Peculiar (Under Editing)

~Chapter Two~

My exhaustion didn't let my eyes stay open. The van's silence didn't help anything once the doors were closed. There were no windows either.
At first, I struggled, jerking in the straps. After that was ultimately failing, I pulled forward with everything I had, but to no avail. I gave up after that. Sleep seemed like a better option. The last thing I remember was the cold, blank stare of Jay.

    Once again, a bang jolted me awake: the van doors. I gave out a few coughs, empty and full of air. When my vision cleared of sleep, my eyes rested on the prying eyes of the leader. He gave a arrogance half-smile, but said nothing. Instead, he turned, exiting the van. Once he was out, two men entered back. They released my straps, and I could finally feel the blood return to my limbs. It was the only welcoming feeling compared to everything happening around me. They grabbed me firmly by the arms, yanking me violently towards the open doors. I stumbled out, almost falling flat on my face. But I managed, keeping my balance. Once out of the van, the two guards took hold of me again, pulling my arms behind my back to a point of being uncomfortable.
    We were in a vast, open abandoned parking lot. A large, brick, factory-like building behind us. The windows were broken and stained brown. Brown grass grew through the cracks of the pale grey pavement. I didn't get a chance to look around much longer, for my head was shoved down and my eyes were trained to the ground. It's not like I could find out where we were. There are hundreds of abandoned factories around the country, and I have no idea how long I slept. We could be in Montana for all I know. But my eyes weren't allowed to leave the ground.
    He lead us down a short alley, that I could tell. The edges of my vision closed in with the red color of brick. This building must be storage or an extension. I was suddenly stopped, my vision still to the ground, but footsteps echoed in front of me. The high-pitched sound of buttons ringed in my ears. They didn't sound like normal, touchscreen phone buttons, they had an electronic ring and a echoing reverb. Curiosity curled into my brow as I crumbled it to narrow my eyes, thinking. What did they have? What do they have?
"You know, guys, I do have legs, and I can walk. It's not like I can go anywhere if I do manage to get away from you." I commented, seeing if I would incite any reaction from them.
Nothing.
What jerks, I thought to myself, bored with the situation.
A door decompression was heard, and then a mechanical slide, screeching every once and awhile, as if it was old.
I was dragged forward, as I gave up on the walking thing, and gladly put the extra burden on the guards of carrying me everywhere. I could hear them grunting and huffing with effort and annoyance. We passed over the doorway, a circular shape by the looks of the bottom. It was lined with silver, blue lights, looking like footlights from the old stage, illuminated the door with a blue hue. This trend was carried throughout the room. The floor was a grey metal, smooth with no nails or trace of something holding it together. Technology past humans, perhaps?
I couldn't tell the design of the walls, as my gaze was still kept down.
"Welcome, my friend, to your new home." Jay's voice echoed unmeasured distances down hallways nearby.
I don't really feel welcome.
"Here, you will live in isolation, with the minimum requirements for your survival."
Is that a threat? Also, why are you telling me this?
"You may be wondering why I'm telling you all this,"
How convenient.
"Well, I spent over twenty years on this place," Jay continued, "and I am feeling the need to tell someone about it!"
Braggy, are we?
"Don't speak a word, just take it all in."
As if I could see.
There was a big, appreciative sigh, as if he was admiring his work, as I'm sure he'd done a thousand times. Then, we continued. A hallway closed around my vision, blue hues on the wall, just as in the entrance, as I assumed it was. The door kinda gave it away.
I was dragged around a corner, and a couple of turns, before we stopped, my legs asleep and numb.
"Are we there yet?" I childishly asked.
No reply, as expected.
I heard keys jingle almost happily as they were inserted to a lock. A cage, I presumed. A loud noise echoed as the cage door, barred thickly, slid open.
"In there," came an order, and I was pushed forward.
My legs worked against me this time. I landed face first in the dusty metal floor, the coldness seeping to my bones. I groaned loudly, propping my elbows and pushing myself onto my back. Staring back at me was a smiling Jay and the two guards.
"This is your home," he said. "Do you like it?"
I gave him a contemptuous look.
"You'll see, in due time, how much work and effort was put into this place. You'll appreciate it then."
I'd appreciate if it was torn down.
"It's hidden well, and built mostly to hold you, you special snowflake."
Special snowflake?
"We'll discuss later. We'll find out everything then."
"I doubt it." I spoke this time.
Jay's eyes widened. I had surprised him too.
"Doubt is meaningless here," he replied.
"Then why is it written across your face?" I asked, sneering.
It was true. Below all the arrogance was a tiny flicker of doubt, a black hole among the bright light his personality seems to be. I would wait until that doubt consumes him, turns into fear, then anger. I've seen it happen, many times. It's even happened to me.
Jay quivered his lips, straightened himself, but did not reply.
Instead, he walked away, leaving me literally in the dust.
My new home.
He was right in  a crazy sort of sense. If I was to be trapped here, this would be my closest reference to a home. I would eat here, sleep here, be bored here. The only thing missing here is a pet. A goldfish would do.
I sighed.
Two beds, attached to the wall, hung with a dusty pillow and a thick, stained blanket. I glanced at the other bed; same conditions. A sink and toilet were in the back, surprisingly cleaner than I expected. It was practically a prison cell. There were no lights. The walls were the same smooth grey metal, except there were no blue hues to match it. I got up, and went to the bed. At first I just stood there, staring at the dust. It seemed so still, so content. It was just dust after all.
Sighing, I pick up the pillow and shook it, hard. The dust flew off in a frenzy, but then settled gently to the ground. I gave final brushes to the pillow before picking up the blanket and shaking that as well. Once I was sure both were clean, I layed down, staring at the ceiling.
You're pathetic, came the voice in my head. Letting them capture you.
I rolled over, as if the voice was a physical person, and I was turning away.
How did they even find you? It continued.
I closed my eyes, doing my best to push it away.
Do you even care that you could be kept here until the end?
Don't talk to me, I replied to it.
Oh, but I think we need to have a long talk.
Don't care.
You will learn, as your days here grow longer, and your mind wanders.
Maybe.
I shut the voice off, and was plunged into an eerie silence. Part of me wished the voice back for some form of company.
My eyes grew heavier, still behind on my sleep. I curled up in a ball, shutting my eyes completely.
I will get out of this. I promised myself.