The two white coat workers from before ushered Emma down the long white hallway. Emma tried to glance behind at the others, who were also being led by their own pair of white clad scientists, or terrorists, or whatever they wished to be. After passing by several metal sliding doors with numbers etched into them, two clear doors slid open to reveal a bright white cafeteria with metal lunch tables at the center of attention.
Hands guided each Emma to the table, and prodded her with firm fingers until she sat stiffly on the cold bench of the far left table. Each table could sit four, so Emma found herself sitting across from Jason, with Chandler next to him. Raven and Travis were seated at the far right table, causing Raven's face to from in frustration.
A few middle-aged women in white aprons appeared, dropping plates with some kind of meat and green-beans. Emma glanced about, taking note that each escort was standing in stiff army-like poses against the walls, surrounding the tables.
After prodding the weird meat a few times, Emma sighed, not feeling the least bit peckish, which was a bit curious as she could not even remember the last time she had eaten.
Looking up at Chandler, Emma asked, "Why are we separated? They could just push the tables together."
Chandler's eyes shifted a little. "My sister and I are too co-dependent." He said matter-of-factly. Also, be careful what you say. They here everything, and will act against you.
Emma gaped at Chandler before quickly shaking her head, realizing her mind was connected to everyone else's mind. Everyone's, that is, except Jason's.
Jason kept his head down, not touching the food.
Is the food always this strange? Emma asked Chandler.
Chandler shrugged. Jason is the only one who doesn't eat it. I'm not sure he's ever eaten a meal.
Emma looked to Jason, her eyebrows furrowed. She nibbled on the green-beans, but left the weird meat to itself, confused by the dark haired boy's resolve.
Everyone ate in mostly silence for a few minutes until the two doors swooshed open and two armed men came into the cafeteria. The two men stepped aside, and two more stepped forward, ushering someone to Raven and Travis' table. Once the character was seated, the four armed guards lined against the wall closest to the table.
Emma stared at the new stranger, frozen stiff. Without a doubt it was Logan sitting next to Raven. He had a smug look upon his face, sandy-blonde hair combed neatly, and was wearing a tight white shirt that showed his football muscles, only they seemed a bit bigger to Emma now. With a panic rising within her, Emma lurched up. "Logan!"
Logan glanced at Emma, but did not get up. Instead he stuck a forkful of meat into his mouth.
Just as she was about to dash across the room, Emma's arms were grabbed a stabbing pain filled her side, causing all bodily function to shake spasmodically and then stop completely. Falling to the floor, the room began to shake and twist in front of Emma's eyes as she heard a voice say ever so quietly, He's not safe.
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