Revolution Radio (Operation No Control)

I fought so hard.

I fought so damn hard to get out of this state I was forcefully shoved into by those freaks.

I knew I wasn’t dead, I knew I wasn’t sleeping. I was comatose.

My body, instead of something I could control without a single thought, instead felt like a supermax prison cell. No escape, no human contact, but the only difference was the inky black that was seemingly painted over my eyes. Yeah, it wasn’t that I wasn’t in a prison, because my body felt like a prison. Battery City, which I was no doubt in, was a prison. No, it was the seemingly endless darkness I was forced to stare into twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. No matter how much I tried to escape, it didn’t work. I tried to open my eyes. I tried to move something. But all of it did absolutely nothing. Nothing at all.

But boy my determination was there.

Although, like a prison, all this time and silence gave me opportunities to think about things. Think about my life, think about new ways of potential escape, think about what happened before.

But all that had been on my mind as of late was that little girl.

I knew she was nothing special, just another Better Living Industries slave, but the way she came up to me with not a sprinkle of fear in her bright brown eyes while the other kids cowered, even the teacher as well, and when she was done she hopped away, even though she wasn't saying anything her walk screamed, “Fuck y’all.” to everybody except for me and Party Poison. It was like that one song… oh… how did it go?

Ah nevermind.

Since there was nothing really else to think about at the moment (it’s all been thought about before), I thought about if she got in trouble for doing such a thing that day. Oh definitely. Probably a suspension, expulsion… maybe not an expulsion. She was a little young to be kicked out of school. And as far as I know there weren’t too many schools in Battery City to begin with.

And suddenly, I was jerked out of my weird thoughts at the feeling of something. Something touching something, that was apparently mine because I could feel it. But it sure didn’t feel like it. I couldn’t move anything, and I couldn’t feel my legs or my arms. If that makes sense. You know how your arms and legs are there because even when your eyes are closed you still know that you have them. It’s a weird thing to explain fully in words, because yeah, it’s one of those feelings human language won’t allow.

But I sure as Hell could feel something touching my arm or whatever. It was like a fly landing on my forearm, you just want to twitch and get it off-

And I did.

It came as a surprise to me, and whatever that was touching my arm as well, as it seemed to flinch away in apparent surprise as I did so. Or something. Being surrounded with complete darkness doesn’t tell you much, you know.

I did it again as the touch was put back on my arm, again flinching away. Suddenly, I got excited. Does this mean I’m waking up? Will I be able to see again? No more darkness? Even though I wasn’t controlling it, I could feel something working and curling upwards ever so slightly. I recognized it as a smile, even though I couldn’t see it again I could feel it. In more ways than one.

And then, I could feel something that felt like fingers wrapping around another body part. Agin, part of my arm or something, so I was guessing it was grasping a hand. This person’s touch was a lot rougher than the softer touch of earlier, what I mean by that is the person’s hand felt toughened and the skin felt hard. And I could swear I felt something brushing against my hand that was not indeed any part of the other’s or mine at all… something microscopic? Perhaps?

Suddenly, a thought burst into my mind as I remembered what it was.

SAND!

And my eyes flew open.

My senses rushed back to me as they did all that time ago as my eyes focused in on two figures standing in front of me, one a little bit taller than the other. Both of them I did not recognize in the slightest, and even when my eyes focused and adjusted to the light that was being poured into it I couldn’t discern who they were. Probably because the guy had long brown hair draped over his eyes and covering up his general facial features, and the woman I just didn’t recognize at all. The man had been holding my hand, which I did think was kind of weird. But I didn't object.

But what really punched me in the face was the sheer sweetness that had been seemingly sprayed onto my tongue. It was like dumping tons of the most sickly sweet sugar known to mankind into my mouth. It was kind of disgusting, really. Scratch that, it was disgusting. My eyes went cross eyed as I stared at my mouth, or really wherever it was in my line of sight as my tongue lolled out of my open jaw, sputtering slightly as I tried to get the damn taste out of my poor mouth.

“Oh, don’t worry about that.” The woman spoke, and I flinched slightly. Her voice was like the weird taste on my tongue. Sickly sweet and awful to hear/taste/whatever. “It just means it’s working.” She said, smiling sweetly to me. I only narrowed my eyes at her and sneered, being unable to move much else in my body. Which was almost worrying to me.

“W-Where’s Jet?” I asked, my voice hoarse and croaky with disuse as I thought about the other Killjoy. “W-W-Where’s K-Kobra?” I said, eyes flitting upwards to the man, who had seemingly winced at my words. The woman just laughed at me and shook her head.

“You mean Michael and Raymond?” Those words pierced my ears like pins, and I let an audible hiss at them. I shook my head, even seeing the man glaring at the woman through his thick curtain of brown hair. “They haven’t awoken yet. And your silly little rebel names will not be used here. Get used to it.” She definitely was a bitch I’d love to sock right here, right now. If I could move, of course.

It was then that the man brushed his hair out of his eyes, exposing more of his face to me. Whether it was intentional or not, I wasn’t too sure, but as I let out a gasp of recognition he caught on to it and quickly covered his face back up. How the hell did I not recognize him?! It was goddamn Party Poison!

“Hey P-P-Poison.” I said with a sly smile, my voice clearing up a little bit as I enjoyed the sight of seeing the woman glare at me and Party Poison joining in with the look, except with more of a surprised glance. “Nice b-brown hair y-you have there.” Poison let out a laugh at my words, and although it was hoarse and definitely showed signs of disuse I still found it… cute? Huh?

I discarded those thoughts as they entered my mind.

“They won’t let me dye it.” Poison said, and I found myself giggling only slightly as I still could hear his faint New Jersey accent from Before. The woman just sat there, glaring with pure hatred at Party Poison as he ran his fingers through his long brown locks, smirk on his face as his hazel eyes sparkled with amusement. “Or at least get it cut. I think they might do that anyways, however.” Poison spoke like the woman wasn’t there, right next to him. Which I did admire.

“Nah m-man, you look g-good with long h-hair.” There was always some gayness in our group of misfits, I think it came from working and spending so much time close to each other that it really blurred the line between complimenting someone and flirting with them. But one thing I did notice with a couple other smaller groups of rebels and hell, even bands from Before was that the working closely and spending so much time together usually ends up in some kind of love. Whether it be as best friend-like as it could possibly be, or maybe a bit more, there usually was a bit of love forming between some of the members. Just a thing I found interesting, and kind of relevant to our group. Could spending so much time together really end up in love? If so, who would it be? I was intrigued.

But I had noticed I had been staring at Poison with a smile on my face, which did make me blush wildly and look away. Poison just laughed and brushed it off as me just spacing out. Which I kinda was, I went off on that one tangent about love right in the middle of thinking right there.

“Thanks Ghoul. You look good with really any hair. Although if I’m being honest here, probably not so much with dreadlocks or a ponytail. God forbid you have a mustache.” Poison said, reaching down and flicking some of my long black hair. I giggled once again and playfully slapped his hand away from me, blushing even more now. I tried to cover it up with my hands and my hair, but Poison just laughed at my actions. “You should blush more, Ghoulie. You look cute. Actually, I take this as a challenge.” I just blushed more as Poison smiled mischievously.

“Alright Gerard, that’s enough.” I felt my blush go down at that name, to which I visibly shook as it entered my ears in the sickly sweet voice of the woman. Party Poison didn’t answer, like he just ignored the woman. It was clear he wasn’t used to being called by his real name. We didn’t use those, just our Killjoy names, so I knew I would probably not notice if someone called me by ‘Frank’.

“Gerard?” Still no answer. Poison was still smiling, and I smiled back, until the woman rolled her eyes and said, “Poison!”

Poison’s head whirled around to face the woman’s, with a raised eyebrow and an expression that clearly said what he was indeed about to say. “Yes?” He asked in a questioning tone.

“Go back to your room. And your name is Gerard.” The woman hissed, Poison rolling his eyes and giving me a sly wink, before exiting the room.

“How did you live for seven years with him?” The woman asked, scowling slightly ad her words came out harsh and sharp. I shrugged.

“Because I’m not a superficial bitch who gets annoyed at literally everything. And because I love him.” I said with a sly smile. The woman seemed to get really annoyed at me, which only proved my point further. I decided to mess with her more, as it was clear she didn’t like Poison and I’s flirting. “Goddamn, if I was in a room alone with him I wouldn’t care if there were security cameras.” I said, verbally pointing out the many security cameras watching every inch of me for any moves. “I’d treat him like my big toe and bang him on every piece of furniture I can.” I hoped she got it, and it seemed like she did, as her face screwed up in apparent disdain at what I said.

“Would you?” Was all she said, and I eagerly nodded.

“Oh hell yes.” And that’s when I decided to go a little farther. “Feel his hands running up and down my naked body, see his head thrown back with eyes shut in blissful paradise and beads of glistening sweat pouring off of his forehead as I thrust deeper- Oh Poison!” I moaned loudly, eyes almost rolling back in my head as my fingers gripped the sheets of the bed with white knuckles. I could hear laughter from Party Poison outside of the door, which made me smile a little bit.

“Babe, we all know would be me who would be the top!” Poison shot back, earning a giggle from me.

“We’ll see about that, sugar!” I responded, earning me a muffled laugh from Poison before it all faded away.

The woman was utterly disgusted, her tiny little face bunching up in abhorrence. I let out a dark chuckle at her, finding it oddly funny.

“Get used to it honey. You guys brought us here. Might as well get into the habit of making that face.” I shot at her, making her grimace at me and recoil a little bit away. “One day it’ll come in handy, because one day you’ll find me fucking him - or vice versa, I wouldn’t mind - into the mattress and that face right there will turn us both off.” I said with a sly smirk, the woman hanging her head slightly in utter defeat.

“My name is Adrian Roosevelt but please, call me Ms. Roosevelt. I’m the one supervising you in your stay in Battery City.” My previously mischievous and evil expression turned into one of disgust, mirroring the likes of ‘Ms. Roosevelt’s. As she turned her head to look back at me, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Why so disgusted? You are finally off of the desert, where no humans belong. You are in an air conditioned environment with welcoming staff and citizens at hand, eternally happy in literal paradise.”

“Exactly.” I responded, my disgusted facial expression growing more into an angry one. “Woman, listen up. There is one big thing about the Zones, one thing that makes me heavily prefer the scorching desert over Battery City. And that thing is free-”

I was rudely interrupted by the door flinging open and a way-too-happy man dressed in a lab coat branded with the BLI happy face logo on the pockets and equally bright white pants came running in, a huge smile stretching from ear to ear as he brushed his short dark brown bangs out of his glittering - although, if I was being honest, pretty bland - blue eyes. He looked way too excited and overly happy, which did make me sick to my stomach. I stared at him with a questioning glare as he stopped by Ms. Roosevelt and excitedly whispered something to her. Ms. Roosevelt raised her eyebrows and whispered something back, the man happily bouncing his legs, and if his smile could get any bigger it definitely did then.

The man whispered something back, before he turned to me. “Hello Frank!” He said, holding his arms out to his sides and looking at me as if he expected for me to say hello back. Which I didn’t. I stayed completely silent, with a raised eyebrow and a questioning expression on my face. And it was then I realized, I didn’t like being called Frank. Sounded a bit too… strange for a person like me. Fun Ghoul sounded much better. But I couldn’t really object, could I?

Looking a little disheartened and confused at my silence, his smile fell ever so slightly, but as soon as he shook his head his million watt smile was back on his face. “I am Dr. Norris. Welcome to Battery City!” He said, throwing his hands up in the air. I still kept my silence and glared at him with dislike now trickling into my hard stare. Looking even more discouraged now, he cleared his throat and ran a hand through his hair before clapping his hands. “I’m your personal doctor and personal assistant. I, along with the wonderful Ms. Roosevelt here,” Dr. Norris gestured over to Ms. Roosevelt, who put a hand over her heart and comically blushed. “Will help get you integrated into the wonderful community here in paradise. You will learn how to work and be eternally happy, away from the treacherous climate and land of the Godforsaken Zones.” I actually made a noise at that, which was a low, deep, angry growl. Surprised, Dr. Norris stepped back a little bit, before putting on yet another happy expression, completely ignoring my noise of disapproval. “Now, let’s get started. First, you’re going to need to know how to walk. Believe it or not, a year and a half in a coma does quite a lot of damage to your muscles!” Dr. Norris let out a laugh at his own words, obviously expecting me to do the same, but as soon as he said those words my face fell into a shocked expression.

“A year… and a half?” I whispered, staring right at Dr. Norris. Slightly confused as to what I was kind of freaking out over, he nodded slowly.

“A fucking year?!” I yelled, making both Dr. Norris and Ms. Roosevelt step back slightly, before nodding simultaneously.

“Please don’t use such vulgar language here.” Dr. Norris said, placing a hand over his heart as he stepped back even more, almost cowering under my firey gaze as I let out a growl.

“Shit, I am so fucking sorry. I’ll never fucking do it again. Fuck fuck shit shit cunt bitch fuck.” I said, those words easily escaping my mouth in a sassy tone. Hey, seven years around both Kobra Kid and Party Poison really does a number on you in sass. It really proves that things do run in the family.

Ms. Roosevelt shook her head, whispering something about ‘wild savages’, me still staring right into Dr. Norris’s scared blue eyes.

“Yes, a year.” And it was then that Dr. Norris’s happy expression came over his face once more, like nothing ever happened. “But by a miracle of technology, we managed to keep you from dying, because we realized how good of citizens you could be!” He said, waving his hands around once more. I let out another growl, this time more mixed with a hiss. “But, still, as I said before, you need to learn how to walk correctly again.” He said, rushing over to my side and dropping down to my level. “So, can you move your legs?” He asked, eyes flitting over to the lumps that were formed in the bedsheets by my legs. I shrugged, willing my left leg to move, and to my surprise, it did. It moved up and down, with some difficulty of course. Dr. Norris seemed overjoyed at this discovery.

“Great!” He exclaimed, waving his hands about a little more. It was starting to get on my nerves. “How about the other one?” He excitedly asked, eyes boring into my right foot. With a little push, and some determination to make my damn body work, it got working alright. My legs felt stiff and disused, which they indeed were, and it did hurt a little bit to move them around.

“Excellent!” Dr. Norris said, looking at me with a wide smile and glittering blue eyes that seemed to be, now that I look at it, almost glazed over. Like in death. Huh. Weird. Maybe a side effect of the drugs being put into him everyday. “You ready to get up and go?” He asked, and I decided to fuck it, I nodded. But not eagerly. Not at all. He clapped his hands with pure joy as he stood up. “Alright, do as you would normally when you get out of bed. Or wherever you guys sleep at night.” In a body bag. But I wasn’t about to tell him that.

So I, for once, did as I was asked and went to do so, finding my hips less pliable than my legs. With a grunt and some extra force on my hips and ass, and Hell my arms, I lifted myself up and swung my legs over the side of the bed so they dangled there for the moment, and I was sitting up in my bed with the overjoyed Dr. Norris clapping especially excitedly before me. “Very good!” He exclaimed, holding out his arms as he spoke next. “Can you walk?” He asked, and I shrugged before sliding mostly off of the bed, the tips of my toes touching the cold linoleum and almost flinching as the seemingly freezing material of the floor met with the skin of my feet. I gulped as I slid the rest of the way down onto the floor.

For a moment there I was standing fine, no worry in sight, and that was all smashed to pieces when I felt myself crashing into Dr. Norris with both of us exclaiming an ‘Oof!’, Ms. Roosevelt letting out a shriek of surprise before coming over to hoist me upwards and back onto my feet.

“Frank!” She said in a disapproving tone, looking down at me as I growled at her, wanting to get out of her grip. I looked over at Dr. Norris, who was getting up and brushing himself off.

“Don’t worry, Adrian dear. Raymond did the same thing. And he’s 6’1!” He said with a laugh, me smiling evilly. Of course Jet Star knocked into that guy. Although, he probably did it on purpose, knowing him. “Luckily this guy is short.” My smile fell. “Didn’t cause too much damage.” Oh, I would if I could.

“Let’s try this again.” He said, a little more careful this time. I raised my eyebrow as I focused on my balance as much as humanly possible, my locked up limbs creaking and groaning painfully under my tanned skin. With a twist, I broke free of Ms. Roosevelt’s grip and held myself up to my surprise. I felt old habits of standing coming back, and I realized this was pretty darn easy and I could totally work on this.

I forced myself to take a step, reaching for the bed for some support. My ahnds gripped the edge of the bed harshly as I successfully took a step in the right direction. And old song I didn’t remember half of the words to popped into my head at that, something that went like “One foot in front of the other... “ or whatever. I couldn’t really give a shit in that moment.

But suddenly, I heard a hiss of disappointment as I felt my arm being grabbed and held upward, and my head whirled around to see Ms. Roosevelt looking with disgust at my totally inked arms. “Is there any way to get this stuff out?” She asked, eyes boring into the swirls and intricate designs of my tattoos. Stuff of rebels. Although Poison didn’t have any.

I just shook my head, pulling up my shirt to show off the ones on my stomach/ribs, and pointing to the ones on my neck and gesturing to the ones on my other arm with a mischievous smile as her face fell even more with each point/gesture. “Nope.” It was sort of a lie, but I doubted they had the technology for it anyways.

With a groan she dropped my arm and spun her heels towards the door. “You guys work on the whole walking thing. I gotta go work on some paperwork for Frank here. Bye!” With a wave and a smile she was gone, disappearing out of the door I assumed to be the exit where Poison also went out of. I cocked my eyebrow before looking back at Dr. Norris, who didn’t share the same expression but had something similar.

“Yeah, we’re going to need to cover those. The citizens aren’t used to something like… that.” He pointed to the scorpion tattoo on the side of my neck, and I only smiled wider.

“I’ve got a lot more.” Was all I said, looking right at the doctor with a glint of mischief and rebellion in my eyes that had always been there since the day marking the beginning of our seven year long reign of mutiny and revolt.

He just sighed and gave me a look. “I know. I heard from one of the staff you had chest tattoos as well.” I nodded. “Michael had some as well, Raymond had one, Gerard had none?” He kind of asked, cocking his head at me. I nodded once more.

“He hates needles.” Was all I said, and Dr. Norris sighed and shook his head.

“Well, anyways, we need to get you out of this blasted room.” He had little from his happiness earlier, and I thought that was indeed very strange. Maybe it was Ms. Roosevelt’s departure. Or maybe it was caused by me? If so, perfect. I did what I wanted to do. Disobey and disrespect. “You thinking you can walk fine?” With enough determination and strength sure. I nodded in response, brushing my still raven hair out of my eyes. At that action he grumbled something before saying, “Perfect. And while we’re at it, I think your hair deserves and good wash and a cut. Way too long and greasy.” I narrowed my eyes at him and scowled. Too long for the bull standards of the Better Living Industries. He stared back at me with a defiant gleam in his deep blue eyes that almost made me question if he was really a doctor or not. I mean, I would not be surprised if he wasn’t, this was the BLI after all, they’re terrifying and the con-men they use on the people can trick even the smartest of their citizens. Even rebels fall victim to these guys. But not as easily.

But nothing was giving me the even slightest of red flags, so I decided to just keep on my toes and be alert if any do pop up.

“You need some support?” Dr. Norris asked, holding out his arm towards me. I shrugged, using the bed beside me instead. For now. I didn't want to have to touch anything on that guy, he sounded so squeaky clean and looked the part too, giving me bad feelings and very bad vibes.

We slowly made it out of the aisle, me reluctantly having to hold onto Dr. Norris as the end of the bed granted me no support further onwards. But I made sure to dig my long nails into his coat and into his skin, making sure it hurt like a bitch and blaming it on me being paranoid. Pretty sure he bought it. He said I would have to go into physical therapy at some point, as I had been out for much longer than the other rebels because of some ‘complications’. Yeah, nice way to put “waking up much earlier than expected and then having been forced into another coma”. But it was only for a couple more weeks, so I couldn’t be too mad.

We got to the door eventually, me peeking out of the doorframe, hanging onto the doctor with a vice grip. I could tell he was getting hurt by my nails, which were indeed ragged and obviously cut hastily by the staff. I smiled widely at that.

He led me through the hall, me glancing around wildly for any sign of my comrades, him just looking around for the correct place to enter into. He was leading me somewhere, and that somewhere was down the hall it seemed. Towards the elevators. As my eyes drifted in and out of other rooms, I could see other patients that were clearly not rebels themselves. They had broken bones, check-ups, illnesses and other things you’d see in a hospital. All topped off with storerooms of no doubt medicine, containing the terrible drugs that made happiness for you as everyone in here had at least a small smirk on their faces. And made you a mindless sheep, a drone perhaps, of the overlords ruling whatever they could get their slimy hands on. I grimaced at this thought, eyes narrowing hatefully at the doors leading to the storerooms as we both walked at a slow pace down the long corridor.

My muscles seemed to ache profusely now that I was up and moving, which was understandable, I was up not even thirty minutes after I had awoken. Which was odd. But I just chocked it up to the BLI’s advanced technology and the fact I hadn’t been on their drugs. Thank God. If it meant a little pain here I would continue to stay off that hellish stuff.

We entered the elevator, me freezing for a moment before I carefully entered the elevator with Dr. Norris, and with a ding of the button being pressed we started our descent down.

I watched the numbers go down.

13.

12.

11.

10.

9.

The cheerful music ringing through the speakers inside the elevator actually made me irritated instead of happy like it should. If my grip could’ve tightened even more on the doctor, it definitely would have then.

8.

7.

6.

5.

“You’re going to see a live broadcast of the Chief!” Dr. Norris exclaimed as we passed the next floor, floor four. “She’s such a wonderful person!” Oh the things you don’t know.

I just grunted in response as we passed floor three.

2.

1.

Ground level. A robotic voice spoke, startling me only a little bit as the doors opened up to a blinding white that made me screw my eyes shut until the initial pain of the sudden flare calmed down so I could actually open my eyes and see.

As soon as I could, Dr. Norris led me out of the elevator and into a huge lobby-looking place with citizens milling around the place. All with smiles upon their faces. So, as a little act of rebellion, I put on a little scowl on my face and gave my eye the famed ‘evil eye’ look. As I did, I was getting stares and weirded-out looks from people as it seemed the lobby went quiet, Hell, even the staff were in on it as well. I could see kids stopping their playing and staring in wonder at my inked arms, I could see their parents running over to cover up their eyes but to no avail. They climbed and whined at their parents to get closer. Take a look. See firsthand what the Zones do to a person. My permanent tan from the scorching hot sun had faded a lot by now, but it still stood out amongst the masses of pale skinned people and occasionally darker skinned beings, is another thing that brought attention to myself. My long black as well, as I was a guy with this haircut.

But what really caught my attention, was the sun shining through the gigantic windows of the lobby to the hospital (it was basically a wall made out of glass) and only the pure white tiles of the enormous lobby. Putting my feet into a position where it was hard to budge me, I stopped and stared near the sun, as even though it was partly covered by a stray cloud it’s always common sense to not stare directly at the sun, Dr. Norris letting out a grunt of surprise at my action.

I detached one of my hands from the doctor, only to raise my arm and hold out my hand, palm down, towards the very thing that had been over my back, watching me, and kissed this skin for years. Against the sun we’re the enemy. Party Poison’s words rang throughout my mind, having been said a million times over in the seven years we lived in the treacherous desert.

As I gave my almost salute to the sun, I could see people turning their heads and looking up at the same thing I was. I let out a low laugh, letting my arm fall to my side once more.

“Against the sun we’re the enemy.” I said, and I said loud. I could hear people gasp, even Dr. Norris did and whirl their heads to look at me once more. Dr. Norris let out an awkward laugh before tugging me onwards, to which I just obliged with another low raspy laugh as we continued walking down the side of the lobby to another corridor with it’s own set of elevators.

I signed as we entered the corridor, shifting my body onto autopilot as we entered the elevator.

~~~

“This is the housing unit of the hospital.” Dr. Norris explained as we exited the elevator after a long, almost painful ride up to the fourth floor. I just nodded, my hands re-clamped onto his arm. “You have a room down this here hall, and the same goes for a small workout area,” Good. “And some other amenities.” Alright. He led me further down the hall and rounded a corner, before wrenching my hands off of him and taking out a card. “This is your key. It’ll let you into your room and the amenities.” He explained, like I was some kind of kid. I just sneered at him as I nodded, trying to keep myself from falling as I held myself against the wall.

He swiped the card on a reader placed on the handle, and the reader buzzed and a little light glowed green as Dr. Norris opened the door for me, allowing me to stumble into the room.

And damn, I was impressed with what I saw.

It was a small apartment it seemed, but with no full-on kitchen. There was a small living room with a comfy looking couch facing a normally-sized TV with a window looking outside onto Battery City, and branched off of that was a small hallway leading to the bathroom and bedroom I assumed. And I would have gladly taken the offer if it weren’t for the BL/Ind logos plastered on everywhere. And on everything.

“By wonders of Better Living Industries technology you are given this room just only an hour after awakening from your slumber!” Dr. Norris exclaimed, making me jump in surprise. “You are able to walk and enjoy food at your leisure. Of course, you will be moved out of here at some point, and transferred back into society.” I visibly tensed up. I won’t let them do that to me. “I do suggest you meet with some of the other patients living on the same floor, I’m sure they’d love to meet you!” No. It’s likely they already know me for the rebel I am. For the Zonerunner I am. For the Killjoy I will forever be.

I growled and stumbled across the room, landing with a thump on the couch and proceeding to lay down upon it, sighing in discomfort. It wasn’t that this wasn’t comfortable, I just wanted out. I haven’t even been conscious in here for an hour yet but it felt like an eternity stuck in these walls. I already hated this.

“Your pills will be handed in soon.” Oh shit. I forgot about those. Will I have to take those? Oh fuck. “Ms. Roosevelt will come and visit you, along with a very pretty nurse if I do say so myself,” Dr. Norris held his hand over his heart as he said that. I just groaned. I’m not that interested in girls you dumbfuck. “And after that you can do whatever.” He said, smiling with his million watt smile once more. “Press this little guy right here,” He pointed to a little blue button next to a light switch near the door. “If you need anything. Ciao!” He said, waving goodbye to me before throwing the key card onto a table inside and shutting the door with a slam.

I honestly had no idea what the fuck was going on with these people. Leaving me alone, don’t they know I could formulate ideas and get out of here? Some people are just so stupid. And what about my friends? I need them. Hopefully they’re on the same floor as me… I doubt it however.

I sighed, ceasing to think about this weird place and how they go about things, and just laying there on the couch, my mind going quiet for once as silence only occasionally broken by shuffling and slamming of other doors from down the hallway filled the room and blocked everything out of my ears.

And I stayed like that, almost wanted to just sleep but not wanting to at the same time.

I almost wanted to be comatose again.

Notes

I'm sorry this chapter is shit I said to myself I would get it done over the weekend but it's 3am on a fucking monday rip me

i cant explain things very well so I just integrated it into the story sorry about that :/

and yeah, the story will slow down for now ;)

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