It was tight. Too tight. Scraping and burning and yelping..... the coat stopped him, limited him, burnt him. He struggled, trying to move his arms, glaring around at the two men on either side of him. The car rumbled and bumbled, talking in the way cars do, never stopping for breath. But then cars don't need to breathe, do they? The thought made Jack laugh, and he was answered with a nervous glare. He leaned forward, towards the driver's seat. This was an abduction, he was a hostage. Or maybe he wasn't. But he was going somewhere, the car had told him that. And it would be a very SPECIAL place. He'd make all kinds of friends, and they'd all get along, and they'd all play in the fire together. And they wouldn't die, would they? He would hate it.... Hate it.... HATE IT!
There's a small spark, as Jack head-buts the front of the metal seat. It travels down, flashing, faster than anyone could think. And as it reached the gas tank, it exploded, as Jack giggled in glee, already rolling out of the door. The flames were beautiful, flying through the sky so close to the ground, before they hit the grey. The grey, of course, was a wall, not a grey, that would have been silly! Jack went silent, as fire alarsm started sounding, and blurry figures came to put out the fire. So much fire. He picked himself up, and slowly, cautiosly, walked to the new place. The new place he would live.
Jack walked almost unnoticed through the front door. He was a bleeding boy in a straight jacket, but he'd learned to to call attention to himself. If they don't see you, they won't hit you, or burn, slash, peel and stab! He moved through the hallways at random, looking around the new place, as the sounds of bustling people grew fainter behind him. There were dark corners, niches, little bits that nobody looked at. There were pipes in the walls, and flashes in wires. There were voices who had people and people who had voices, and they were using each other, too. He smiled, as he approached the people with voices. There were a lot of them, and they echoed around and around, but Jack had decided on two voices in particular. The only problem was that he wasn't sure which ones.
Approaching a corner, Jack saw a row of rooms. A room of rows. Hehe. He smiled, confidently strolling down, counting down the numbers in his head. However, at the end, he found his count wasn't working. He'd completely lost track, and after only three numbers! It didn't matter, of course. However, the next obstacle was far more challenging. How was he to open a door without his hands? Jack stood outside, puzzling about this, and his mind began to wander. Soon, he was simply standing there, staring into space like his brain had gone on stand-by.