Heroes Chapter 3

I kind of half woke up, but what I saw didn't make any sense, so I went back to sleep. When I woke up, for I think was, the seventh time, I looked around. I saw a metal roof and metal walls. Did it finally happen? Was I in jail? I slowly got up, not feeling rested at all. I saw that all I had to sleep on was a metal table that barely held me, a paper thin pillow, and a yellow blanket.

Last I checked, prisons didn't have cells that looked like crappy medical stations. I decided to get up and try to walk on my gelatin legs. They took my pack, as I expected. They didn't search my pockets, why? I walked over to the entrance. Maybe if I asked real nicely, I could get a glass of water.

What I saw didn't make any real sense either. I saw a big open room. It was dome shaped. I saw a computer on one of the end walls. A door here and there that lead to somewhere else. But this room had some tables here and there, and a desk, but the main thing was the computer with the giant monitor. I walked up to it. Where was I?

Just then, I jumped and turned around as I heard one of the doors slide open. Standing there was a short kid, with red hair, grey eyes, and glasses. He was looking at some sort of hand held device. He didn't notice me yet, so I ducked behind a table and strained to listen to his footsteps. When I heard him closing in I worked my way around the other end of the table and circled back around as quietly as I could. I looked around the corner at him and he was standing at the computer. He typed in something in his device and plugged it in. He started typing on the computer, completely oblivious to everything.

I took my chance, I stood up and crept up behind him. He was either really short for his age, or just really young, but I couldn't take any chances. I grabbed him and held him with my arm wrapped around his neck, not enough to choke him, but enough to hold him in place.

He started kicking and squirming. It was getting hard to hold this kid. I said, "Tell me where we are! Or I'll....I'll, I don't know, break your arm, or something." He settled down for a second. He said, "You're safe. My friends brought you here after saving you from those bank robbers." I let him go and he stepped away from me, breathing heavy. I just scared him, I didn't hurt him.

I said, "I'm sorry, I thought I was still captured. Where am I? Who are you?" He only straightened his collared shirt and said, "I am called a lot of things, but I prefer Dexter. As for where you are, this is my home. We call it the Punk Yard, do to the youths that keep finding themselves here." I said, "I'm Alexander." We shook hands. A different door slid open and I saw a group of kids around my age. (About fourteen or fifteen.) In front of the rest was the kid I recognized from that warehouse. He was the one who shot that man.