Patient 777

I sat on my bed waiting for the guards to come and usher me away. I wondered if I would recognize the guard or not but I figured that they would be new. Every three months I had a different set of guards and training instructors. The buzzer went off and I stood against the wall with my arms spread out and palms to the door. The door slid open revealing my new guards. I had three guns pointed at me ready to shoot if I make a move. I knew that they only shot tranquilizers, but they kick in within ten seconds of getting shot. By twelve seconds anyone under a good three hundred pounds would be down on the ground unconscious.  

"We are your new guards," said the smallest one. I chuckled. 

"Really, I thought you were my fairy god mother," I joked. One guard stepped forward and shackled my legs together while the other two kept their guns aimed at me.  

The guard used another set of shackles that had three ends, and hand cuffed my right wrist and shackled it to my foot's shackle. He grabbed my wrist and shackled it. The shackles barely allowed me to stand up straight. I was ushered to the cafeteria and to my table. I sat on the metal bench that was bolted to the floor and put my hands flat on the table palms up. I was handcuffed to the metal rings that were bolted through the table on both sides of me. My legs were chained to the rings that were bolted to the floor. They brought me my food, which was a fruit salad with orange juice and a glass of milk.  

I ate my food while I waited for the others in my table to show up and the guards to leave. I didn't have to look up above to see guards with guns watching for any outbreak. I looked around the room to see others being escorted in and chained in their spot. The cafeteria was big, filled with at least a hundred tables. Four people could be seated at a table and I knew that the room would quickly fill.  

Ice was the first person at my table to arrive after myself. She has chocolate brown-black hair that flowed straight down her back and almost reached her butt. She has dark red lips and a light cream skin, and thick eye lashes and ice blue eyes that seemed to actually be frozen at times. She didn't look at me as she sat next to my right side. Her guards followed the same protocol as they chained her in her spot. They brought her a meal before leaving. She had scrambled eggs, turkey bacon, a glass of milk and orange juice, and whole wheat toast with strawberry jam. She took a bite of her toast as her guards left her.  

"Looks like you have extra training classes today," I said looking at her meal.  

"Yeah, well judging yours you have a weapons class," she said.  

"What gave that away," I said smiling and shaking my head. "You would've thought that after sixteen years they would've given us more options when it comes to what we eat." 

"Well, you know how it is. Same doc, same room, same meals, same protocols," she said rolling her eyes. "Different guards, different teachers well except Mrs. Bloom, different serums every year. When do you think things will actually change?" 

"Soon," I said giving her a mischievous smile before we grew silent. Spark walked over and sat in front of me. She had curly deep red hair that framed her heart shaped face. Her eyebrows and eye lashes were the same deep red, but she had bright red eyes. She had porcelain white skin with reddish freckles on her cheeks. Before her guard came back with her food Rex was escorted in.  

After his guard left we were as alone as we were going to get until Tabby would be brought in.  Rex had dark black hair and dark eyes that looked black. Inside the training room he can manipulate a person's emotions and actually speak inside someone's head. 

"Spill it," Spark said, "Ice told me that you had a plan." 

"Okay, well we have been searching for an easy way out and found none. What we need is blue prints, and I may have figured out a way to get them," Rex said.  

"Which is?" Spark said. 

"Mrs. Bloom," Rex said quietly. "How many times has she said that this was a crime? She loves us and I think she might help. We went quiet while Tabby was escorted in and she sat down. Tabby had cat yellow green eyes and dark brown hair that was tied back. Her hair was coarse and extremely thick. Her skin was a caught between black and caramel. 

"What?" Spark said with confusion. "Are you crazy, she works with them?"