The Story of a NOT Mentally Deranged Girl

Chapter 2- A New "Home"

White, Jasmine 

6/25/2101

Jasmine was sitting in what she assumed was a car.  what kind of car, she didn't know.  All she knew was that she didn't like it.  It moved too much and the light was blinking in irregular patterns through the blindfold, which was making her sick.  She thought it might be trees or something, but she didn't dwell too long on it because of her stomach. It seemed like forever to her until the car stopped.  She was marched, from what she could tell, into a building.  She felt one of the guards fumbling with the knot that held the blindfold on her face.  it fell of and, because Jasmine was not used to the light, she blinked.  when she opened her eyes, she looked around and saw that this place was just like her old one. 

The guards walked her up to the desk and the receptionist said, "Hello, welcome to the Home for the Mentally Challenged.  What can I do for you?"

Jasmine stared at her.  Mentally challenged? I am NOT! 

one of the guards took a piece of paper from her pocket and handed it to the lady behind the desk.  "Jasmine White, Murderers Block, Expiramental."

Oh great, now i am some kind of science expirament.  The murderers block thing fits though.

 The receptionist looked at Jasmine strangely.  She almost looks scared of me.  Jasmine inwardly smiled, but allowed only a little devilish grin to show on her face.  The receptionist quickly looked at the guard who had spoken and gave her a piece of paper. 

"Cell block 632, cell b.  Read her this on the way," she said, indicating the piece of paper. 

The trio of women walked down several hallways, making random turns, or so it seemed to Jasmine.  All of a sudden, they stopped infront of a cell, and stopped. 

"This is where you will stay," the guard said, then started reading off the paper.  "you will wake up at seven, breakfast at eight, gathering from eight-thirty to eleven, lunch at twelve, gathering from one- three, dinner at five-thirty, lights out at eight.  You get all that?"

"Yes Ma'am,"  Jasmine said.  Though, she thought, I wish we had less time to sleep. 

The guard let her into the cell, Jasmine stepped in, and the door closed behind her. 

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The first thing Jasmine did was scout her room.  There was a bed, with an army like mattress, a table and a chair.  Bed frame was wood, as were the chair and table.  The mattress was just a block of foam with a plastic covering.    That was it.  Time to inspect the walls.  The walls were a plain tan, but Jasmine noticed that on either side of her, there was a little door, about six inches by six inches, with a little knob, but on closer inspection, she found that it did not have to be twisted like a regular doorknob.  She just had to pull it open, as well as stand on her toes to see in it.  When she opened it, she saw the edges of the surrounding cinderblocks, and ahead, another six inch hole, or what she thought was one, as there was a piece of wood there.

She jumped back as it opened and saw a pair of blue eyes staring back at her.

"Well how ya be doin thar miss?"  the person asked in a country accent.

"Well, a little shaken up, thanks to you.  What is this thing that we are talking through exactly?"

The boy went back to what Jasmine assumed was his regular voice.  "I have no idea.  I got here about five minutes ago, and just heard you be given the schedule.  That is a long time to sleep!"

The two then heard the schedule being given to someone else.  "I think that is the other side of yours.  I wonder when the other side of mine will be filled,"  the boy said. 

"Hey what's your name?" Jasmine asked

"Brendon.  Yours?"

"Jasmine."

"So, Jasmine, why are you here?"

"Government hates me and my talent.  You?"

"Same problem.  My hateful talent is guns.  Can shoot anything, any distance with any gun.  I can also annoy people very easily.  This nice person will dissapear shortly once you get to know me"  he said proudly

"I can do the same, minus the annoying part, with arrows, spears, whatever ancient weapon you can find or i can build.  I also have the talent of making people gracefully fall over with martial arts.  except Jujitsu, havent' learned that one yet."

The two heard the speaking doorway to Jasmine's cell open.  Jasmine crept over to it and yanked hers open.

"BOO!"

"AHHHHHH!"  The boy in the other cell yelled. Brendon and Jasmine fell over laughing.  "That wasn't very nice!" 

"No it wasn't, but it was funny!"  Jasmine answered.  She looked back through the window and saw angry brown eyes. 

"No, it wasn't, and when i see you, you are going to end up like this!"  The boy then held up a teddy bear in front of the window.  There was one problem with it though.  It's stomach was split wide open and alll the stuffing was comming out. 

Lovely image.  I so want to turn into that...  Thought Jasmine.

"What are you going to end up like Jasmine?"  Brendon asked. 

"A gutted teddy bear."

"No, I mean really, what is he gonna do to you?"

"Gut me like his bear."

"Wait a second, was this bear of his orange with a blue nose?"

"Uh... yeah?  How did you know?"

"Cause that kid is Ande Moore... we worked together a bit..... before I got arrested."

"Great, now he wants to cut me up like a loaf of bread.  Is that his 'talent' or is he just mental?"  Jasmine asked.

"A bit of both, he can handle knives really well, but takes extreme pleasure in gutting things."  Brendon answered.

"Well this upcoming gathering isn't going to be fun.  He is going to try to rip out my guts while I try to knock him out."

"It is at that!  I am gonna enjoy watching!"