For the Greater Good (*under editing*)

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Athena's POV:

Kicking the shards of glass out of my way I walked over carefully to the steel white door doing my best to hide my bubbling feelings under an emotionless mask of hatred. The bland door opened quietly and smoothly without a hint of a sound when I turned the equally white handle. However, smudges of dark red pain were left behind, marks that will be soon erased or covered with another layer of that pure, disgusting white I had grown to despise.

My trip through the corridor was uneventful for me, the scene familiar to my blank gaze. People were limping, much like I, emotionlessly and staring straight ahead. Every once in a while a gaze met with another, and maybe a hint of a connection or a feeling was there but it would pass as quickly as it would appear. The blood dripping from my cut up hands attracted a few glances here and there, but blood wasn't a common sight in this place and none out of us could care less.

It was easy to spot someone new in this place. Those stuttering, stammering, stumbling figures, eyed everything with curiosity, sometimes looking around, seemingly searching, searching for what no one had yet found. The only thing that caused a ripple of pain in my heart was the children. They would never cry loud but instead sob gently, salty tears trickling down their soft cheeks and clench their tiny little fists as if clinging to an invisible force for support. These were the only creatures that I valued in this New world, the only thing that I could associate with the Old World. And each and every single person I passed had the logo stitched neatly onto their clothing.

Each one was marked.

ROOM 103, ROOM 102, ROOM 101. I stopped right outside Room 101, so close that the tip of my nose was almost touching the door. I sighed and knocked loudly with my injured knuckles, making sure to spread the blood over the handle. Come in. The voice of this unknown entity was deep and smooth, a hint of authority and command was present in the tone. I swiftly opened the white door to find a white (of course) table, two white chairs, one of which was vacant, and strong, steel metal cuffs attached to the table.

The man sitting down was skinny and small, quite a comparison to his deep, dark voice, emitting such power, strength, and fear. His bony fingers tapped relentlessly against the marble desk in an energetic fashion yet his demeanor remained calm and collected. The man himself was dressed in an expensive black suit, most of his face shaded by his flowing black hair, which went down to his shoulders.

He had two thin lines for lips, which were dry and cracked, no matter how many times he licked them as he spoke. His skin seemed shriveled up and uncared for, however, his cheeks were quite rosy due to the healthy amount of blood in his system. Now regretting my decision of knocking loudly I gritted my teeth and sat down quietly, making sure to make as little noise. Loud sounds angered him. I've learned through experience.

I knew the procedure all to well, so without any orders I handcuffed my left wrist, followed by my right and slumped into the hard chair, ready to listen to whatever I was going to be lectured about this time.

"Took you long enough No. 376. Do you need to be escorted around again? It seems you have forgotten the way here"

He laughed heartily at his little joke. I stayed silent, my lips a thin line of loathe

"I see you have cut yourself again. This is the sixth mirror we had to replace. If this doesn't stop we won't give you one at all. You know damn well that as a Type O, you have the most precious blood I the system, and you are also our major donor. I am tired of giving out stupid notices to you, as it appears that you have ignored every single one of them. Do you have anything you want to say?" He raised his voice as he spoke, a crescendo leading to a certain disaster.

"No" came my calm and smooth reply. His fisted clenched, a thick purple vein pulsing violently in his arm. He raised his voice slightly, a sure warning that I need to be more respectful.

"Your ignorance and disrespect will lead to me taking drastic measures. If you keep abusing our equipment like this there will be certain consequences which you may or may not like, so I very strongly suggest that you clean up your act and learn how to behave towards authorities."

"'Course"

With a tight and chilling smile, he continued, making sure to look in my eye and spit the words menacingly out of his dry lips. "Moving on from this, you may have heard that a few months ago one of our donors had a similar incident such as your own, and used one of the shards to cut their veins. Over the course of 3 hours they bled to death, what a waste. We cannot allow more blood to be spilt, and I figured it's time to take matters in my own hands, and so- "

Yes, I did hear. It was the talk of the lunch hall. They had kept it secret until someone questioned the absence of six donors, Luke Bates, Robert Simonis, Max Brown, Isabell Isaacs, Ella Starr and Phillip Pound. They were all aged about 20-22, they had a whole life ahead... no they didn't. Not in this hell whole.

Apparently, they cut themselves with whichever sharp objects they could find, and let themselves bleed to death, one of the suicide notes said that this was how they were gonna die anyway. I disagree, my Dad always said "While you're alive, there's always a chance, so stay alive"

"-we have decided to take care of the situation. Since today, you shall be put into groups of 24 and you will be attending therapy classes. These will take place at 5pm so be sure to be there sharp on time, and looking presentable. Professional psychologists will be sure to take care of you, so we can ensure that no such incidents will happen in the future. Your group number will be 74, "

Here he drew out a piece of paper with all the details of my group and a long list of names. I took it gently from him and put it in my pocket, carefully folding it.

"And remember, this is all done for the greater good."

With that said he took out a magnetic key, and reached to unlocked my handcuffs. For a moment he was very close and his smell somehow angered and disgusted me, my hands trembled from the intense emotion making the chain shake and jingle. Once I was free I rubbed my sore red wrists yet still not letting a single emotion be seen in my eyes.
He smiled as I walked out of Room 101 into the empty corridors.

But his words in my head, forever echoing off the walls of my subconscious.

"For the Greater Good"