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[Mike]

Derek jumped, a bit startled by a loud noise. He looked around, and saw that a girl not too far from him at his table had suddenly shoved her tray of food away from herself, causing it to clatter loudly onto the floor. He didn't have much time to give her more than a weird look though, since something else seemed to be going on as well. Some guy was yelling, but he couldn't tell about what. It seemed to be over in a second, however, since guards had rushed over to him and took the person out of there. It was a bit shocking to him, especially since the guy seemed familiar. It looked like another person was going to be taken away as well, since they looked like they were being interrogated by one of the guards.

'Hopefully he buys it.'

That phrase over a sea of mindless gossip jumped out at him. It was the voice again, which surprised him a bit, since he didn't expect to hear it again so soon. He kept listening, taking in what was being said. After he heard the name Jonas, the talking seemed to stop, but he had heard enough. Jonas...he'd heard that name before. It was last night, one of the voices had been saying it all night non-stop, making it impossible for him to get much sleep.

"Jonas...is that my neighbor?" He didn't even realize he had said that out loud. He mumbled whenever he talked to himself, but he was still very much audible. "No, impossible. I can't...I...What am I?" He didn't know what was going on, but he figured he must be crazy. There was no other logical explanation for what was happening to him...was there?

[Kingdoml1]

009 took a seat at 013's table, placing the tray infront of him. "Actually I don't know. I have no memory about anything."He let out a somewhat hopeless sigh. It was a hopeless situation and after 065 said that he remembered something it became obvious that no one really knew what was going on.

Some kind of instinct made 009 turn around and look at the guy being dragged away from the table. Suddenly a flash of images started running before his eyes. He closed his eyes and looked to be in pain, he put his hand on to his forehead, as to keep the pain contained. The first image was of a dog tag that said Harri Van Helle. In the next image there were men shooting all over the place and one of them had just gotten shot in the head. The last couple of images followed the same pattern. It was all about the army. Was I in the army ?He thought to himself as soon as the pain went away and the flash stopped. Why am I here ? I wan't my memory back. Harri, as his name appeared to be, was now ignoring everything around him, as he was focused on trying to remember the day of the images.

It seemed like it had been forever, but it had only lasted for a few seconds. " I remember something too. Not really anything specific, but we shouldn't be talking about it here."The guards had made him realise that something wasn't right and if everyones memories were blank it could only mean that there was something bad going on.

[ladybella]

Eira listened to the others as they answered the question that was directed to her. She thought about her answer and watched carefully as a man started screaming then was promptly dragged off. He had been screaming a name, or something that sounded like a name and Eira almost lied.
"I remember," She whispered. She didn't say anything else, stuffing her mouth full of pancakes to make it seem like she hadn't said anything. She suddenly had a vision of guards dragging her off into the distance while she was screaming her own name. She blinked and realized she was still sitting there, but she felt like she was a mouse in a large field just waiting for an eagle to swoop down and eat her.
"9 is right, we should talk about it somewhere else, where no one can hear us," She said avoiding eye contact with any of them and her head down so that if someone were looking at her, it would look like she wasn't talking at all, simply staring down at her food. Somehow, she felt like this position had been a practiced thing and she realized that she had done this before. Had she remembered all of this before? How had it been all erased again? This place was so irritating and if she ever got out she would ruin the persons life who was in charge of this place.

[Werther]

One brush. Another. Third.
They were followed by many other series of light strokes of brush. He stood in darkness and a patio was the only thing in this darkness. He drew as much as he could and nothing came out. It felt like he had no color, while in fact his brush had paint on it. He drew strokes and nothing came by.
You don't want to remember. Don't !!!

Number 11 had a strange dream and as he slept, he became panicked. The small table that stood right next to his bed had a book on it. Strangely, one page moved forward. Then a another one and after that another one. It seemed like a invisible hand was moving them.
11 woke up and rubbed his eyes. - I dislike this place more than anything in this world. - He thought. He rose up and sat on the side of the bed and scanned the room. It looked like a simple room, but it had nothing personal in it, except his own clothes that stood on a rack. Everything in this room looked monotone and felt somewhat dull. Number 11 looked at the book he had yesterday and felt a wave of confusion coming towards him. Last night, he read the book until the page 267. Now, as he inspected the book, it was on the page 270. Apparently someone had come to his room, number 11 thought. He finally rose to his feet and walked towards the bathroom. Cleaning his teeth, he gazed at his very own reflection.
- Who am I? Why would someone come to my room to change my pages? I have been here for a day... -
He got dressed up and left his own room and entered the corridor and asked he guard directions to the dining hall. He pointed towards a large door on the other side of the corridor and slowly walked towards the dining hall. As he opened the door he noticed many people either standing in the line or having a breakfast. Windowless room gave him a rather grim expression and he wondered how deep underground is he and what are the radiation levels on the surface.
Cafeteria lady spoke to him in a calm, friendly voice - Number 11, would you like pancakes for breakfast. -
- Yes, but I suppose I have a name, don't I? - he spoke curiously but the cafeteria lady seemed to ignore his remark. Strange. Number 11. Sounds like a spy movie where he is referred by his codename.
Number 11 found a table that was way away from anything or anyone. He enjoyed solitude and he ate slowly as he inspected everyone else. He didn't know their names, but by the looks of it they had a number too. Lacking appetite made him to inspect everyone else than eat his breakfast. Screaming man really caught his attention and made him think what had he done to be treated like this.

[Starsword]

Number 28 awoke from a strange dream. Not strange because something odd had happened, but strange because it was so.....ordinary. All he did in the dream is fix up a few things around his room with tools. He didn't remember all the specifics, but the last thing he did was fix the short leg on his bed so it didn't wobble all night. But he was wondering where the tools had come from, he knew since it was a dream he probably just willed them there but he couldn't figure out why he had a strange feeling. He knew it was trying to tell him something but he couldn't figure out what. He sat up and grabbed the book on his bedside table, just some book about Greek mythology. He was quite glad there was a library, he enjoyed reading. One of the names of a god stood out to him, Zephyr. He wasn't sure if it was his name or if he just liked it, but it felt right so he decided to adopt it as his name for now. Putting the book down Zephyr walked out to the cafeteria to get his breakfast, most important meal of the day. "Good morning 028, would you like pancakes?" Zephyr just chuckled "ya, I'll have some. I figured something out about my number last night, it's a perfect number." He smiled as if she knew what that was, but she looked confused so he explained, "it's a number where all the factors excluding the number itself add up to the number. So with 28 you have 1, 2, 4, 7, and 14, add them and you get 28. Pretty neat huh?" She smiled politely "erm, sure dear, here you go," she gave him his pancakes and he was on his way to a table. Who to sit with today? He decided to join 009 and 013, because why not "morning guys," he said as he sat down with them. "You don't mind me sitting here do you?" They shouldn't, he knew most everyone here, he was friendly, no one really didn't like him as far as he knew.

[ViridianHue]

"Actually I don't know. I have no memory about anything," said 009 as he took a seat at the table. Kiran sighed. "Yes, I thought so," she said, slightly disappointed by it. Was there really no one who had answers?

It seemed that Kiran's whispered words weren't as quiet as she had hoped them to be and others joined their table when they heard her ask 023 if she remembered anything. A blonde-haired man with rather striking blue eyes sat next to her, saying, "I remember a few things." Kiran turned towards him curiously, eager to know more. "Really? What?" she asked him.

"AND I KNOW WHO I AM! I am Jonas Holfeld!"

Startled by the shouted words, Kiran looked away from 065 to find a man being dragged away by the masked guards, whose number she couldn't get a glimpse of. I'm right, thought Kiran. They don't want us to remember anything, she realized, shivering slightly as a chill ran down her spine. First 089, and now that man...they couldn't be the only ones. More people must've also started to get their memories back but were taken away and made to forget as soon as the staff got wind of it.

She almost didn't hear 023 when she said that she remembered as well. Excited that she could have answers to her questions, Kiran opened her mouth to ask her more but closed it when 009 made a sensible suggestion. "You're right," she said, nodding towards him. "But there are guards everywhere. Where else could we go?" she asked, feeling rather hopeless.

Another joined their table asking, "You don't mind me sitting here do you?" Kiran shook her head and smiled at 028 when she recognized him. He had been in the facility as long as she had been, possibly longer, and though they didn't converse often, he was a likable character. "Sure," she said. "Hey, you wouldn't happen to know a place where we could all talk privately, would you?" she asked, the question directed towards him and the others seated at their table as well.

[Rumiko]

111 are you alright?l asks one of the attendents of the caferteria as he gentle shakes her shoulder.
It is as if she.d suddenly been dropped into a movie gone wild as images flashed through her mind so quickly she felt ill.
"We must remember people these subjects are most likely the most dangerous people on the planet" says a man dressed much like the masked guards without his mask
"If you should see, hear or suspect that they are regaining their memories you are to report it to command without hesitation.
You will be on your guard every moment if you for one moment.forget who we are dealng with" the man pauses as an image of a horrificly burned person dressed in what looks to be the remains of a masked guard's uniform "This! Could be you
The images shift once more to a drab little apartment where three men. Sit drinking beer and watchiing 23 showering
"Dam look at that will you, she's the hottest babe we got at the facility" chuckLes one of the men as he grabs another beer
" Bull give me a girl with long legs an long hair, none of em can touch Jain " brags the attendent
"Who the hell is Jain?
"He's mooning over Trip 1 again he calls her Jane" says the third man
"It's not Jane it's Jain an I don't call her that it's her real name." Defends the man
How the hell you know her name thoose records are sealed? Asks his bud who was enjoying 23's shower
"She's famous, she's the one that caught that siicko who killed an ate thoose girlls in Ohio, don't you guys watch the news.......

The images fade as Jain feels hands under her armpits lifting her
"You need to see the doctor 111 says Carl the man who like's 23
Jain recognizes his voice even through the mask

[ListenUp]

Jonas, a man so unremarkable and forgettable, to a point where no one knew he had been taken or even if he had friends, relatives, or a career outside of the facility, would be the catalyst for an event that would change Cal's entire existence.

As Jonas, number 094, was being dragged along a hallway crowded with nothing but guards as the "facility's esteemed guests" were corralled into the dining hall, their rooms, or wherever else they could be placed to keep them from witnessing the guards' method of detainment, he had reached his mind's final destination. He knew everything he was told was a complete lie, he knew that the people he was living with were different than the rest, he knew that his actions would mean a revolution if everything went according to plan. But most of all, he knew it would mean his death.

Jonas was a hemokinetic user: he could control blood. He had practiced his technique on himself for days on end in his cell, and was able to avert the effects of the facility's drugs by stopping his blood and sucking it out under the covers when he was back in his room.

Jonas had formulated his plan and prepared to bring it to fruition. He had gathered the attention of nearly every person in the dining hall and countless of guards. He was being dragged down the hall and decided to make his move. He started by sending blooding rushing to the heads of the two guards that had him by either arm and waited just a short time for them to loosen their grip and pass out. He sent his own blood pumping faster than any amount of adrenaline could provide. His senses were sharp and his lungs were working at full load as he dashed down the hallway. I will do this; everyone will be free. He made a dash for a staircase behind a heavily guarded door that led up to the room that housed controls for the loudspeaker and also had a clear open view over the dining hall. It's amazing how so many people don't see this as a prison. He thought to himself while dodging past guards.

At this point, Cal was slipping back towards his room so that no more guards would hassle him, and as he was shutting the door, Jonas was bolting at full speed down the hallway. Cal had no time to do much of anything because a guard was rounding another corner at the same time.

*CRASH*

The guard and Jonas smashed right into one another, and this guard happened to be twice his size. Jonas fell down with a whimper and moderate concussion. Guards crowded around him with restraints, weapons, and medication; things did not go according to plan. I could have made EVERYONE witness my power. They could have seen the tyrants that are keeping them here. he thought to himself. The last bit of hope for him came as he looked up out of the corner of his eye, and saw a slightly terrified man: Cal, looking through the cracked door.

An audience of one.
"You people! You are monsters. We are not your prisoners. Judgment will come quickly to the likes of you!" Jonas shouted. Those were his last words. He made eye contact with Cal, and with all of his concentrated power, he detonated his blood. It splattered everywhere. On walls, on the ceiling, on the guards, and ... on Cal.

In the midst of all the confusion Cal shut his door and ran to his mirror. He looked into his own eyes to see if it was himself who had just died. But no, it was number 094, Jonas Holfeld; a man whom no one knew.

[TheStinger]

013 seemed very interested about what 065 remembered of himself. He was just about to answer her when some guy went all crazy because he remembered his name and started screaming his name out loud. As he watched the guards take him away he heard 009 come up with a very good idea. To talk about this somewhere privately. The problem is that no place in this hellhole could be called private. Especially since there were guards and security cameras everywhere. Then 013 asked that question to someone that came and took a seat at their table. Although the question was really directed to everyone. "Honestly I have no idea of a private place where we could talk about our memories. Security is ultra-tight! One thing is for certain though. These guys are lying to us big time. We have to find a way to discover what these guys are really up to." Said 065 as he stuffed his mouth with pancakes and was eyeballing the guards.

[ViridianHue]

The masked guards kept a close eye on all the...freaks. They didn't really have a name for what they actually were. Special people? Supernatural beings? While the scientists called them 'subjects', the other staff weren't too concerned about what they were to be called. All they cared about was that they weren't human. Some of the guards were afraid of them, but while they had their electric sticks and a small remote that would electrocute anyone who went out of line, most thought they had control over the 'freaks'.

One of the doctors was making his usual rounds in the cafeteria. His name was Dr. John. Of course that wasn't his real name but no one knew that. As he was passing the tables, murmured words jumped out to him and his ears perked up.

"No, impossible. I can't...I...What am I?"

Dr. John abruptly turned around. It was a dark-brown haired boy. Number 037. His real name was Derek Jenner. The telepath. He could be dangerous. If he started to get his powers back, then he could easily read everyone's minds and find out the truth.

"Good Morning, 037. Are you feeling alright?" Dr. John asked the subject with a smile.


----Kiran----

"Maybe it's better if we stay here," Kiran said to the others. "If we go somewhere by ourselves, it'll look suspicious. Here, we can just act like we're talking about nothing important."

Looking around to make sure no guards, doctors or any other staff was near their table, Kiran continued, "I remembered a little bit today. That my name is Kiran. Do you guys remember your names?"