The Mistake | Colby Brock

Chapter Fifty-One-Jokes and Bruises

Jordan's pov
I'm fed a thick textured meat in front of me. David has weirdly gotten the courage to let me roam the place freely, but there is a security guard at every corner. At least i don't have chains on me. Right now i was in the jail style cafeteria, chewing on my loaf and staring down one of the guys. Trying to get one of them to even glance at me. I was about two feet away, sitting down with my legs up on the table just eyeing him. "So, how long have you been working here?" No answer. I leaned closer to him squinting my eyes and i didn't even get a flinch. I lean to his ear slowly before speaking. "Where you there when the lab blew up?" I asked looking at his eyes again. His left eye twitched causing a smile to form on my face. Hey at least it's something. "Ohh, so you're an og huh?" I chuckle at his slight but sudden movement that anyone could've missed it, but not me. I sit back in my chair and lean back looking at him. "Hate to break it to you bud but i was the one that caused the explosion, ya know 474? That was all me." Extending the last word, i swear i saw a single drop of sweat fall from his forehead. "Awe poor baby, did you lose your bestfriend because of my mistake?" I asked in a tone people use on babies. He mumbles something under his breath causing another guard on the opposite side of the room to jerk in our direction. "What was that bubba?" I asked giggling at him. Oh this was gonna be fun. I stand up from my chair and stand directly in front of him, me barley reaching his chest. "Did i kill your friends, your partner in crime? Your family maybe?" He quickly looks at me before turning back to his stance. "I don't believe i've properly introduced myself, i'm Jordan." I hold my hand out for a handshake that he doesn't return. "My friends call me Jet, but you probably know me by Jordan Sky's." I pull my hand back before range pours out of him. Yep he definitely knows me, didn't know i had that much cred here. I smile at him before earning a punch to the face right on my nose, he lunges at me right after, i was so dazed i barley dodged his hit by a millisecond, right as i'm going to punch back two other guards out of the blue tackle him to the ground. They hold him in place as he struggles against them as he curses at me. Something about how i killed his whole crew blah blah blah i didn't listen to the rest. I watch right as i'm yanked back by another dude, being dragged by a grip that wrapped around my whole arm. "Oh c'mon! Loosen up i was just having some fun! If anything the dude should control his PTSD." The guy throws me out of the cafeteria without a word as i fall on the floor. "Fucking kids," i hear him mumble making me laugh that immediately caused pain to my face. I groan and stand up, walking among the steel grey halls. I touch my nose and see blood dripping down my fingers. Damn he got me good. I smirk and trace my hands on the wall, not even caring if my blood smudged on it. I look at the end of the hall seeing a sign named 'bathroom' and walk into the room. It's a small room with a cracked mirror, classy if you ask me. I go straight to the sink to wash my face off, the cold water stinging my face. I groan in pain as it shot straight to my head, i wad up some toilet paper that's thinner than my will to live in a ball. I chuckle at myself thinking wow i'm a top comedian , i mean not Brennen Taylor funny but mediocre-never-been-outside-funny, in a way. I keep my head low so i don't choke on any access blood that can slip down my throat and soak the paper in water before pressing it on my skin. I hear the door open loudly making me flinch slightly before rolling my eyes and looking over. A semi tall tanned man stands at the doorway in full on padding, kinda like a police officer with ten times the amount of weapons he has on them. "Ooh Rich got you good didn't he?" He chuckled before reaching into his pocket. I turn my body to him, just so i'm not completely defenseless and slowly back away. "Rich, that's his name. He never actually told me." I responded with a bit of worry, i didn't know if i was going to get pepper sprayed, or my new hating getting tased. He looks at me and smiles at my expression before looking back down. "Sky's chill out i'm not going to tase you," did this man just read my mind or something? He pulls out a thick bandage, extending his hand to offer to me. I slowly walk up to him as he waves it in the air waiting for me to take it. I grab it, tossing my piece of toilet paper in the bin next to me hearing the clink of it going in. "Thanks? You'd be surprised by the amount of times i've been tased since i arrived. It's not necessarily on my bucket list for it to happen again." I smile before going to one of the cracks in the mirrors and peeling off the paper of the bandaid. "Oh i've heard, im surprised you're still alive." He says in a tone making me furrow my eyebrows. I turn back to him and give him a weird look before responding. "Do you realize i've been here for thirteen years of my life? I've been through hell and back homie," i was fuming, but it was too late for me to shut up now. I was just getting started actually. "I've had my parents killed in front of my eyes, i was ripped away from the only family i ever had, ripped away from the friends i made and the boyfriend i cared about right before i got here. I've even been nearly drowned and lit on fire by separate body parts, electrocuted you name it. I've been made into a human weapon and i had no say in it, my kill count is probably over a thousand by now and i'm not even talking about animals." By this time tears were leaving my face but i only put my focus on keeping eye contact with this guy. He was looking back at me with watery eyes as i tried to get my point across. "I've been made into a hamster for people to test on in the lab, 474 wasn't all my fault, it was the chemicals injected into me so much at a time that my body couldn't handle. I don't know anything about you but people like me, gifted people get new abilities to do things when they get older but the capacity is two, three maybe if you forced it. I have five currently and i still have more to explore because of the stupid shit that's been out inside of my body, so what's your excuse to being here?" I couldn't stop the sob that took over my words as i covered my mouth and clenched my bruising stomach. I shut my eyes in attempt to stop my useless crying when i felt arms wrap around me, startling me. I realized i was being pulled into a hug i didn't know i needed. I didn't hug back but instead i cried as i leaned my head closer to his chest. The touch of his padded vest bringing a soft comfort. "I need the money to support my family, i have a six year old at home with an amazing wife. I couldn't imagine losing them, you're strong for it." He says pulling out of the hug. I wipe my extra tears away before taking a step back and holding my hand out to greet him. "You can call me Jet." "And you can call me Max."

a/n: ok so i've been looking at past chapters- they're kinda bad omg. some of them make no sense in my mind i swear i'm trying to get used to this whole writing thing. in no way am i an experienced writer unless you count the prompts done in english class lmaooo. if i could re write those, only the ones i really don't like, should i? or should i just leave them for progress? i feel like i'm getting the hang of this but at the same time it's kinda eh yk? pleaseee leave me any sort of feedback if it's here or messaged to me ! i want good content for you guys!