What the, I feel weird.

I roll to the side.

Thump.

"Ow, what the fuck?"

Looking around I see walls and nothing but. The only other things in the room are a bed, sink, and toilet.

"No, no, no, NO!" I slam my fists into the metal door with a four-inch by two-inch window.

"This can't be happening!" I punch, kick, knee, and finally headbutt the door, nothing, not even a vibration. I close my eyes and drop, beginning to fall to my knees.

Calm down. Calm. Down. I was captured. So right now I know exactly where I am. The facility he was trying to get Ma to send me to.

FUCK!

Stay calm. He might be here. This could be my chance to kill him.

I'M TRAPPED!

No, I'm not trapped. I'm not trapped. I just have to figure a way out is all. I have time. I'll find a way to use this as an advantage. I should be fine, at least for a while. I hate to admit it but they could have killed me if they wanted to. They wouldn't go through all the trouble of capturing me alive, just to kill me.

They might experiment on me!

Experiment! Stop, It's okay. I just have to convince them I don't have a power. They might suspect I do, but they can't know for sure yet, right?

I was out cold, they might have been able to find something out about me!

I've been checked out by doctors before. They didn't notice anything so the ones here shouldn't either. I just have to keep it together and act like I don't have a power. It shouldn't be hard since it's all in my head, so even if I use it they won't be able to tell. I'm going to be alright. I'm just freaking out because I, why am I freaking out so much?

I open my eyes and my knees touch the floor.

"Mr. Gun, calm down. You're at a safe place, please try to stay calm?"

I spin around looking for the person whose voice I had just heard.

It sounded like, a speaker.

"Mr. Gun, may I call you Tom? I'm the warden of the penitentiary wing at this facility. You are located in the penitentiary currently. There's nothing to--"

"The agent told me this was a facility to help me, but now y'all finally admit it's just a prison."

"This facility is meant to help people with gifts, like you. However, not everybody with a gift is a law-abiding citizen. This is what this penitentiary wing is for. The people who otherwise, would be a danger to the others who are receiving help in this facility."

"So that's the excuse your using to lock me up?"

"Tom, do you not remember what you have done? I can list it for you if you truly believe your placement here was unjust?"

"..."

"I see you understand then. Someone who has done the things you have needs to be monitored for obvious reasons. However, if your behavior improves then there is the possibility of you joining the rest, but that also requires your cooperation."

"What kind of cooperation, exactly?"

"We would need you to explain your ability and its extent to us. This is the first step that is needed for us to begin helping you."

Of course, that's the first step. Can't keep us in line if you don't know our abilities I see. I wonder, just how many of 'us' are there. I hadn't met a single person like me whether online or in person. Not until those kids. It doesn't matter though, I just have to stick to the plan.

"Like I told the last two agents of yours, I don't have an ability. I'm not special."

"Ah, yes. I have been told about your adamant denial of any ability. Tell me then, how does an average seventeen-year-old boy manage to kill a dozen trained and armed officers?"

"I didn't... It was your agent. He did something to my Ma and he did something to me. He messed with our heads and made me... Whatever he did to my head must have been why I was able to do all those things."

"I see we're not going to advance on this subject for the time being. You will be released three times a day to eat and will shower during one of these, with good behavior this can increase and you may even be permitted to freely move in and out of your room. However, that comes with cooperation, of course, so think on it with the time you have to yourself now."

Click.

"Fucking bitch."

Getting up I make my way back over to and sit on the bed.

Cooperation my ass, if I admit I have a power they'll never let me go.

I didn't even know they could make beds this thin. They might as well give me a mat to lay on the floor with.

...It's not working, I still can't get my mind off of it. This reminds me of his basement.

The walls being so close.

I'm not strapped down to a chair but I'm still trapped.

"(Bzzzz) Detainees you are now permitted to leave your rooms. The cafeteria has been opened."

A deep mechanical sound comes from my door and It opens up slightly. I open it up the rest of the way and try to leave the room, but I quickly jump back because someone was standing right in front of the door as I opened it.

"Hey, you Tom right? I'm Layne but people call me Wayne. Word on the hall is you did some pretty bad stuff. Haha, I'm just joking, there only rumors."

"Why are you here?"

"Oh, well I've got what's classified as a catastrophic level ability so they keep me in this wing to watch over me."

"No, I mean why are you standing by my door, waiting for me?"

"Huh? She didn't tell you that I'm the tour guide. Whenever we get new arrivals I show 'em the lay of the land. It's only natural since I've been here so long, well that and I'm well behaved. Come on, you don't want to spend another day in there, do you?"

"Day?"

"Yeah, you must have put up a good fight because they tranquilized the shit out of you! Slept all yesterday like you were in a coma. I won't tell anybody, but, you kept calling out to your 'Ma'. What does that mean anyway? Mother? Grandma?"

"Just tell me where the fucking showers are!"

"Hey, hey now, I'm sorry about saying you were crying in your sleep. I'll take you there to make up for it but I'm not your personal GPS man."