The thick silence was like a gaping void, needing to be filled with distracting sounds in a wordless, black hole of a square room, the walls were puncturing black that looked like an open gate for all the thirsty demons to prey on weak innocence.

There was only a tiny amount of light flickering onto the empty, concrete floor, a light that glowed blood red, seeming to be escaping from diamond-shaped, inhuman eyes.

There were no iris to be seen but only a black vertical slit in the middle looking like the instincts of predators, the eyes had no motion in them as thin strings of brown hair descended in a wavy way downwards to the booming lost, gazing eyes.

Solitary sounds of voices floated past the heavy door in the corner of the left side, resulting in the girl darting at the door with widened eyes, pressing her scarred hands onto the floor revealing her weak figure.

Angela was squatted in an animalistic manner with veiny roots travelling down to the corner of the right eye socket, spreading across the right side of her frontal region scalp into a spiral, rigid horn stretching nine inches forwards.

Rattling chains approached Angela's gloomy room, following it with sounds of an inserting key unlocking the door, then the door gradually opened to an assault rifle pointing through the revealing hole.

"Number 287, let's not have a hassle today" A nervous, shivering voice insisted from behind the door, Angela rolled her eyes and stood up in a rapid speed to reach the opening metal door.

The man's appearance was sluggish, looked overweight in the US military officer uniform, wore a green cap over his paled face, keeping the assault rifle pointed at Angela as she investigated the long single line of teenagers from thirteen to nineteen ages unhurriedly walk down the unending white hallway, wearing white suits with different coloured bracelets forced around their trembling wrists.

Three more guards rushed over to where Angelia stood, gripping onto her arm, having a red bracelet connect around her lifting wrist before tough, fat handcuffs were snapped around both of her wrists, making it extremely hard for Angela to move when they went further adding chains around the exterior of her revealed ankles.

Whispering chatters arise from inside the groups of single lines muttering about Number 287, Angela's stunning appearance, she was the only one of the rare groups who had the beastly features grow out of their human body.

"Quite a famous one" A snickering male sprouted out beside Angela, being returned with her cold stares which penetrated through the snickering male's nervous system, silencing him immediately.

The hallway continued more onward, uncovering the sight of a massive room filled with white-suited teenagers happily eating their food like nothing was happening, ignoring the sounds of unpleasant chains scrape across the floors and tables, smacking against each other as the teenagers moved their limbs around to feed themselves.

Coloured bracelets scattered away from Angela the soon she entered the appealing room, reflecting on the silence she always only heard in her lonely, compressed room.

Most of the colours ranged to Green to Yellow, Orange to Red in a government system way, Green was safe to be around as their shadowy figures were low on the dangerous level with a low amount of power possession and destruction.

Yellow was unsafe to be around as their shadowy figures can become very destructive but are very easy to be controlled on the situation, Orange is Very unsafe to be around since if they are angered slightly, the rage will pour out of them and will be a very hard situation to keep control on.

Red was the very dangerous one out of all of them, they could develop beastly features out of their body, ranging from wings to claws to horns on a level spectrum, claws are Red Level One, Horns are Red Level Two, and Wings are Red Level Three.

But all levels can out strengthen each other if the owner of the shadowy figures is dedicated souls, or they are cracked souls.

A wandering Angelia looked around on the lunch list in front of chefs blocking the view of cooking food, her skinny, small lengthed index finger smoothly drifted through the tightened air, suggesting at the item of chicken placed on a plate.

Angelia gently sat in a white chair tucked under a white table once her chicken on a plate arrived with a fork and knife to the side, she was located in the northeast of the enormous dining hall, quietly eating away her chicken by her bare hands, feeding the rumbling stomach.

Teenagers in the dining hall looked away when Angelia started eating her dinner, respecting her privacy since she was the most hazardous and deadly teenager in the dining hall at that moment of the day.

The thing is, Angelia wasn't feared by most of the teenagers, she was an attractive, indestructible figure with beastly features emotionlessly walking around in white painted barricades, minding her own business and stayed silent, not speaking a single word.

It was the other five red teenagers, they were always under a heavily secured watch every time they entered the peaceful zone, turning it into their hunting turf as they terrorized every single labelled teenager in the dining hall, tormenting them with harsh bullying, they even attacked each other to show who is the dominant one.

None of these captured prisoners knows of the bloody civil war that is happening right outside their windows, the walls are very thick to the point emptiness was their only ally, and if a prisoner figures out the situation they will be tortured into another mindset of a different person.

Likewise, Angelia knew everything, she knew what was happening, she knew what was the days of weeks, she knows all the information of every personal info in the building she lives in.

She is a special case, she has built-in walls that can activate walkways to comfy livingrooms by pressing a single switch, she was manipulating the well-known leader of this building and the guarding soldiers.

They were a very familiar person, they were Angelia's second-oldest friends, that person was Ryan Robertson himself.

Ryan was being betrayed by Angelia for betraying Zane's held trust.

Talking about Zane, Angelia spends her spare in a secured room where it was an unknown location being filled with the televisions luminous light, lighting a sitting Angelia on a small black, fluffy chair insanely giggling to herself, blushing with a beaming pink shade.

Her eyes laid upon the television that had something being played continually, it was a very, tiny voicebox attached inside Zane's thumping chest, sending signals to the other monitors placed beside the television, showing the heart rate speed.

"Stay safe" Zane's muffled voice channelled onto the television, sounding as he was previously speaking with someone.

"My~ My~ Handsome~ Zane~ I love you~" Angelia excitedly tweeted in a beautiful singing rhythm voice.

She was a captured beast.

To Be Continued…