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-Sarah Machado

The world before I was taken was already starting to fall apart, but who really believes anyone when they say the world is falling apart. We should have listened. We should have run. But we didn't because no one really runs when they are told to they run when they can see the danger, when its more than word of mouth. I really wish we ran.

525,949 minutes, 8,765 hours, 365 days,one year. She has kept me here for a year. 300 seconds,5 minutes. She took everything away from me in five minutes. I will never forgive her, and I will never ever forget. 

I push myself off the cot they call a bed and move towards the chair I threw my clothes on the night before. Everyone here has been given four shirts, two black long sleeved cotton shirts and two black short sleeved cotton shirts. Black because it makes it harder to see the blood. Our choice of pants on the other hand is a little more flexible, i personally go for stretchy leggings i'm not really picky on the color whatever shows up my drawer I wear. The shoes, your good old fashion combat boots. I stand while carefully dressing, i have done this enough times to avoid hitting my most recent cuts and bruises. After getting dressed I stand by the door and wait for the loud hum of the electric wires installed within the door to die. I wait two minutes after it dies to actually touch the door, because i'm no stranger to after shock.

"Boys," i say to the two guards in royal blue standing outside of my door.

I hold out my hand expecting one of them to place the daily pill we all have to take in it, but they don't and i don't question it. Instead the one with the blonde hair grabs my arm and starts pulling me forward. "Keep escorting me places and people will start talking." i say laughing. I brace myself for his tight grip to become even tighter. "Keep causing trouble and you'll be having trouble talking." the taller one with the blonde hair spits back at me. I could take them, i know i can. They are both very muscular and very much taller than me, but i know i am faster. Their muscle lessens their speed and i can tell that the one standing to the right of me has no idea how to use that gun on his hip. I can tell by the way he is standing, like its weighing him down. "I see you've been working on your comebacks" i say as he drags me down the hall. A satisfied smile starts to spread on his crooked lips, before it can fully take place i add "Work harder, Mcallen." His grip on me tightens and i can tell i've really ticked him off. The comeback was to annoy him, but the use of his last name was to make him mad and it did. Even though me and the other "soldiers" (as i like to call them) don't know what we are here for we know that these guys in the royal blue are above us and the ones in red are above them. We all have taken to calling them Jesters, because everything they do seems foolish. As much as they hate the nickname they hate it even more when we use their last name. It's sort of an unspoken rule, that last names are off limits but I have never been one for rules, especially ones as ridiculous as that. As we near a corner i realize that we are not taking the normal route to the beating room. "Where are we going," i ask. "She wants to see you," Mcallen says to me with delight "She wants to set you straight" he says that's unpleasant smile once again settling on crooked lips. "I don't know why you're smiling, setting me straight is your job. In fact it's been your only job since the incident." i pause letting my words sink in. He looks at me with surprise and furry. "Word travels fast Jester." i say to him. We stop in front of a big grey door, a door that is never open but everyone knows what goes on in the inside. As Mcallen reaches for the handle time seems to slow down, i look at his to big hand with callus on the inside and bruised knuckles from combat shakily reaching.The silence in the air thick enough to slice through. The new guy on my right tall but still struggling with the weight of his firearm at his hip. He seems like he could have been fairly attractive before this, with his set jaw and hazel eyes, brown curly hair cut low but not to low, full lips set by his brown skin. He is not ugly but he is new and has not experienced "the door" before. I can tell by the way he shifts his weight trying to figure out which stanse made him seem more important and in control that he has not met her. He wanted her to notice him and think he was doing well. Everyone here puts on their best face for her, even Mcallen with his blonde hair and crooked smile. She is important, she is the leader of this program this place, she is a monster, she is in control, she is scary, and she is the ruthless, but the worst of all is that she is powerful, which makes her dangerous. She is the reason i am here, she took everything away from me, she will pay, and I will hate her forever. I am more than dangerous, i am determined and i am smart and i will take her down. Anger brings me back to reality. Mcallen opens the door, pushes me in, and practically slams me into the chair facing the desk. The chair is the only thing in this room besides me that seems out of place. The new guy starts securing the restraints around my wrists. He is careful and takes his time, they must have told him about my little "magic trick". At least that's what the last Jester who strapped me up called it, he was not to pleased with the broken nose i gave him. I'm pretty sure they briefed the new guy on how i like to fight back. If they haven't, well more fun for me. As he is finishing up on strapping in my left leg, the door opens and he stiffins. For a moment all that was heard were heels hitting the glossy white tiled floor, they clicked right past my contraption of a chair and made their way behind the big shiny mahogany desk in front of me. The chair that sat behind it could only belong to someone important. It looked more like a throne from where i was sitting, it was a big white leather chair with specks of gold. It was beautiful. Everything in the room was beautiful, from the white floors to the white walls with trims of gold to the grand chandelier that was hanging from the ceiling. The ends of each strip of glass was gold, which made the chandelier look as if it could drip gold at any moment. Two huge golden file cabinets sit on either side of her desk pushed against the white wall, even that was beautiful but nothing was as beautiful as the women who finally sat in the chair. She nodded at the two jesters with the elegance of royalty, then she focused her breathtakingly golden eyes on me and with her beautiful full lips and her sweet steady voice she spoke, "King, today you will die and everyone will watch."