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"This isn't real-""Papa will come get me, I'm sure.""Maybe, after they do testing, they'll let us go-"

The framentend voices of children in horror were the first things that crowded Min-a's mind, suffocating her with their hidden pleas and fears. They scattered, forever changing, some full of dread, others, hope. The second thing that welled up, violently, were the images. Scattered memories people held onto, from faces, to last words, that drowned Min-a in a never ending pit of despair. Still, all of this was easier to listen to than the foolish kids that actually thought they had a chance. That THEY were the golden child, the child that would make it. Not like she had a choice in who she heard. Not yet. Still, she tried to flip past them as much as she could, unable to fathom the pipe dream that they clung to so desperately. 

Min-a spoke out loud as the voices in her head flew past her like flipbook, mumbling words from each one as she tried to hang on to one person, for at least a moment. To others, she probably sounded mad, but she didn't care. Anything to figure out how to control the noise. Anything to try to get it to stop, or, at least, slow down. All she could get was phrases, tiny pieces, but it was better than the single words that would flip by, all jumbled together, but all different. 

"Everyone RUN NOW!"

This voice was loud enough to snap Min-a out of her haze, silencing the noise that plagued her. Someone was yelling, frantic. Her dark eyes darted around, trying first to find the culprit that cried out. An acrid smell filled the air, smoke rising above a small group of people, all panic-stricken. Her eyes widened as they cleared out and away from what could only be considered a monstrosity. Burnt flesh peeled from what used to be a woman, her arm reached out in what she only could assume was an attempt to get help. Min-a swallowed the bile that rose in her throat, her hand covering her mouth in horror. Still, all her instincts told her to stay still, silent. 

Then, the noise to end all noises happened. Min-a dropped to her knees, fingers wrapped in her dark locks as she let out a scream resembling a banshee. Her vision faded as her head hung, entire body falling limp, only to be wretched up multiple times before being laid against a wall in what seemed like a sign of defeat by one of the PSFs. 

As Min-a came to, her eyes fluttering open, she noticed most people stood forward, and she was flooded with a feeling she knew well, hatred. Stumbling to stand, Min-a used the wall to get back up before being pushed forward by a PSF, tumbling towards and into a small group of people. Swearing under her breath, and forced to use a stranger to lean on, Min-a looked with the crowd and the man who radiated disdain. Min-a mind wandered at this moment, her eyes barely focused at the man in front of her. What was the word... It's not hate. Stronger than hate. Her eyes flashed towards the five. Not despise. Idiot. Her eyes then moved to the barrel of a gun behind one of the children.   Loathe. That's the word. They loathe us- 

Shots rang out, and for a moment, just a moment, everything was once again black. 

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Min-a stumbled out of the 'testing' room, muzzled and handcuffed. She was pushed by the PSFs harshly, and she could feel their fear of her heighten. The orange mark on her back changed things, and their intent and feelings quickly altered. They knew, no matter what, she was not to be trusted. She was the unknown, and they hated that. The PSFs shoved her towards the line of females, and she fell along, right behind a blonde girl a bit taller than herself. Min-a bit down against her lip, ignoring the pain soaring throughout her body. Her eyes started to shoot around, attempting to take in as little information she could. Still, though, her vision was blurry from the chaos before, and she couldn't make out much before stumbling upon the cabin. Before Min-a could process the situation someone rushed forward, helping her take off her muzzle and handcuffs. Min-a reeled back and away from the person who freed her, knowing if they touched her she could reach much farther in their head than she would ever want. 

For a moment, there was silence.  "So, I guess this is home..."  Min-a said flatly, before taking her muzzle and putting it on the top bunk of a random bed- a way of claiming it. She looked at the others, and for a moment, she felt the animosity that some of them felt towards her and the other oranges. Pressing her back against a wall, she slid to the ground, eyes now focused on a drip of water from a pipe nearby. Home sweet home.
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