#post 155

“They have confirmed our worst fears : they can become uncontrollable. The Special Unit is transferring them from the Maze to their individual rooms.” What had happened in the Maze? What did the man mean by ‘uncontrollable’? Had they overdone the expectations set by the doctors? Sunny was sceptical about the new pieces of information. This building was seemingly a prison and not a hospital. What was going on there?

“You will be working under Miss Sarang. She’s known the Subjects for some time now.” A television screeched and blurred images appeared. A woman was injecting some solution to a young blond man’s forearm. If they were the Subjects, they didn’t look at all like what Amelia had imagined. They seemed innocent, soundlessly sleeping on their beds. Their faces made one think of them as students – if we were to erase the blood stains and scratches. She shrugged, turning left to watch the man exit the room; and the woman enter. She was wearing a white uniform composed of a top and a skirt. A simplistic attire. She drew to her a drawer from which she took folders.

“You will have to deal with one Subject each. You will only focus on him. I want reports every evening sent to my office by 10pm.” Kenna huffed. She had applied to that job because she had been apparently misbehaving at the medical centre.

Sarang was giving away the folders to each of the six girls. Morgan got hers and opened it. Empty, apart from a number. 10.

“Won’t we get anything more? Maybe their names? Their health reports? The reason why they are here?” She started, her hands open, a bit lost. Sarang looked at her, blank. Morgan could have sworn that the woman’s lips had twitched.

“They don’t have any names. They’re Subjects. You’re lucky, you got Number 10. The most predictable of them all.” Sarang patted Morgan on the shoulder. Curiosity shook Nari awake. With shaking hands, she opened her folder. Number 94. Was it Baekhyun’s secret number? Would she be able to find her brother? And save him? Ever since she had lost his track, she had had sleepless nights. By some lucky event, she had heard of him being there, in that strange building. She had trained so hard to get back in touch with him, to get him back home. Right after he had been kidnapped in front of her eyes. And had disappeared forever.

“You better change into your uniforms.” Sarang showed them pure white ones waiting for them in a wardrobe. Identical to her own. She walked to the back door she opened with a screech.

“I’ll be waiting for your reports.” The woman said, leaving. The six girls looked at each other. Rebecca was the first to move to the wardrobe.

“Well... Shall we cooperate? It seems to me as if they all have common points, these... boys.” Kenna tried, still sitting near the wall. Some of the girls stopped in their tracks. Morgan followed Rebecca to the wardrobe and grabbed a colourless bag.

“Let’s first gather some information, then we’ll speak about any type of collaboration.” Amelia chirped, writing something – already - in her folder. Sunny nodded; Nari agreed, jumping off her chair and decidedly walking towards the exit.