Chapter 1 The Visit & the Escape

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It was 4 years since I first dyed my hair so to keep it that colour I had been going back every now and again to get it redone, and god did I annoy everyone until another prisoner pointed out how I would be found easier and faster.

From then on I hated him even more than I did before. He was insufferable as it is but him pointing it out was even worse.

"What!?!"
I heard a female scientist say snapping me out of my thoughts. I automatically hid behind a corner.

"An escapee realized a shop was being attacked by something before it was attacked. No-one knows what it was, or whether or not it's going to attack again. We need to get the Psychos to help us find information about these attacks. There have been 3 already."
A male voice answered.

A pair of footsteps and some murmuring started to come my way. I quickly adjusted my position so it would look like i was just heading this way.
"Oh look this is one of the crazier psychos. Nicky is her name." Well thanks for the compliment! One of the voices exclaimed.
"She doesn't look crazy like the others." The man said. He was obviously new here.

His I.D. says his name is Herbert. Steal his I.D. and his money and make a run for it. The crazier voice said. No because then they won't trust us or tell us anything. The more reasonable voice replied. "You have basically given her permission to be crazy you know that right?" After the woman said that I grinned like a maniac because I had an idea. Oh wait I am a maniac. I decided to do it so he can get in trouble.

Unfortunately the woman saw what I was doing and grabbed my arm. "Don't you dare!" she shouted at me. I broke free. Other people realized what I was planning and moved to catch me but I evaded them.

"Catch her, now!" one of them screamed at the others. Great now they'll all know. I complained to the voices. Your fault for doing it anyway. You guys told me to! One is not responsible for all. Was the reply that I'm pretty sure came from the same voice.

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Eventually they caught me as I reached the doors to exit the building.

"You see how troubling she is. If we didn't have government protection right now because of you then she would have gotten out." The woman from before said to the man that helped inspire today.

"So why did you want to talk to me?" I ask. "Oh yes about that. We need to do some tests on you." was the answer I received. "Again really." I complained.

"How old are you?" asked the man, breathing heavily from running. "17 I think." I answered. "You people experiment on children!" he exploded at the woman.

She obviously didn't know what to say except "N-not exactly." I had to stifle a laugh at that since it was exactly what they did.

"Well then what do you do during these tests?" He questioned. "I'll show you." The lady replied as she promptly left the room. I was handcuffed so I had to follow.

The room looked like any other testing room. A large white square room with a set of tables and chairs. "Ok now this is a new sort of test so can you ask the voices in your head to move a chair." The now really annoying lady told me.

"Ok." Yo voices can you maybe move one of the chairs? I asked the voices jokingly. OK. Was the only reply I got.

I watched as one of the chairs started to float in the air. I felt my jaw drop. I didn't know they could do this! I started to feel really tired so I asked them to put it down and they dropped it, making a big clang as metal hit metal.

"This is the first convincing evidence we have that the voices exist and aren't just in her head!" "What so I was lying the entire time?" I questioned.

"It still could be telepathy from a high IQ." The man who's name I don't care for said ignoring what I said. "We cant measure her IQ accurately because she fakes the tests." I half heard from the crazy scientist lady. I felt anger which was made worse by feeling hunger and exhaustion.

Attack them!Run. Escape. The anger from being ignored and ridiculed filled me up so much that I snapped. I wanted out. I twisted my arms and wiggled them out of the handcuffs then I took off running. They were too slow and didn't even have enough time to warn the guards.
I am free.

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