Danny Kyler was only 5 years old when she was sent to Belle Reve. They said she had a gift and they wanted her to use it only for them. They thought she would cooperate, but they couldn't have been more wrong. They should have known she would rebel...
I'm dragged out of my cell, and waiting outside of it is my own personal wheelchair 'I feel so special'.They push me down onto the seat, strapping my arms, my legs, and my head, like they expect me to suddenly leap out of my chair and rip someone's throat out. I might be a little crazy, but I'm not missing any important parts in my brain. Unlike the lunatics locked up in their own personal hell; all of those psychos have committed some kind of crime, but the only thing I've ever done is break one of the guards pinkies. I'm pretty sure I'm the only prisoner that's sane enough to have a normal conversation.
Anyways, the guard behind me starts pushing the wheelchair down the hall and pass some double doors, leading to a group of doctors. They push me towards the group, and once I'm in front of them, one of the doctors grabs a needle gun thingy from a tray, and I know instantly I want nothing to do with that thing. I start to struggle against my restraints enough to make one of the guards hold my head still while the stranger with the needle jabs it into my neck, and I swear that I could feel something solid shoot out of it.
Finally done with the medical stuff the guards get back to pushing me out of the room and towards a steel door. One of the guys in front of me takes out a keycard and slides it against the scanner. I hear the door unlock and the guard pushes the door open, surprisingly opening up to the outdoors. I had no idea what was going on, but from the other prisoners, also strapped down onto chairs, I knew this wouldn't be a good thing. My wheelchair gets positioned beside a pale blonde woman, who had a crazy gleam in her eye.
My attention is captured by a helicopter landing not to far ahead of us, and once it lands, a military looking guy, climbs out, and walks towards us. He motions to the guards positioned behind us to unstrap us from the chairs. Once they do just that, I rise up from my seat and roll my wrist and neck, stretching my arms as I do so. Some of the criminals, who were also released, including the blonde woman, start talking to some of the guards, but I'm not really pay attention, my eyes locked onto the soldier walking our way.
"Listen up! In your necks, from the injection you got, is a nanite explosive. It's the size of a rice grain, but it's as powerful as a hand grenade. You disobey me, you die. You try to escape, you die. You otherwise irritate me or vex me, guess what? You die."
Blondie puts her hand up saying "I'm known to be quite vexing. I'm just forewarning you.", but that only seems to annoy him.
"Lady, shut up!"
He scans his eyes over us.
" You're going somewhere very bad...to do something that'll get you killed, but until that happens...You're my problem."
A black man only a few feet away from me responds to this by saying," So, was that like a pep talk."
" Yeah. That was a pep talk."
He points over to some boxes saying,"There's your shit. Grab what you need for a fight, we're wheels up in 10."
"You might wanna work on your team motivation thing. You heard of Phil Jackson?"
"Yeah."
"He's like the gold standard, okay? Triangle, bitch. Study."
Mr. Flag looks past him and tells the rest of us to get to it. I decide to actually listen to him, and I walk over to my box with my code name "Artemis" on it. Opening it up I notice that I have a change of clothes and a knife I got taken away from me, when the people in charge, found out about it a while back, when I stole it from some of my training sessions.
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