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Bright was the light that was fixed at each ends. Making the room warm. Highlights the 2d cartoonist painting of a farm land that can't rival the reality it was met to prove.

Yet it should reflect as the sun. Watching bored on the cow feed.

Purple air was suddenly invest through the glass and those outside pinch on their notes and grip on their pen.

Visibly and shaken to the expected.

Yet.

Nothing happened. It was puzzling that the leader in charge suggested the process be repeated.

Again.

Again.

Again...

Nothing happened.

The cow was now purple, it's stop feeding after the smell of chemicals so intense. It's kneel to sleep.

" How..."

" Grey Arson... We need to talk."

Grey a tall lanky yet good looking fellow with round eye and half heart lips and slight bridge nose.

He became stud.

Excitement broke sweat, he didn't dare move under the eying disappointed and distain.

Edward pat the shoulder of his frozen friend, and Grey held his.

Their eye click lettering despair. Grey took his first step and his despair were determine not to down drown.

He walked away.

Failure. Caution was thrown.

The glass was taken off and the cow removed.

Powdering purple filled the air inhale by the ignorance of men.

A man scratch his arm rather violently.

Sweat steam on his face, he took deep air and was trying hard not to fall asleep but he didn't yawn. He didn't leave their either , until they came up with something...

Something that could change everything and their life.

Grey walked into the dim blueish glass room. He gently pat and the door spiraled.

Grey walked in and was greeted with a great punch.

His body sway and head spined, blood slip to the ground.

With difficulty he called the name of this of the person before him.

Arson Mac. A successful surgeon the finder of Do-nar and his father .

Eyes dare not look straight but fixed to the ground; at a point began to look very very shallow and close.

Tick-tock

Tick-tock

Tick-tock

Tick-tock

Tick... Tock.

Her chubby body struggle to fit the bulk bed. It creek and squeak and scream.

' they were going to go.'

The sleep within her eyes fade away. She sat up and the bed made a loud creak but nobody woke up.

Darkness out seem to lit up revealing the arrival of the new day.

' they will be gone."

Her huge body cast a shadow quite big.

Her expression sadden with droopy cheeks. In a room so long and full, the lits were dimmer showcase the beeping red from the camera that were made to be know exited.

Watching their every steps.

Luna didn't go to school but she knew how big this room was.

The bed were forward facing pierce into the wall. Lump of people whose warmth made it so small.

A calenders laid before a petition not so far away .Squared numbers of curtains hang yet so gloom and far that the wind can't blown.

She picked it up. Problem of being obsess would get in the way.

Luna picked it . Her thumb carrass the year if the calendar causing a stretch of the eye lid.

If she wasn't wrong... Sixteen years, sixteen years might have passed her by in this place so numb of losing and gaining and losing...

One can't tell what's real anymore.

She mutter and stared at the opening. It wasn't dark it bright and a pale sick man laid obedient to his bed.

But he wasn't sleeping. He stared at her and Luna had a fright.

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.

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"Again; again."

Ignore their dirty clothes, unkept hair, hallow cheeks, shallow eyes. One could say it was an happy morning.

The screams of the children surrounding urge for more bubbles. Luna would smile to the request.

Yet nor talks of the scales off flesh for her fat middle finger. Her blood drip to the ground; yet the children rumble movement would make it unnoticed.

She processed the process. Some her blood slash unto the children joyful face and for some reason would look eerie.

This process would repeat until the cycle bubble trayan would break apart and every one would disperses.

Food was richly serve, we get to wash off once a while.

Water running down Luna hair. She trying to ignore the teeing .

Clothes could be giving.

Luna clenching a similar white shirt and pant in a very large size and her face darken a bit.

Luna slipping on syrup as she couldn't eat. She only watch other eat but can't herself.

Most times allowed to run within the hall and then take back..

As donate.

Today was different. Luna was made to sip soup intead of drinking her usual grey liquid that smells.

They crack jokes and tell tales. Today was their last time together as the future was uncertain.

" Gram... Tell us about the great Riot!!!"

Gram was not an elderly woman but a young lady at mid 30's. She was haggard in appearance with a very short black hair and small eyes that was Asian like.

Gram was a talkative and could imagine a lot of things.

Her most abstract tale was about the great riot that happened 25 years ago.

Yet the death and blood shed became something to laughed about. Jokes to be cracked.

We were all gathered. Our preserve bottle of water was beside us.

Let's get drunk.

Our laughter was filled with bitterness and hatred against the rulers. It weren't bulletproof when when cursed and insulted them.

Then they lamented years before the dictator rulers came to be. Years that they might have not existence in.

Years told by Gram.

Luna laugh with them.

In the night within the extra bedsheets she cried. They were gone now.

And they weren't coming back.

The big machine door shut as the last child was strode away.