I am not enjoying this. I am not enjoying this at all.

"Milo hurry up," Zeke started,"If we wanna get out of here you need to crawl faster. You're like 10 feet behind me already!" It was so small in the air vent, so I had barely any space to actually move. I wasn't understanding how it was so easy for Zeke. He was bigger than me! I hate being so fat.

"You are NOT fat! Gosh I hate it when you say things like that," I did not mean to say that out loud. How did I not realize that? Great. Now I'm gonna be hearing his annoying nagging voice by the time we get out of here. I could hear Zeke mumble things to himself silently. Not loud enough for me to hear, but I bet he wishes he could say those smart ass comments to me. I wouldn't care. I honestly think he should. I probably deserve it, but why care what I say?

I could hear some sirens going off. It scared me. I wondered if Zeke was scared. I knew for sure he wouldn't tell me with his massive ego in the way, but I knew that he knew I was scared. I'm not really the type of person to hide their feelings. Being a jinx doesn't help that. Mostly when I'm in a negative mood and I start to effect things around me. It might sound cool to lift things up with telekinesis, but not when you don't have control over it.

I noticed that Zeke stopped.
"Zeke?" I whispered, "what are you doing?"
No answer.

I asked again.

No answer.

"Zeke!?"I hissed at him.
He shook at the sound of my voice. "Zeke what's wrong?" I asked getting annoyed with him for not answering me.
"Nothing... I just.... I had to stop and think for a second," he answered. Finally.
"Are you sure? That seemed like a really long pause," I stated.
"Enough with the questions! Let's just hurry up and go!" He snarled. I did not appreciate this bad attitude of his. What crawled into his pants and made him all grumpy?
"Im not the leader here," I told him. "You're the one who stopped ya booty face, so let's go," I said while poking his butt.
He started to move forward again while I followed. While following I looked down to figure out why zeke had stopped. My eyes widened in horror. I stopped moving unlike him who was still moving. There was so many of them. Children. Helpless children being tortured for selfish reasonings. I choked on a sob.

They're just like me. They were brought here for experimenting no questions asked. It hurts knowing others have to go through the same pain you did. This is the only place I've lived in. I've never been anywhere else but here. Always being able to hear the piercing screams of innocent people. Always being scared. Always being alone. It would've stayed that way if I hadn't of met my brother Zeke. I've always dreamt of having a family but I never expected to get Zeke. I never would've guessed he was related to me. Him out of all people. Him and I are practically opposites. Him being the sly cocky one and me being the clumsy shy one.

When we both climbed out of the vent I was still teary eyed. He still didn't look at me. He knew why I was crying, but he still stayed the silent. After I was done being a cry baby we continued finding our way out.
He grabbed my wrist to keep me with him at all times, cause it totally helped last time. We decided to speed walk this time and while walking I looked through the many windows. I saw the children again.
I looked down at the floor not wanting to see them suffer. I could feel Zeke's grip tighten around my wrist to the point Where it started to really hurt.
I didn't say anything because I didn't want him to know he was hurting me. Why? Because I don't want to make what ever is going on in his head any worse. He can use me as a punching bag for all I cared. I know that sounds bad but I'm used to it anyway and I deserve it. I ruined his life. It's all my fault.

I ruined his life.

I ruined his life.

Its all my fault.

I'm so selfish.

Its all m-

"Milo?" I could hear Zeke's voice. He sounded worried. Why would he be worried? There's no reason to be worried.

He's never worried. Why now? I'm probably just imagining things.

"MILO!?"
Ok I know for sure that wasn't just a voice in my head.
"Milo! Stop!" He shouted. Was I doing something? I don't know what I'm doing. I can't move. I can't talk either. Can I open my eyes?
I open my eyes to see Zeke. And me.
"M, Stop!!" He hissed at her-or me,"We're gonna get caught! What are you even doing!?" She covered his mouth roughly, shutting him up.
Is this a dream? What kind of dream is this!? Why am I just standing here?
"Hey, stop that!!" I scream at her. She ignores me and stares at Zeke dead in the eyes. Zeke doesn't even try to show he notices me either. Its like they're in their own little world.
She grins. It wasn't the good type of grin. It was more of a psychotic grin.

Zeke started to struggle in her grasp. She had a good grip on his neck and wouldn't budge even if it cost her her own life. "Who are you!?" I shout with confusion. She responds by transforming her right arm into a giant sharp blade made of glass. A type of glass that doesn't break no matter what you use. I've seen it before because I have the same weapon.

I stare in horror at the scene before me. I shout Zeke's name. Can't he see me? I panic and grab the clones arm before she can do anything. She stilled and slowly turned her head to look at me. Her eyes were dark and you could clearly see the insanity in them. Was that really what I looked like?

I looked over at Zeke to see him looking at her with a confused expression.
"Z-Zeke? W-whats w-wrong?" My voice quivered as I spoke. The clone put three of her fingers on his forehead and he suddenly froze up.

"W-What the hell did you d-do to him!?" I let go of her and tried to back away but she grabbed me. I suddenly felt a sharp pain go through my stomach. I looked down and saw she impaled me through the stomach. Who was she? Is this something in the future? No...this is where me and Zeke were last. I dont understand. The pain wasn't bad at all. It honestly felt...numb.

It didn't feel right. Am I so used to the pain it just feels numb now?

My clone yanked my face towards her and harshly whispered, "You all belong to me whether you like it or not."

I blacked out.

I wake up laying on someone. I get up and look down to see Zeke sleeping peacefully. I start to shake him roughly to get him to wake up.
"Zeke!? Wake up!!" I hissed at him, "We need to get out of here, or else someone will find us!!"
I'm honestly surprised nobody has already found us. I'm not sure how long we've been here, but It felt like forever.

I suddenly remember the clone and being impaled. I quickly lift up my shirt and my eyes widen. I look at my tummy to find nothing. Nada. No scars, No marks or anything.

I gasp at the sight. There is no way that was a dream! It certainly felt real. I start to get nervous.
Was it a dream? Am I just slowly turning insane without realizing it!?
Possibly....

"HEY YOU!! FREE-" I quickly look up to see a guard. Frick.
But is he...blushing?
"Uh...y-your s-shirt...," he points down at my shirt. I look down to see my shirt still pulled up to where you can see my chest and quickly pull it down.

I feel my cheeks heat up and start to blush furiously. Not as much as him though. He looked redder than blood. I then notice that this was the guard that me and Zeke ran into earlier. The one who shot Zeke.
I start to freak out, so I try shaking Zeke awake again. The guard points his gun at me. Threatening me.
"Don't move," he threatened, "I will shoot."
I ignored him and continued finding ways to wake up my brother.
"Listen to me. I'm serious," he warned. Finger on the trigger. Continuing to ignore him I decided to try and carry Zeke to safety until he wakes up.
"WHY WONT YOU LISTEN TO ME!!?" I cringe at the sound of his loud voice and almost drop Zeke. I turn to look at him.
"W-What? I'm a prisoner that's trying to escape so my role is to run away from you. And y-you're a perverted guard that's trying to get us." I make a face at him.
"What!? I'm not perverted!! Its your fault for having your shirt up like that when there is obviously people around here!!" He's blushing again.
I smirk.
This boy is a teenager, so how else would a teen react? His reaction is priceless! I'm actually having the same reaction as him, but not as bad.
"Stop trying to make this awkward!!" He shouted.
I try my best to hold in my laughter. His nervousness made me nervous. Did my body look that bad? I don't have the perfect body, but I don't think it's too bad. Maybe its worse than I thought.

I shake my head trying to think straight. Stop Milo. He's bad and he wants to kill you! I wish Zeke was awake. Unlike me Zeke always knows what to do. Which sucks butt. Being the dumb sister isn't fun at all.

I shift Zeke's position on my back a little bit because it was getting kind of uncomfortable. Would it be a bad idea to try and fight this dude and then escape? I can't let him follow me or capture me.

So many options, so little time.