6 // Prison

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I wake up in yet another bed, but it isn't the same as the other one, neither is the room.

It's a small room with cement walls, and one light source coming from small barred window. Kind of like a jail cell...

I sit up and look down at my clothes, instead of my what use to be white mental hospital gown I have a dark blue jumper on. Jails have orange jumpers though right? Or are they blue? Shit of forgot!

My heart speeds up and I begin to think they actually put me in jail.

"Michael?" I call looking around, and when I look to my left I see him sitting on my bed beside me.

"W-where are we?" I ask, he is looking down at the ground zoned out. I can see his wounds are already healed from the demon, and it reminds me of the gash I received from it.

I bring my hand over it and winced at the pain.

Here
Michael gestures

He moves my hand away and puts his fingertips over the large cut, soon healing it.

"Thanks" I thank him,

This is all my fault
He states blaming himself

"No it's not, I'm proud of you for putting up a fight! That was-"

No, I mean Its my fault, this whole thing wouldn't have happened if I didn't used my powers on people like you said.

It grew quiet, and I put my hand on his in attempt to assure him it was alright, but he tenses up and moves it. He goes to say something, but the sound of the heavy cell door unlocking catches both of our attention.

My heart speeds up as I begin to feel terrified. A large man opens the door and a woman who looks like she's only in her 30's walks in. She's dressed in a familiar suit, kind of like the one that man was wearing when he took us from home. Maybe they're both working for the same sick joke.

Her gaze was too intimidating, so I looked down, and a little over at Michael who is observing her, and trying to find anything that tells him we can't trust her.

"Who are you looking at?" The woman asked in a surprisingly gentle tone.

"No one mam'" I answer,

"Whats your name?" She asks, and I make eye contact with her.

"Leah Brooks"

"Nice to meet you Leah, I'm Katherine, but you should call me Miss Katherine. I'm in charge around here."

She smiles warmly and sits down with Michael and I on the bed.

"Leah do you know what happened back at the hospital?" She asks not even bothering to ease into the question.

"Is that why I'm here?"

"Leah, many patients, and staff lost their lives there because of an unseen entity, and according to the security footage it all started in your room. What was it?"

Shit. We pissed it off didn't we Michael?

"It was a demon, Michael tried to fight it off but-"

"Is Michael here right now?" She interrupts. I look over to Michael who is still glaring at her, he doesn't trust her... That means something. Michael is like a dog, he can sense things, like when he knew Calum was only using me. I knew it too I just didn't want to believe it.

"No" i lie, but she catches on, her eyes squint.

"Are you positive?" She tries again.

"Positive"

She knows I'm lying, and doesn't like it. The woman got up off the bed and took out a weird gun looking thing. She casually turned on a button and aimed it straight at Michael shooting him.

Nothing but air comes out of it, at least that's what I saw. In a matter of seconds Michael is holding at his chest on the floor. I can see blue electricity rays from under his skin, and there is nothing i can do but watch with wide eyes.

"This is what happens when you lie to me, next time you wont try anything like that if you're smart enough."

Then she walks out locking the door behind her, and Michael stops hurting only breathing heavily now.

I knew something wasn't right about her.

* end of flashback *

And that was how I ended up here,

Stuck in Miss katherine's 'prison' for people like me, and Michael, she make's us do tests and uses us as lab rats. Yes we let her tell us what to do, because if we don't she punishes us, and the punishments get worse and worse each time. We're living in a hell we can't escape... or we just haven't found a way yet.

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