Footsteps echo within narrow white hallways. The chains jingle. Just a little. Like a little bell that alerts the rest of a new presence in the building. These are my footsteps. And these chains are attached to the cuffs that are currently around my wrists.
Before you ask, no. I'm not a criminal. I didn't commit a crime. I never murdered anyone. I never stole anything. So that being said, you might wonder why I'm currently here, in an unfamiliar hallway of an unfamiliar building, being escorted by four or five security guards with chains around my wrists. Well...that's a good question. A good question that I don't have the answer to at the moment. But as all five of us, the guards and myself, stop in front of a steel door with the the letter "X" and the number "9" engraved into it. I get the feeling that I'll find out why I'm here soon enough. And I swallow hard as the door slides open to reveal nothing but a black and dark room.
"Go on in. They're waiting for you." One of the guards states. And it's not as though I can hesitate. They don't give me a chance to. I'm soon stumbling forward into the darkness, and the steel door slides closed once again behind me. I can see nothing at all, at first.
But then, one by one, lights from the ceiling begin to flicker on. The darkness fades to reveal a room about the size of a football-field cut in half. The walls & ceiling are white. The floors are cold & made of concrete. There is...nothing here. But that guard said something along the lines of, "They're waiting for you." So what's-
"Hello, Miss Snow." I jump a little at the sound of a voice that echoes from nowhere. It sounds like it's over an intercom, or something. "Welcome to base XIII." The voice speaks again. And as soon as it does, the handcuffs around my wrists simply fall off. The walls around me begin to rise up to reveal more little doorways of darkness. There are 10 doorways in total. And my heart stops when I see two pairs of red, robotic eyes light up within one of these doorways. The sound of machines whirring and coming to life makes a shiver run down my spine.
I'm not prepared for sequence of events that follow these next words:
"Your training begins now."
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