Kat's POV

Over the next few days, a plan begins to develop in my head. Not exactly the most brilliant, but it does have a shot at success. I sit at a table in Jason's room, drawing a map of the building on my paper.

"Hey," Jason says, opening the door and walking in.

"Hi," I murmur, not daring to peel my eyes off the paper.

"Quinn says we can go outside and walk around town now. C'mon, it'll be good for you."

I shake my head. "No time. They're trying to keep us busy. If we're bored, then suddenly our imagination and desperation multiplies."

Jason sighs. "If you go outside with me for a few hours, I'll help you with the plan."

I smirk. "You were going to help me no matter what."

I hesitate for a moment. It's been a really long time since I've even set a foot outside. It might be stuffier in here than back in The Walls. A few more days like this, and I might go insane before the plan is even in motion.

"Fine," I mumble.

Jason grins. "Great! Quinn says she'll get you ready."

"What?" I snarl furiously.

"Just deal with it. Apparently we can't go outside without looking at least a little presentable."

Yep. They're definitely turning into The Walls. I wouldn't be surprised if The Walls had begun like this before they completely warped our genetics. History just can't stop repeating itself. Even with how advanced humanity has become, we're still the pathetic worms that we started out as.

I decide to comply and put on my mask of friendliness that I've mastered over the years. Quinn is just as bubbly as ever. I don't know how I'm able to restrain myself from ripping her head off here and now.

"I'm glad you've accepted this life," Quinn says in a harder tone. "Despite what you've seen in the past."

Oh, right. The part where you've been torturing my friends in the cruelest way imaginable.

"But I guess that's just your culture. You need the sense of authority over you. It's your nature, and what a masterpiece of it you are. It's fascinating to see someone so invincible be the weakest and most vulnerable creature on the planet."

"I could kill you right now," I snarl furiously. The faint sweetness I was hiding under crumbles. I bolt up from the chair, where I was sitting while she did my hair.

"Oh, but you couldn't. We've had so many weeks to study your people. We know all your weaknesses, the ways to control you, and the ways to even spike up that large temper that you all seem to be unable to control."

I can't help but shake my head and laugh. My lack of sleep only fuels the rage I feel now. "You can't control me!"

Quinn gives a frosty smile. "Consider yourself controlled."

In one swift movement, she pulls out a gun and aims for my knee. Her aim is a little off when she pulls the trigger, so the bullet hits my lower thigh.

I hit the ground with a loud thump, screaming in agony. Uncontrollable tears stream down my face. I cradle my leg, gasping like a fish out of the water.

"Awe, don't worry, sweetie. It'll heal soon enough," Quinn laughs.

Sudden dread fills my stomach when she reaches in her pocket once more and pulls out some odd looking device. I'm convinced that this woman is the spawn of Satan.

When she presses a blue button on the device, screeching explodes in my head. A constant ringing that sends me rolling on the floor sobbing. I press my hands on to my ears, which is no use because the sound is in my head.

The ringing stops and Quinn approaches me. I can't help but shrink away a little. She grabs my chin and forces it into her direction, leaving me no choice but to look her in the eye.

"You're mine now, Katerina. The sooner you accept that, the easier this all will be. Now, how about we continue getting ready for your fun day with your boyfriend?"

I'm trembling violently now. "Wh- what was that sound?"

"Something we put in your head during the procedure you recently had. It's very effective, huh?"

Twenty minutes later, I'm fit into an elegant looking, white dress that goes just above my knees. The sides of my hair are braided and connected in the back of my head. They tried to cover up my dark circles by applying a skin colored, thick liquid on my face, but I don't think it helped much. Then there's my tattoo-- which they can't really do anything about.

I lift up my dress to check on my leg. The bullet wound is completely erased. The only trace of anything ever being there is a very faint scar. Rage fills my lungs. She wants me to be terrified of her, and I gave that bitch just what she wanted.

I open the door and find Jason waiting there for me. It's a shame he wasn't a few minutes ago, when Quinn was torturing me.

Jason looks just as we would if The Walls took him, cleaned him up, and forced him to live there. I can tell it bothers him. He squirms in the stiff clothing and there's faint traces of a grimace on his features.

It bothers me too. This isn't the real Jason. This isn't the real us.

Author's Note:
I know that updates have been really slow. They're getting faster! It's summer and I have a lot more time on my hands.