"No…no!" I shouted at the two men before me. The tall, blond one stepped closer; the look in his eyes made me want to run as far away as I could, but there was nowhere to run, I was trapped in a concrete box. I tried to at least find a way to defend myself but the metal cuffs chaining me to the wall dug into my wrists reopening barely healed wounds. He stepped close enough that I could feel his breath on my forehead. He was just inches away from me and I couldn't do anything to defend myself.
"Tell me your real name, 'Hunter'," He growled. The hair on the back of my neck slowly began to rise and I felt heat flooding to my face making the room seemingly glow white for a second.
Refusing to say anything, I gritted my teeth and cast my eyes down trying to ignore him.
"Look at me when I am talking to you!" the man shouted as pain burst into my check. I bit my lip to keep from crying out in shock that he had slapped me. Trembling, I slowly looked up into his eyes. They were cold, emotionless, and gray.
"Carver," another voice barked. The man in front of me whirled around and immediately stiffened when he was who it was. It was a higher ranked officer. "Boss wants to see you."
Carver turned around to narrow his eyes at me one last time. He stepped so close I could see the details in the stitching of his black uniform. "I'm not through with you," he threatened in a voice even lower than his already deep voice. I cringed when he raised his hand again at me before stepping out of the room before giving a nod to the other officer in the room. The other officer seemed to be about the same rank, average or so, as Carver as I noted from his almost identical uniform. This man didn't look quite as mean. He had emotion in his pale green eyes and he never threatened me. He only stood there day after day as Carver tried to get me to reveal the truth.
I closed my eyes and sighed back into the wall. It was cold and sent a shiver down my entire body. My clothes were becoming dirty after days of not bathing and they did nothing to keep me warm at night. I hadn't changed or bathed since the day the Population Police took me out of school and brought me to this…prison.
My eyes flicked open at the sound of a low rustle. I nearly jumped when the other guard was standing nearly the same distance as Carver was just seconds before.
"I'm sorry…" he whispered and tentatively brushed his fingers against my arm. I flinched at the touch and he immediately jerked back. Looking up into his eyes I saw something different from the rest of the officers—sorrow. My lips parted as if my subconscious was trying to think of something to say, but nothing would come out. His pale green eyes searched for something and as quickly as the moment had happened, he had left the room. Where he had touched me, my arm still tingled faintly.