I wake up in a very dark room. I am cold and feel nothing around or on me to be of any warmth. It is too dark to see how big the room is or if it has anything in it. I stand in what seems to be the middle of the room for ages before my eyes adjust slightly. All of the sudden a blinding light is switched on. I fall backwards, from the shock of the bright light. All I can hear is a ringing sound. All I can see is blotches of white. I can hear voices but I cannot see. In the same minutes the bright lights were on, they turn off again. Only a single strand of golden light is left. The sound off a turning on speaker strains to let me listen. Maddelina Chester; the speaker boomed, We are pleased to inform you that you have Awoken. Welcome. You will be placed soon.
The room soon came into focus as my eyes adjusted to the little light shinning on me. I could see one-way glass on all sides of me. Every where I turned was an ugly reflection of a girl with whom I did not know. She had blue and black and purple hair cut very choppily. It came to about her upper chest, and was complete with bangs that hung in her eyes. She was wearing nothing except a very thin colorless garment that was much too big on her small malnourished body. She had shinning dark purple almost blue eyes that were bare of any makeup. She looked to be about sixteen years old.
I peered upwards and found that small black cameras were placed above every one way screen. I suddenly got a horrible feeling in my stomach. Like someone had just dropped a rock into it. I felt as though I was not the only one in this room. I ran over to one of the panels of glass. The ugly girl did the same. She banged on the glass with all of her might. She was trapped on the other side that I was trying, with all my might, to break into. I pressed my face up against the glass, trying to see if there was anyone else but the ugly girl and myself. But I still could see nothing except her. After a minute of staring at her, I got sick of looking at her ghost white face. I walked to the middle of the room, and laid down on my back, looking up at the ceiling. I tilted my head up to see where the girl had gone, and she too was laying on her back, hands at her sides, feet closed with her head up staring at me. I quickly put my head down not wanting to see her sickly face anymore.
I had just closed my eyes, it felt like, before I was violently shaken awake. My eyes shot open, and landed on the face of a man, wearing all black from head to toe, and a ski mask hastily pulled over his face. I looked around to see three more men dressed in twin outfits to his. They picked me up, causing me to thrash and flail my arms and legs around, trying to get out of their strong grips. It took all of them to carry me out of the room of mirrors.
They laid me on a cot, and buckled my wrists and ankles down with thick black restraints. The more I struggled to get free, the tighter they got around my wrists. I struggled enough to at least stop the flow to my hands and feet. I stopped trying to get out when I couldn't feel them anymore. I looked around in a panicked manner. Out of the corner of my eye I could see the ugly girl again. She too had been caught and was restrained on a table staring at me. I twisted my head around the other way, and so did she. We both saw a man or woman coming from around the corner of the room. They were dressed in all black, from head to toe, with a ski mask over their face. They carried a syringe with a needle poking out of the top the size of a chop stick. In the capsule, was a pale green liquid. They started towards me, stretching white gloves over their hands and letting them slap on the bottom.
The last thing I remember is a gag being shoved into my mouth and a blind fold being pulled over my eyes. I struggle to see light again. But after a few seconds, I feel hopeless. I relax my body and ease into a light resting stage. That is until I am violently awoken by an excruciating pain in my right arm. A pain strong enough to make me sick. A pain strong enough to knock me into a swirling pit of blackness.
"Madde it looks fine." Says Loya referring to my new feather and bird tattoo. Everyone in Admersey have the same feather bird tattoo. A small one about the size of half of one's palm. Everyone has it placed on the crook of their neck running onto their back. It is all black, still red around the edges from the needle.
