Through This Cell.

Part 1

The steps echoed eerily through the cold hallway. Makishima didn't mind though. He trotted after the looming figure of his father ahead of him. His long lab coat almost whipping Makishima's face as they walked. His father stopped at a large round door, pulling an ID card out of his coat pocket to wave over the panel on the side of the door. It beeped and the shutters slid open for them to enter.

 Other people with lab coats greeted them on the other side in a much larger room, now with many access doors dotting the walls. Makishima's interest piped up for his father rarely takes him through this area. His footsteps slow down, no longing trying to keep up with his fathers. A door... on the far right of the room. It had red stripes streaked on it. His father always said to be careful around the rooms with red striped doors. Maybe he could sneak in. Have a peek at what's inside. Makishima diverted from his original path as his father kept walking and headed towards the door. As he approached he remembered he doesn't have an ID card to pass through. How was he suppose to get in? Just then the door opened and two people in shiny lab coats walk out. Seeing the window of opportunity, Makishima darts passed them and through the door as it closes behind him.

Back in a hallway. Though this seemed a lot shorter than the other ones. Makishima moves forward looking up at the black pipes that lined the ceiling. He follows them around a corner until they split off in all directions. Makishima looks down to see that he was standing in a long room. On either side there was large windows, one every metre or so. Makishima peered through them as he walked forwards. Small plain rooms was all he could see. Some were empty with the lights off, while others had still shapes and objects placed haphazardly around.

 As Makishima wandered around, out of the corner of his eye he saw something move in one of the rooms. He went closer and pressed his hands against the glass. There, at the far end was some kind of small dark shape. Makishima squinted to get a better look and he could vaguely make out a figure. A cloth was draped over them but Makishima could see the head hung down and the back arched over. They were curled up facing the wall, away from Makishima. He stared intently at them. Makishima tapped at the glass like it was a fish tank. There was no movement inside. He tapped again, a little louder trying to get their attention. The cloth shifted slightly, but did nothing more. Makishima knocked his knuckles at the window and this time the figure moved with larger motions. The cloth slid to the floor to reveal what looks like a young boy, about the same age as Makishima. The boy looks over his shoulder, gold, piercing eyes stared through black disarrayed hair. Makishima waves, a satisfied smile plastered on his face. The boy did not break his stare. Slightly annoyed by the lack of response from the boy, Makishima fogged up the glass with his breath and wrote a backwards 'hi'. The boy's eyes darted from Makishima, to the writing on the window. He slowly moved towards the glass, almost cautiously and stopped, never taking his eyes off of Makishima. Smiling again, Makishima gave another wave, content that he could see the boy's feature more clearly. His body seemed tired and worn but his eyes and facial features were clear and intense. The boy waved back weakly. Makishima joyfully fogged up the glass once more. It took a few tries but eventually he got the hand at writing backwards. 'Can you read?'. The boy nodded. 'Hi my name's Makishima. What's your's?' The boy leant forwards and breathed gently on the glass. 'I don't have a name.' He wrote. Makishima sat back for a bit, thinking what to write next. His mind wondered to the cartoon he saw this morning whilst he was eating breakfast. 'How about I call you Benji?' The boy's face changed to a slightly surprised expression. 'I like that.'