[center][h2][color=00aeef] Geneva Hodgins [/color][/h2]
[sub][i] "Repression is the only lasting philosophy." [/i]-[b]Charles Dickens[/b] [i]A Tale of Two Cities[/i][/sub][/center]


Geneva zipped up her backpack and tossed it over her shoulder, she didn’t understand the situation fully but she understood what was needed. When she found out that her parents gave her away to the men, it did not come as a shock. They were promised that she would be taken care of and they were going to help, and maybe no one really believed them but every single person wanted to. A voice rang out to Geneva telling her it was time to go. There was no struggle it was almost tragically beautiful, the young girl being escorted out of her home by two men while her mother sobs into her father’s chest and there were almost no sounds except for the footsteps towards the door and the gentle sobs from her mother. 

Geneva looked around the gym, each kid was silent and it was hard to tell if they were even real, all of them so young and terrified of what comes next. Some of the kids looked beaten and bloodied, most of the wounds seemed to be defensive. More than likely those were the children that refused to corporate. She stared at the injured kids, they refused to give in and they fought for it even though they were outnumbered, and that really intrigued Geneva. 

Then everyone began to move onto the busses, Geneva stared at each weapon as she walked onto the bus. There was something about the look of a gun, it was a tool made to kill, there is no other purpose but the way it looked, it was not a monster instead it was a bunch of springs and hammers crafted together. It is never the gun that kills someone, instead, it is the person that pulls the trigger and the way this situation was going and the look of the guards, it was clear that these guns were in dangerous hands. Geneva looked down at her feet until she sat down next to the window, then she started out it aimlessly watching the world go by for hours.

As the buses stopped and everyone was lead out in lines, tensions were still high, but they were at their destination it seemed. As she waited in line with the rest of her group, chaos erupted. Something happened, an electrical explosion from one of the rooms, then some of the PSFs were set a flame someone called for everyone to run. Geneva glanced around to see what others were doing, some began to run while others got on the floor, before Geneva could even decide what to do, the noise started.  It seemed to happen inside her head, she reached to cover her ears but it did not affect the noise, she fell to her knees while holding her head trying to silence the sound. This pain was unbearable and inescapable, she fell completely on the ground still grasping at her ears to figure out a way to mute the screaming inside her head.

Then it stopped, she was red from crying and her ears were bright red from the pressure she was pushing on them. As she got herself back up and wiped the tears from her eyes she saw a line of kids and some men standing with them, she could only assume that they were the ones that started the attack. A man started talking and introduced himself, he seemed to be in charge of everyone else including the kids, then he ordered the PSF’s to beat the 5 kids and then remove them from the rest. Geneva watched in horror as the kids were beaten, she hated violence and to see children beaten by adults made her feel sick. 

After a few moments, she was called into a small room where a woman was waiting for her. As Geneva entered the room, the door closed behind her quickly and made her jump, the woman looked tired and then says: "Hello. I need your name and if you would so kindly lay on that table there. I need to scan your brain real quick to make sure everything is all right."

Geneva blinked a few times still shaken up from the events outside, but she swallowed that feeling and began to move towards the table. She sat down on the table and looked down at her feet, and said in a very quiet voice [color=00aeef] “My name is Geneva Hodgins.” [/color] Then she laid down and let the woman run her tests. It did not take long before the scan was completed, then there were a few memory and puzzle tests. It was almost like kid’s games, word search, math problems and spot the difference, these were extremely easy for Geneva and took her a few seconds to complete them and then the woman drew a green X on her back and sent her on her way. 

Then Geneva and 9 other girls were lead into a cabin, it was a small room and everyone seemed very upset and confused. Everything that happened was horrifying, and now they are categorizing children by X’s, which Geneva still didn’t fully understand what her X even meant. Geneva walked over to an area and sat down on whatever she could find, just to rest and think about everything she witnessed. She started to look at the other girls in the room, they all seemed to be around her age or even younger. No one seemed like they really wanted to talk, but sitting in silence for hours and witnessing everything that just happened, it seems rather fair not wanting to speak. 

Geneva took in a quick breath and opened her mouth and in a thick Swedish accent choking out the words she said [color=00aeef] “What do you think the man meant when he said that our old lives are gone and today is the beginning of the rest of our lives? Once this is over we can go home right?”[/color]

She knew that no one in the cabin knew any more than she did, but she just wanted someone to tell her it was going to be ok. Even if it wasn’t, she just needed to hear it, all she wanted to do now was go home. That was what was keeping her through the hours of silence, the idea that it would eventually end, but if what the man said was true then it sounded like this was never going to end.