*"Got something smart to say now boy?!" Crack. "Say it again punk!" Slam. "You're nothing but street scum!" Bash. "You little shit!" Crunch.* Zain's whole night was filled with nearly none stop beatings from a group of guards, they had to take shifts as 'their arms were getting tiered'. By the end of it the teen was practically a walking bruise, though they made sure not to break any bones as they couldn't risk leaving any permanent damage to one of the doctors pets. He dragged his way out of his room and into the dinning room, slumping into his seat with a groan as the others made their ways into the room he offered a weaken smirk as he looked them over with his one blacken eye. **"How are the rest of the freak squad this morning?"**