A New Life, or is it?

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Chapter 1 the Beginning of the end

137 these where the numbers Lauren knew. This was her name. 137 was her identity. She had rebelled. She had done everything possible to try to escape, yet every time she failed. Her hope had been disbanded. She was done.
Yet there was still that tiny bit of hope flickering inside of her. That stupid spark that would not go away. Because hope always leads to pain. Yet in darkness there is light. Hopelessness there is hope. In cruelty there is kindness.

137 sat in her cold, dank prison cell called home. By now she didn't even remember her old life. Very few here did. She stared at the wall covered in tally marks counting the days. Stark white against the ageing gray. Just thinking, she wanted out of here with a desire. But she would never hope to succeed.

A guard walked by his face just as blank and life less as hers. As everyone here. Showing emotion here could get you killed. Stark crisp uniform. Wearing all black. As she wore bright blue, getting spotted in a dark night was not hard.

Sometimes 137 wondered about the outside world the world she used to know. A world that remembered her, yet she did not remember it. A forgotten place. A place you dreamed of. A place you were always reaching for. But could never touch. The thought of the outside world and dare she think freedom left a hallowed place in the pit of 137's stomach.
She had to remember . She just had to. Something inside of her kept screaming remember! Yet she never could. It frustrated 137 so much that sometimes she would not eat. Some nights she would not sleep. Just trying to remember.

She was a broken soul. They all were. Crushed dreams, hopes, and instead of full of life they were full of regrets and past failures. Driven on only by the hope of the outside world.

New people filtered in, but never left and no one ever remembered their past. Driven by the hope that there was someone out there that cared for them, that missed them, that desperately wanted them back. Someone 137 could not remember. Even though her heart told her she had to.

Mush splatted on her plastic tray. Yum mashed everything again. 137 was starting to walk towards the table she usually sat at when the Warden walked in. Into the cold gray room, made solely of concrete. The tables made of hard plastic. Mummers erupted around the room. The warden had not been this close to the prisoners in a long time.

"Be quiet NOW." The warden yelled. Most people here claimed they were fearless but when it came to the warden no one made a sound, dead silence . "I need 3 people to come with me NOW. I don't care if you haven't eaten. Step up 458, 111, 137. That is all continue your breakfast.
137 marched up the cold metal stairs behind 458 a short man, around his thirties. He was normal enough; brown hair, never really got in any trouble. 111 was a little girl. Probably one of the youngest in the prison. She had short auburn hair, freckles, and green eyes. None of them were alike. 137 had curly red hair and even though her birthday was not specific she knew she was around 16 and the most rebellious in the group.

She had not done anything wrong in a long time now. True she was planning something, something big. But there was no way he had found out, had he? Or was this the end? Had the prison reached the maximum capacity and the best way was to get rid of rebels like her. Or just pull names out of a hat to decide? 137 started to run.

She ran as fast as she could, towards the courtyard. Sure it was dying green grass, one or 2 short trees surrounded by concrete but the fresh air always calmed her like nothing else. Guards chased her but they couldn't catch her, no one could. No one would ever catch her.

She ran and ran, till her eyes started watering, her heart was pumping from fear and adrenaline. People looked at her with a mix of awe, respect, and distance. 137 didn't care she needed air, fresh clean air. A guard yanked at her sleeve. 137 pulled her arm away away, making sure to kick the guard in the leg as well. Her blue sleeve was now in tatters and she was proud of it.

2 menacing guards blocked the doorway. The door to air, to real, clean air. One had spiked hair and a jagged scar across his face while the other had soft brown hair and green eyes. One was menacing and one was normal. 137 could care less, her heart was in her throat, tears stung her eyes. There was no escape. There never would be. Not even for a single breath of air, unless the Warden aloud it. Her life was controlled and monitored. She had no freedom now and she never would. No matter how hard she tried, or screamed, or spent dreamless nights without sleep. There was no escape. Not for her at least.

Yet she still ran at the guards, head on. Her brain was clouded in fog, she needed air. She knew she wouldn't make it yet she tried. The 2 guards blocked her path like a wall, standing firm like tall, unmovable trees. 137 kicked and screamed but their grip stayed firm as they dragged her to her doom. They were taking her to the warden.

The room was cold and dark like everything else in the prison. But one thing was different in this room than her cell. In there she was safe, in here any choice she made could get her killed. 137 sat at a metal table, next to the other chosen inmates. She knew she had just tried to run and should be terrified. Yet she felt excitement swelling up inside. This was new and different. She was scared; terrified actually but this was a change. And change meant something big was coming. 137 just didn't know what and she intended to find out.

458 the older man had a hard face prepared for anything, where as 111 was practically quivering in fear. A little girl left alone in a place like this, a place 137 had learned to call home. Now that little girl had to face the warden almost alone. 137 made a promise to herself she would do what she could for this girl, for 111. It was strange; helping others was never one of her goals or ideals.

The warden stood in front of them all. His cold gray eyes looking into theirs, looking into their soul, his lips pursed, hands behind his back. The perfect soldier.

"Strange enough you all are connected. In a much bigger way they you can imagine. All three of you were put in here because you stumbled across something someone fishtail want you to see. Everyone in here, is here because someone wanted them gone. Because they knew something they shouldn't know. But you three, well your story's are connected."

137 took a moment to process this, she had always assumed it was something along the lines of her doing something she did have a knack for finding trouble. The general continued speaking yet something in voiced warned them that this was the important part. The interesting part. His voice seemed to have an edge.

"Have you ever wondered why people don't question all the disappearances or why no one visits? Simple answer this is a government prison. If they want you to disappear you disappear. "

137 burst from her seat and exclaimed " I knew it! " at this 111 started giggling as the warden glared at them both.

"Is this a game to you girls? This is your lives I am talking about here! Don't make me end them." 137 countered by sayin "We all know you would if you could. You called us here for a reason and told us that for a reason . I am assuming that reason is not to make death threats?"

" You are correct it isn't to make death threats but screw this up and I will make good on my threats."
Finally 458 spoke up a slight quake in his voice " Screw what up sir?"
" I am letting you out."

Dead silence, everyone stared at the warden in shock. Waiting for someone to say the punchline. That this was just some cruel joke. Because the idea of being let out was ludicrous, crazy, hogwash, insanity. But here the man whose sole jobs was keep them in cages, was handing them the key to freedom.

137 was the first to say what was on everyone's mind as perusal. "Why and what to we have to do?"
Everyone knows there is always a catch, especially prisoners. Nothing comes for free and why did the warden pick them?

" As I was saying earlier you three are all connected. Connected to the same case. The same man put all three of you in here, he is also head of our more private organizations. He wants wants you out. But each for different reasons. 458 you used to be one of his top guys until he worried about your loyalties and in the end cut you out. 111 your dad is politician they recruited. When he stopped being playing puppet they took you and put you here so that he would cooperate. You dad is now the president. 137 you where a 15 year old girl who stuck her nose where it did it belong. Which would have been fine if not for... well you will see. I am giving you your memory's back after that your new lives.





So how was that for a first chapter and a cliffhanger? ( ;

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