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Lillian
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St. Annes, the supposed rehabilitation center for children located in offshore Great Britian...
Truly is a hell for the children who inhabit it.
A large white dome that covers the actual sky, pretending to be the true sky, to follow the time exactly makes this place escape proof...
A man sat in his office, a glass of white wine and a large grin on his four-eyed face. He was a rather slender man, done up in a rather expensive looking suit. His black hair was obviously full of gel, which made it easier to form a comb-over.
"Sir, group G-12's mind erasing and collar attachment is completed. All of the group's participants are waking up as we speak."
A rather stern looking woman had entered the office to alert the man of the recent news.
"Splendid! Lets go see the next group of snot-nosed brats..."
The man stated in a rather annoyed and sarcastic tone. He arose from his desk, wearing a rather large and wicked grin.
"Can't wait to see the agonized expressions of those little monsters when we sniff them out..."
Oliver's conscious slowly returned to him. He felt like he was drooling like a mad-man. That, or his throat was a waterfall.
"... Aaannd, there. That should hide that poor eye."
A woman was standing in his vision, blocking what seemed to be the only light source in a blur of white.
"Can you hear me? Nod once if you can."
Oliver only did as the woman had said. He was trying to think of things, but it felt like someone shoved a balloon in his head.
"Welcome to St. Annes, please enjoy your stay Oliver."
The woman cast a bright smile, but Oliver sensed that it was just a fake smile, so fake he would want to throw up.
"You will be meeting the rest of your group in the next room, let me help you."
She helped him to his feet, him trying to get used to walking, which seemed to come involuntarily in seconds. He walked out the only door in the room, a bright flash hitting his eyes, until he was suddenly in a room full of a bunch of other kids.
He felt... Uncomfortable, even a little revolted with being around this many kids. What was that feeling?
He looked to what seemed to be the front of the room; a glass wall, which had two people standing side by side a rather scary looking man.
He hated that man. He didn't know why, but he hated that man.
Truly is a hell for the children who inhabit it.
A large white dome that covers the actual sky, pretending to be the true sky, to follow the time exactly makes this place escape proof...
A man sat in his office, a glass of white wine and a large grin on his four-eyed face. He was a rather slender man, done up in a rather expensive looking suit. His black hair was obviously full of gel, which made it easier to form a comb-over.
"Sir, group G-12's mind erasing and collar attachment is completed. All of the group's participants are waking up as we speak."
A rather stern looking woman had entered the office to alert the man of the recent news.
"Splendid! Lets go see the next group of snot-nosed brats..."
The man stated in a rather annoyed and sarcastic tone. He arose from his desk, wearing a rather large and wicked grin.
"Can't wait to see the agonized expressions of those little monsters when we sniff them out..."
Oliver's conscious slowly returned to him. He felt like he was drooling like a mad-man. That, or his throat was a waterfall.
"... Aaannd, there. That should hide that poor eye."
A woman was standing in his vision, blocking what seemed to be the only light source in a blur of white.
"Can you hear me? Nod once if you can."
Oliver only did as the woman had said. He was trying to think of things, but it felt like someone shoved a balloon in his head.
"Welcome to St. Annes, please enjoy your stay Oliver."
The woman cast a bright smile, but Oliver sensed that it was just a fake smile, so fake he would want to throw up.
"You will be meeting the rest of your group in the next room, let me help you."
She helped him to his feet, him trying to get used to walking, which seemed to come involuntarily in seconds. He walked out the only door in the room, a bright flash hitting his eyes, until he was suddenly in a room full of a bunch of other kids.
He felt... Uncomfortable, even a little revolted with being around this many kids. What was that feeling?
He looked to what seemed to be the front of the room; a glass wall, which had two people standing side by side a rather scary looking man.
He hated that man. He didn't know why, but he hated that man.