Sam and Sol sat together in the gym, warily watching those around them. Sam was quiet in his worry, going through everything that could possibly happen to them once their imprisonment in this building ended. Sol meanwhile tried talking to those around them, trying to distract himself from the uncertainty of the situation. Initially he had read the minds of those around, but the various theories everyone had of what was happening were frightening to think of. Better to ignore it and try to find something, anything else to focus on. No one else was willing to talk though, and he felt watched whenever he tried, so eventually he fell silent as well.
This situation honestly wasn't too surprising to Sam. He knew as soon as they started displaying new abilities that society wouldn't react well to it. He'd tried to warn Sol of that, but the guy just couldn't keep his mouth shut. Now here they were. Whatever was coming after this wasn't going to be anything good, and while he normally tried to find a bright side to everything, it was very difficult to see one for this. At least he had Sol with him. That's about the only bright side he could find.
Eventually they were loaded into the bus. Both tensed seeing the guns the men held, and Sol grasped Sam's hand tightly. They stayed huddled together the whole ride, trying to provide what comfort they could to one another until they arrived at their destination. They kept their hold on each other's hand as they exited the bus and slowly followed everyone else inside.
As they waited, a burst of electricity and fire interrupted everything. Someone called for everyone to run, and Sam gripped Sol's hands tighter to stop him from trying. It wouldn't be that easy. Sure enough, some sort of noise followed and pain, and those who had tried to escape were brought before them and beaten. Both boys were now more scared than they had ever been. Sam felt almost on the brink of a panic attack and tried to focus on his breathing and calm himself down, a lot easier said than done in this situation.
It wasn't long before they were forced to separate and brought into different rooms. Sol was first. He yelped as he was pulled away from Sam, but he resisted the urge to fight back. He didn't want to end up like the five who had just been beaten in front of them. However, he couldn't help but let his anger through when asked his name. "I ain't telling you shit!" he hissed only to have a muzzle quickly put on him by the PSF. He tried to yell past it and pull it off, earning himself a slap from the PSF before his hands were roughly pulled behind his back and handcuffed.
Sam was brought into a room not long after. He was already afraid before going in, and the harshness with which his name was demanded made him jump. "..S-Sam..Maelynn.." he answered and quickly went to lay down on the machine. Thankfully that was all there was to it. He was marked and sent on his way. Sol had been sent ahead of him, so he wasn't sure now where he was. He just followed the crowd.
He kept his eyes down mostly as they followed where they were led. When they were split into groups he was relieved to see Sol again, though...seeing his brother muzzled and handcuffed also made him feel even more hopeless and sad.
As soon as they were alone inside the cabin, Sam grabbed the key. Sol sat crying and trying to pull his hands from the cuffs as Sam moved behind him. "..Hey, look, they left a key. Stop struggling and be still a moment and I'll get you out," he said softly and Sol stopped struggling. Sam got off the cuffs and the muzzle, and they hugged each other tightly.
"Why are they treating us like fucking animals?" Sol asked through tears.
"I don't know.."
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