“We’re all getting out of here.” Jones stated when he clipped my wristband off with a pair of metal cutters he stole from the supply closet. It was a nice feeling, to finally have that thing off, to feel like the shackles that have been holding you hostage for so long have finally been taken off and you feel like you’re free. It felt like the weight of the world was taken off of your shoulders, but there was still the anxiety of it. It still wasn’t truly freedom that at that time. We were all still in the building that we were locked in for a good portion of our lives, taken prisoner and told that we were a danger to the people around us, unless we did what they said to do. To be caught without the wristband, was to be put to death, or worse. They would brainwash someone who had taken off their wristband, to be fully under their control.
I looked around at the others in the dark and empty room, all waiting for Jones to clip theirs off and walk out the door to the outside. To escape this godless place once and for all. I brush off some dust from my dusty gray uniform, I want nothing more than to be out of this severely itchy and tight uniform and be back home with my wife and kids. It’s been three years since I was seperated form them. Since the Government agents kidnappped me and put me here, for experimentation, and eventually, to deploy me to another country the big bosses want to go to war with.
One by one, everyone else let out the same sigh of relief, the feeling of being free from those wristbands. Jones grabbed out a small disc and held it up so that everyone could see it.
“This is a copy of everything that the company has been doing,” he said loudly and clearly enough for everyone to hear. There were about twenty of us in this room. Everyone else in the building, about a hundred or so of them, either were brainwashed, didn’t want to risk getting caught, or were loyal to the company from the start. “About all of us, what we’re doing here, and what their plans are for us. It’s time we take a stand, to get rid of this travesty once and for all by getting this out to the media. To every single one that we can.”
“Most people won’t even believe it.” I stated. Knowing full well what is going to happen. Most people won’t, not without proof. And even if there’s proof on there, that there’s a few videos on there that shows us using our abilities, they’ll believe it more to be faked videos. “We need enough people to demand that the Government to stop with this program, otherwise, we might as well kiss our asses ‘good-bye'”.
Most of the members of Congress voted for the program. That we are to be rounded up, trained, conditioned, and deployed to some country that most Americans can’t point to on a map to start a war with. It was passed in the dead of night, when nobody would be up or even concerned with what their State Representatives and State Senators are doing. Let alone the White House and the Pentagon. If it weren’t for someone in Congress who found out about it though, it would have still been a completely top secret CIA operation. However, a lot of them agreed to keep it going and keep it top secret within the Government.
“This disc has everything.” Jones said, patiently. “Hard proof of us and others using their abilities, the Bill that Congress passed, and everything else that the Government has withheld from public view.”
“Alright, let’s try and get it to any media outlet that’ll take it.” I still didn’t believe anyone would really take it seriously, but everyone else seemed satisifed and willing to get it out to the public.
“Henry.” Jones walked over to me and handed the disc out. “I want you to take this, to be sure that it gets out.”
“W-why me?” I took a step back.
“Because you are more powerful than the rest of us. The one who’ll be sure to get out if here alive.” He said sternly, then looked around at the room at everyone else. “Does anyone have any objections to this?”
Everyone shook their heads, all save for one.
“Slesher?” Jones said sternly as he turned towards him. “Do you object?”
“Me?” He said slyly and slowly, his arms crossed. “Oh, no. It makes no difference, so I have no objections to Ragnaros carrying it.”
“Don’t call me by that name.” I demanded of him. I always hated that name. Ever since they gave me it. As if they were naming me after Ragnarok, the Norse mythology of the end times. Slesher lingered his gaze at me with his smug grin, the very look of him makes me disgusted. I grabbed the disc and dropped it into my breast pocket. “I don’t understand you.”
“What’s not to understand?” Slesher asked, his tone and voice more sly. “I’m here, willing to help and get out of here myself. I find this place rather a bit. . . Limiting.”
“What’s you mean by ‘limiting‘?” I asked quietly and narrowed my eyes. “Don’t you get free reign to kill as much as you want while in employment with this place? Are you even human?”
“Oh come now. That hurts my feelings, for you to say something so heart wrenching. Are you even human?”
“At least I don’t brag about killing people.” I said sternly.
“Come now, those were enemy people I killed. You know, people that want to do us harm and. . .”
That’s enough!” Jones yelled. His face red with rage, then turned to me and lowered his voice so only he and I can hear. “We can argue this when we’re outside, but for now, we must get out of here before they catch that we’re out of cells. And please, try to remain calm and try not to start a fight with him. He decided to help us. Although, I really don’t trust him either, but we certainly need his help. All right?”
I just nodded my head, then gave a quick meaning glance at Slesher. We walked out the emtpy room, then ran down the hall, up the street stairs, then to the exit. It seemed like it took forever, but was only about twenty minutes. It was remarkable that we didn’t even encounter any guards on the way. Jones opened the door, a waft of chilly air and snow flew into the hallway. Alarm sounds the very second the door opened, then we all rushed out the door. Slesher though stopped, as soon as about four gaurds showed up, two on each side. They pointed and shot their anti-telekinesis guns, one went down with body flailing, as if they were having a seizure. I stopped and crouched by them, tried picking them up as another one of their teathers from their guns whistled past my head.
“No use!” Jones said as he grabbed me by the shoulder and pulled me up. “He’s gone. We must go.”
I let go of the fallen kinesis user and ran, Another fell right when we started running again, a black haired woman who couldn’t have been no older than early twenties was hit. More came running and shooting away at us. More fell, such a terrible fate to be hit by one of those. Once cuaght and hit by one of then, everything that makes you you in your brain gets shut down, and you’re basically a livijg shell of your former self. Then they would take you, and put you in a machine where thet nake you waych something that turns you over to being a mindless zombie, fully understand their control. It’s truly a worse fate than death. I have seen a few in my time here, their eyes just stare blankly at you. Cold unwavering eyes that never blink and never show any emotions, or any sign of individuality and consciousness.
The gaurds came closer and even more came, more than there ever are at one time. People fell left and right, I’ve had more close calls than a busy street intersection with no street lights or stop signs and everyone just went when they think they can get through. The fence and edge of the property was finally nearing. I used my telekinesis and ripped a hole in the fence, nobody else would have been able to do that, however. Their fence was made to withstand telekinesis powers, but not strong enough apparently. I ran through the opening I created, the noticed that Jones, not anyone else was near me. I turned around to see guards running after me and my friends and others either shot, or tackled to the ground. Jokes mouthed “go” at me with an angry face. His gaurd punched him in the head qnd knocked him unconscious. I grabbed a boulder nearby and launched it at the fence to clock their way through. Then, I ran. Ran as far as my legs could carry me.