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	Alex woke up in a groggy state. He could feel the chill of the floor and something around his wrists. He soon realized that he was laying on a gym floor with his hands cuffed behind his back. Looking around he noticed a few others similar to him had limited movement. The atmosphere was tense. With the same black armor-clad men and women who had hurt his family watching over him and many other children, Alex felt anger more than fear. The hairs on the back of his neck began rising with his anger, and then they began moving.

	How long had he been out for? Walking outside he noticed the sun had already gone down. He remembered being abducted early in the day. The PSF who removed his handcuffs backhanded him merely because of the slight scowl that was on his face. The bus ride wasn't any easier though. No one seemed to make a sound save for the few younger ones whimpering silently. Alex didn't know if he should feel sympathy or pity for them, but he knew this wasn't going to get better soon.

	When the bus came to a stop and the small rays of sun peaked through Alex got a good look at his surroundings. There was no way he could count all the PSF's around him and the other children. The fences were taller than he could tell from the distance he was, but the barbed wire glistened as if asking for someone to get their skin caught on its sharp points.

	Once in the building, the mixture of constant movement, the smell, and his grogginess caused his head to spin a little. When the electricity and fire started shooting around the room Alex quickly dropped to one knee unsure of what he should do. He couldn't find the source of electricity, but when he saw fire coming out of a boy's hands Alex thought of Sadie and how she had been lying on the ground when he passed out. He had zero time to worry when suddenly a piercing ring shattered through his head.

	He fully dropped to the floor trying to cover his ears to no avail. He started to feel a gag reflex when the noise finally stopped. While on the ground he noticed the five perpetrators of the commotion, but once he was pulled to his feet he saw the Lieutenant Colonel. A look of sheer anger appeared on Alex's face at what the man said and had done to the five.

	Before he could think of anything else Alex was jerked aside by a PSF and shoved into a room where a man seemed to be waiting. At the man's questions, Alex simply responded, [color=cyan]"Alex Woulfe. What do you mean by color?"[/color] The man waved his hand and pointed to a machine saying, "Just lay on that table over there."

	Alex did as he was instructed just so that he could be done with this quickly. When the man handed Alex the gloves he eyed them with a look of confusion. He was even more confused when the man turned him around and marked the X on his back. Alex slowly shoved his hands into the gloves and left the room.

	As he was being moved again alongside the others Alex looked around trying to get a feel for his surroundings. Alex didn't want to stay here long, but there wasn't anything he could do about that. He just didn't know it. Once they were escorted to cabins and left unsupervised Alex began looking around the small room trying to find a way out. When he found nothing he went towards one of the empty beds and kicked it in frustration. Mumbling to himself he asked [color=cyan]"How long are they gonna keep us here?"[/color]



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	Mackie and the few remaining schoolmates she had were collected in their school's auditorium early in the school day to make it easier on the PSF's to get them at the same time. All the kids looked to their teachers with downtrodden faces and none of the school staff seemed to show any remorse.

	They were transported from there to a larger gym. Mackie sat quietly among her few peers watching as more and more kids were added to the number. They were among the first in this transfer group placed within the community gym awaiting transport so she had spent a long time stewing in her misery. Two of the boys had tried to fight back but were shut down quickly and handcuffed. The whole time they were there it was agonizing to just have to sit and wait.

	Once they were loaded into the buses Mackie's heart slowly began breaking as it seemed it might be all over. All she could think about was if her mother and sister were safe and about the faces and actions of the school staff she and her peers had so deeply trusted. She pulled her knees up into her seat with her crying softly for the rest of the drive.

	She nervously followed the directions and pushing of the adults surrounding her. Then chaos erupted all around her. A boy in front of her began running knocking her to the ground. It wasn't like she wasn't about to be there soon anyway. The sound that assaulted her brain at its very core was excruciatingly painful. Covering her ears didn't seem to help whatsoever.

	When the noise finally subsided she slowly began to drag herself to her feet until a PSF pulled her up. The sight before her was revolting to her. How could these people do this? And what did he mean by their old lives were now gone? Mackie took a few minutes to try and locate her past schoolmates, but couldn't find any of them before she is rushed over to a side room. Before she can react a woman says something. "Name."

	Mackie pauses for a moment in confusion and says, [color=darkviolet]"Mackie Pruett."[/color] The woman motions to a device and says, "Lay there so I can scan you." Mackie reluctantly does as the woman says to avoid punishment. Once the machine finishes the woman marks a Blue X on Mackie's back which heavily confuses her then sends her on her way.

	On the path to the cabins, Mackie primarily eyes the various X's and notices the odd differences based on color. She felt a little happy that she didn't have to be handcuffed or muzzled but instantly regretted that moment of false peace. She also occasionally caught sight of the PSF's guns. Once inside the cabin, Mackie, along with another girl, began trying to help the more restrained ones get free from their bindings. After helping the others Mackie walked over to an empty bed and laid down. At a loss for what to do she hoped that maybe, just maybe, this was all just a horrific nightmare and she'd wake up in her bed at home. She slowly cried herself to sleep not realizing that this nightmare was very real, and perhaps even worse than she thought.