The One In Silver Lining

The Watchful Eye

           It was a peaceful life. One that I had thought would just be like any other. And for a while, it was. My life was amazing, and I couldn't ask for any more. I had just moved into a new house, I enrolled into a new academy, and started from a fresh clean slate. At least that's what I wanted to think. To be honest, things were shit for me. I hadn't been free of the watchful eyes of S.CORP. for years now. And now I'm being relocated for them to do some stupid test on me again. My name is Marcus Berondite, and I was falsely convicted of taking the life of General Stein Kruppe. Sighing, I left for Herrons Academy. While walking, I counted at least 16 cameras, all locked on my movements. I was reaching the front of the school, and just as I had suspected, there were "students", really just surveillance system disguised as kids. They looked too damn real, and I averted all of their intense glares. I tried to ignore them, and moved near the school doors to enter this new fresh hell.

         "Hey Marc!" someone called out to me. "It's me, Abigail! Remember? From, like, 4th grade?" I turned to a small young girl, who despite her appearances was around my age. She was always top dog back in.. Back in what again? I can't seem to put a memory to her face..but she seems so familiar. She was a small one, about five foot six or something like that. She had short, blonde hair, and a nose that was so sharp it could've pierced anyone who got too close. She had rosy cheeks, and eyes as blue as the sea. Her lips looked soft, and when she smiled my heart skipped a beat. But still, there was something about her I didn't trust. And usually, that meant something was up. She leaned in, as if expecting a reply from me. So I gave her a simple one.

        "Hey." I gave back. She frowned at that. Her lips pursed and she rolled her eyes.

        "Do you not remember me or something? We were so close, that kinda hurts man." She laughed it off, and flashed me a smile. "It looks like we're in the same homeroom this year! I can't wait to catch up with you Marc! It's been way too long." And with that, she started to room 249-A, our homeroom. I followed her, and she kept turning back and looking at me with a worried face. People in the halls were looking at me; no, they were staring at me. I held my head down and kept walking. I didn't have to return any of their gazes, because I knew they were observing me again.

       "So," breaking the silence, "How was your last school?" She knew, she had to have known. There isn't a damn face I can trust here. Not a single one. I stayed silent, and she slowed down and leaned into my ear, "Listen, just fess up Marcus. We both know why you're here. It'll be easier if you just say it was you." She was crossing her arms at that point, and I could visibly see her getting more and more upset with me. But I didn't care, there was no point in trying to live their lie.

      "I suppose you wouldn't believe me if I said otherwise, huh? You of all people wouldn't, and I know that for damn sure." I grumbled.

      She feigned a hurt look. "Aw c'mon Marc, we've been friends for years! You can trust me!" She shot me the angriest smile I've ever laid my eyes on. I still wasn't going to talk though, because not a thing I'd say would get through any of their skulls. I've tried time and time before, this wasn't going to be any different. I should just find a way out of this, escape while I can. But for some reason, I couldn't, like I was under her trance. 

     "At least could we go somewhere secluded? I don't really like all these eyes on me." That caught her attention very quickly, and she took out a small hand-held device and whispered a code into it. The halls became empty in a matter of seconds, and she took my hand and lead me to room 249-A. Her hands were very soft, but something about them gave me an unsettling feeling. They were deathly cold. There was something that was very wrong with this situation, but yet I still kept following her.

    "So, will you finally admit to killing Kruppe? We all know you did, and it's high time to tell the truth." She folded her arms and glared at me. I shrugged and tried to tell my story again. She cut me off, as expected, but I still kept going. I could see the rage building up in her, but I didn't care. No amount of guards sent to beat my ass will ever get me to lie for something I didn't do. She took out the Grancharendu Mark II, the second model of a weapon specifically used to get information out of prisoners. She flicked it on, it shone faint blue, and began humming. Little spikes were emerging from the sides, and every so often a spark of electricity would run down the 4 foot bar. There were three modes on it, the first mode was for just some basic torture. Using it to beat prisoners, it got popular with S.CORP very quickly, leading them to fund a second version of it very quickly. The second mode was for actually dishing out severe pain. More spikes were distributed across the sides, and the electricity was more rampant. The third  and final mode was used to kill. There were spikes that were 5 inches long, used to rip through skin and innards. The electricity was at maximum capacity then, and it fried the places the spikes sliced through.