M.E.L.T.

•[One:Sunday, June 23rd, 3095]•

"Yoongi, I need to talk to you, follow me please." My father ordered me.

I sighed, standing from the bench I always sat at. My father pivoted on his heels and I followed, having to practically run to catch up.

He directed a small glance to me before speaking. "When I pass, this will all be yours to run, you know this." He stated, panning the large room we had entered.

Many people sat at desks with complex computers and headsets, doing work I hardly understood at the time. "You know what we do here at M.E.L.T., right?" He questioned me.

"Yes father. " I answered out of instinct. I knew exactly what we did here at M.E.L.T., and even though I didn't understand all of it completely, I still knew deep down that it was wrong. Even though I knew what was wrong and right at the age of fifteen, my father seemed to not know the difference despite him being sixty seven.

I sighed as he continued to walk, and I followed at his heels. I hated this place more than the horror stories I'd heard about the surface being overrun by gangs. Thoughts about where we were going flashed into my mind, 'Probably the lab rooms,' I thought. I had this place's layout practically memorized, and I had seen what they do in those labs.

We made a left into a lab room, to see a living human laying on the table, being cut open by a scientist.

I watched, pain stinging my heart as I did so. They tore several of this man's organs out, and hooked him up to a machine. A few minutes later they took him off of the machine and put several artificial organs in him. "Yoongi, we do this so that we can fight the terrible rule of the surface. We can't use bombs anymore, because if we do that will truly be the end." My father interrupted my thoughts of this innocent man.

I gave a small nod, knowing that if I disagreed it would cause issues. They stopped the machine and for a minute, the mans heart beat kept going. My eyes lit up. 'Do we have a survivor?' I wondered.

Beep beep beep

Beep beep beep

Beeeeeeeeeeeep.

"He's gone" I heard the scientist say carelessly. Tears formed in my eyes for this man I never knew. All I knew was the number on the sheet of paper taped to the end of the operation table : 458223.

This went on for hours, him taking me to every room where each specialized in something different. I felt bad for all of these people whom I knew did nothing to deserve this.

Our last stop was the cells. I walked through the long hall after my father, the heels of his boots clanked against the floor.

I heard sobbing from a cell to my right, I looked in to see a woman in rugged clothes. There was only one thing I seemed to not know about this company, and that was how these people got here.

My father stopped as he noticed I was looking into the cell. "Father." I said quietly.

"Yes, Yoongi?"

I turned my face to him slightly before asking my question "How do all these people get here?"

He furrowed his brows as if that was such a strange thing for me to ask. "Well, every Tuesday the alarms are turned on and the CT goes out for their capture. They usually bring back about ten people from the surface. " He explained to me.

I nodded, and I looked away from the woman who was going mad in her cell. Looking in another I had seen a man, probably in his forties, trying to claw his arms open with his own nails. Drool dribbled from his mouth and tears poured from his tired red eyes. All I could hear was his screams that were muffled by the glass of his cell.

I needed to do something. I hated this place unlike anything I've ever hated before. I didn't know when or how, but I needed to get out, and I needed to get as many people as I can out. Min Experimentation Laboratories of Technology was not a place any human being should suffer in.

Plus, the surface can't be that bad. Can it?