For the most part, I couldn't recall anything that I saw while dreaming due to my drug-induced coma.

All that I could remember though, was that it was sudden, and quick. I didn't know how long I was out, but I knew one thing.

It would be a long time before I'd get home.

I slowly opened my eyes, and the first thing I could feel was a familiar throbbing pain, as if I had a major concussion. Or I had a migraine, both could've worked for my situation.

Then I noticed the feeling of cold metal pressed smoothly against my wrists, and the rope that bound me to the metal chair.

I shook my head, and I turned my head in a frantic motion, trying to get a bearing on my situation. I groaned, and I attempted to move my arms.

They strained against the bindings. Just my luck, why I thought I could move alluded me. I blinked my eyes several times to make sure that I was awake.

I was, and I had... Absolutely no idea as to where I was. That much was obvious. I turned my head to become more aware of my surroundings.

As far as I could tell, I was in an old, stereotypical prison cell in movies. The walls were a pale grey pile up of large bricks, layers and layers, all the way to the ceiling, where a single lamp hung, if I could even call it a lamp. It was really just a light bulb that was attached to a single wire.

A single wooden framed bed was placed on the dirt floor five feet away from me, and a simple toilet and sink was on the other side of the room.

"Hello? Where am I?" I asked aloud.

Nobody answered me, go figure. So I opted for my next option. I assumed from the lack of an answer that I was alone, and so I began to think about a plan that could get me out of my current accommodation.

'What if I could cut the bindings?' I thought to myself. I shook my head slightly, even if I cut the bindings, I still had absolutely no way of getting out of the room.

In my bout of frantic searching, I was unaware of the screechy, creaking sound of a door opening. "Don't bother." came a gruff voice, and I snapped my head over in the direction.

There stood several men, all in similar clothing; a dark grey military-styled jacket adorned with several different adornments, of different colors and sizes and shapes rested on their right shoulders. They wore a matching set of pants, and black shoes. 

The leading man was rather short, but he was built like a body builder. His slouching posture didn't seem to help his height. He had a somewhat pale complexion, his skin seemed to be teeming with various birthmarks, or, I hoped that they were birthmarks. And after studying him, I realized that he had a rather odd trait- he had bicolored hair, patches of his hair a dirty blonde while others were a bright red, which was disheveled and short, almost as if he hadn't showered in a few days. And his eyes were a dark, stormy grey, and they seemed tired, as dark bags highlighted the underparts of his eyes. 

Both of his partners seemed to tower over him, being at least nearly a foot taller than him. The one on his left was like a stereotypical silent killer in media- he was well built, tan, his ruby red gaze kept on the ground, unwavering. His expression was firm, and it was kept in an intimidating stare. He had slicked back dark brown hair that was medium length, which only made me think that they could be with the mafia. The man on the right was just as built as his partner, but he was staring dead forward, and he had a hazel eye, emphasis on eye. This man only had a single eye as far as I could tell, no pun intended. Where his other eye should be was a dark eyepatch, and several scars seemed to run through it.

I gulped, not speaking a single word, afraid of what would happen if I even opened my mouth. I didn't know which man spoke, but the way his voice sounded shook me up a bit.

"You're probably wondering who we are young man?" the short man asked. I just looked at him blankly, still trying to wake myself up.

I slowly nodded my head towards him. "Well that's not important, what is important is that now we have all we need..." he slowly approached me, leaving his partners behind as they stood guard at the door.

He glided across the floor until he was within three feet of me. He then slouched sowubin jto meet my gaze. He reached out a hand to carelessly grab my chin, and he forced me to move my head around as he examined it.

"I wonder how they did it..." he breathed.

I kept my mouth shut as I was afraid of what would happen. He continued, "Oh how naive you truly are young man... This world is filled with many wonders, some..." he looked me in the eyes, "More peculiar than others."

His voice was making me quiver in fear. "W-who-"

"Who we are isn't important, lile I said before... Who you are though," he put emphasis on 'you', he pet out a sinister chuckle, "Now that is the fun part... Your parents changed the world, blessed it with a new idea that embraced the peculiar. And you're the key to it." He released his grip on my face, and he began to pace around me.

"What do I have to-"

"Do with it? That's where things get... Dicey, but don't worry," he explained, and he stopped right behind me, he leaned down, his arms rested on either side of me, "It will be fun... For me at least." he replied into my ear.

Forget quivering, his voice made me down right shiver with fear. That statement would repeat itself over and over for my time there.

The man stepped back, "Unbind him, its time for the fun to begin..." he replied, and he turned his back on me. His partners approached me, and the quickly unbound my wrists, and they each used an arm to carry me to another cell. There, I was laid out on a table and strapped down to it. I resisted them of course, but my efforts were futile as they easily forced me to their will.

Over the course of my time in this place, I barely learned anything about the people observing me. They just would come in, attatch several pads and needles on me in different, the needles didn't really hurt at all, and he pads were usually placed on my head.

They'd run tests on me, and then it'd happen.

Everytime after they were done testing me, a sudden wave of pain would wash over me, and it flared up in a different place every day. The first day it was my head, a blinding, burning pain that caused me to always curl up in a ball, and do my best to not break down into tears.

I slowly began to realise early on that I needed to get out of there. And quickly.

So a plan brewed in my head, and I began to slowly get stronger than I was.

And how did I do that?

Simple. I worked out. Quite literally, I'd do excercises in my cell, as they barely had anyone inside to watch what I did when they weren't testing me.

Every day, I walked past a platform that was barely guarded. It wasn't that tall, and there was a single stand that was in the middle. I immediately recognised it.

I had spent many hours studying every blueprint that my parents designed. It was a teleporter, or at least a really early design of it. If I could go on that prototype, I could input my home address into it, and then I'd be home free.

Even though I didn't learn much about them, there was a single person that I got to know well enough to be considered a potential friend.

His name was Xander, and this guy was the complete opposite of them- Xander was considerate, kind, and he actually cared for my well being, enough so that I was fed enough, and we talked to each other, so he kept me good company. He kept me from going insane.

Xander was a thin boy who was slightly younger than me by about a year. He had short, spiked up platinum blonde, almost white, hair that was around half an inch in length, and he had silver eyes that were hidden behind thick glasses, and silver duct tape held the frame of the glasses together. He often seemed to be on the pale side, but I guess that was due to his achromatosis.

Whenever he'd bring me food, we'd end up talking a bit, and I understood that he was kindof like me. He was in this place because of his parents, but he didn't want to be here.

After a few weeks, I brought up an idea. "Help me get out of here..." I stated suddenly one day as he broight me lunch.

"What? Out? Of here?" Xander chuckled nervously, "I-I can't do that. It'd be too obvious that it's me." he stuttered, his hands shaking so much that I could see the tray he held in his hands shaking. I could tell that he was nervous with what I told him.

"Not while I'm eating," I replied, and Xander let out a sigh of relief as he set down the tray, "While they take me to testing is a better way to escape." I grinned.

Xander looked at me with a worried look, "Look Marcus, you seem like a nice guy, but I don't know if you can rely on me to help you leave here..." he explained to me.

"All I need is a sharp knife?"

"Excuse me?" Xander asked politely, and he looked me in the eye.

"You heard me right. A. Sharp. Knife." I enunciated every word as I explained it to him.

"What are you going to do?" Xander sat down on the ground next to me.

"You know the platform with a stand over by the testing room?" I asked him.

Xander nodded his head, "Uh yeah, why you ask?"

"Well," I began, "It's a prototype teleporter designed by my parents. If I could go there, I can leave here..."

Xander thought for a moment. "As soon as you would teleport away, they'll be after you, but," Xander stood up, and he paced the room for a few seconds, "That teleporter hasn't been used in a while... Of course! That's the one!"

"Excuse me?" now it was my turn to be confused.

"When I first began my time here," he began, "My parents warned me about the teleporter. That it was the first prototype, and is very unstable. It will completely unstable. I bet that with a few tweaks, I can make it so unstable that it will collapse. I'd just need enough time to make the adjustments."

"And after that, you get me the knife, and I'll take care of the rest. I will get out of here, they won't be able to follow me because the teleporter will collapse in itself, and nobody will know of your involvement. Wait, how will you get close enough to it without raising suspicion?"

"I have an idea. It will involve me talking to my parents to see if I could clean the teleporter these next few weeks."

"Great. Sounds like a plan then."

Xander smiled, "Indeed. I... Will miss out conversations though..."

I smiled softly at him, "That's fine. I will too. Now come on," I ate my food in a few minutes, "We've got a prison breakout to plan."