going on. It was always a few of us teenagers and children who would always wear bandages after they were hurt, but I never understood why. Until one day, I knew it all...