War On Peace

Chapter 1

I have no name. That's what he tells me anyways. I have spent my whole life locked away in the same room with the same blank dirty white walls. There is no window, no anything. The only contact I have with anyone is the cold, cruel, evil person who feeds me once a day and tells me that I will never amount to anything.

"Eat," comes the familiar deep voice. The food dish clankes on the ground. "Dreaming again? I've told you a million times you will never amount to anything. You are a worthless piece of garbage."

I sit up, blinking my eyes. The food is spilt on the concrete floor, it was nasty looking brownish soup like food with brown chunks of something in it.

"If you don't eat, I am going to have to punish you," The big man scowls. "You've already been punished enough this week."

Still I sit here, I refuse to touch that nasty soup; it is the same thing that had been brought to me yesterday. I didn't eat it so he took me to another room, blindfolded and struck me across the back with a whip ten times for each time he told me to eat. The same thing would happen today if I refuse.

"Don't test my patience subject one-hundred," he paused. "If you eat at least half of that then you will be moved to a new room with a bed." I spit at him. Without any warning his boot collides against my jaw, and I am sent spiraling to the floor.

"Sir," a new voice comes from the door. "We do not treat them like that."

"It was being disrespectful an..."

"I don't want to hear it, I saw what happened. Maybe if you were nicer, she would do what you told her to."

"She has gave us trouble since she got here."

"As a fighter that doesn't surprise me. She put up one heck of a fight while trying to catch her." The big man storms out leaving me alone with the new man hovering over me. "No need to pretend to be passed out subject one-hundred."

I open my eyes and look up at him. "You said I was a fighter. How did I get here?"

"In time." He squats down and holds out his hand. "Please, eat. Tomorrow we are going to get you out of here." I take the food from him; it isn't the nasty soup, but bread with cheese and meat.

After the strange man in a white coat leaves, I take a bite of the sandwich, and goodness, it was delicious. I rest on the cold ground and close my eyes, and soon everything just goes black: no sound, no light, no strange people, just myself.

"Rise and shine. Time to move," A large hand grabs my arm and drags me to my feet. "Lets go," the big man drags me to the door.

"No, not with you," I claw and scratch at his arm with my free hand. "Let the other person take me." He only ignores me. It is the same man who is always there.

"Welcome to your new room," he shoves me in and slams the door behind me.

"Of course." The room has white walls, there is a small barred window. The floor has a carpet and there is a bed with a pillow but no blanket. There is also an old wooden desk and a chair opposite the bed.

"How do you like your new room subject one-hundred?" A gentle, yet firm hand rests upon my shoulder.

"Oh, um, it's empty." I turn around. "Who are you?"

"Apologies," He smiles. "I'm Doc." He is wearing the same white coat, his hair is messy, and he stands just a bit above me.

"Oh. Well I would introduce myself, but you seem to already know me. Who is the man who always feeds me?"