John continued taking bites out of his peach; to others it would seem as if he had relaxed, but he was ready in case any of them attempted to attack him. He eyed the Raven carefully, she knew more than she was letting on and he didn't like that.

“Plan?” The Raven repeated after John. “There is no ‘plan’, there is no ‘leaving’ I’m sorry.” I've been in here for a while but you can’t honestly expect me to believe that there are people walking around out there with wings or people on fire or things like that. This is a top secret government project…I’m sorry to have to tell you this but you’re all here for the rest of your lives…”

John sipped at the bag. “Wait. So you’re saying that the government kidnapped us because we are special?  How did they know how to find us? Who’s in charge of this place?”

The man beside him proceeded to absolutely devour his food, moving even faster than what was possible. He covered a burp with his hand and said a soft “excuse me”.

 “There isn’t a plan now, but shouldn’t we make one? I don’t imagine any of us actually want to stay here, even if this is a ‘government project’." He said.

John shrugged, taking another bite off his peach. “I wouldn’t want to stay here regardless. I don’t know if the rest of you got the same treatment I did but my brain was LITERALLY poked with a metal rod!” He said, hissing out the “metal rod” part. “This isn’t the first time the government has fucked me over and, if I survive this, it most likely won’t be the last.”

A laugh escaped the man in the corner. At first John thought he was laughing at the girl but his next words said otherwise.
“You guys truly believe that there is a way out? Even if we should use our powers, they will overwhelm us. They know what we can do, which means they probably also have ways to stop us, let alone leave this wretched place.” He said.

John took another bite of his peach, bringing the fruit down to its core. He took one last sip from his blood bag before setting it on the table, a small amount still in the bottom. He picked up an apple and started on it next.

“You are fools for thinking that this place can be breached, that you can escape. Be glad you are alive you morons, for there must be test subjects who haven’t survived. Aren’t there, Miss Winged Beast?”

John saw Raven flinch visibly, her wings tightening to her back.

“He’s right,” she said, “the success rate of the project at the moment…is only about 10 percent, meaning for every one of you…there were nine other people taken…nine casualties. And out of us nine…less than half survived the first year.” She said.
 
John wasn’t sure if this was a scare tactic or if she was telling the truth. How did she know so much about what was going on? Obviously she had been here longer than all of them combined, but an exact number like the one she had thrown out…either she was an impressive liar or she was in on it.

John placed his apple back down on the table. “First of all,” he said, addressing the boy in the corner, “don’t refer to her as a beast, it’s impolite. Second, step away from the girl, I believe you’re scaring her. Isn’t he, sweetheart? Thirdly, fuck you. You’re stuck in here with the rest of us so you’re equal parts moron as the rest of us. It’s people like you who really bug me, ya know? Act all high and mighty but yet don’t realize that they are in the same sinking boat as the rest of the world and always thinking that they’re too good to bail out the water.”

John looked around the room, the scattered faces In front of him. “We’re different, some more than others,” he looked at Raven as he said that, “so either us ‘freaks’ stick together, or we fall apart. We all made it this far, didn’t we? I have no problem being complacent as long as I don't get killed. We all look out for each other, we all help each other if we need it. Does everyone agree?"