You're trapped.

Locked in a facility with other freaks like you.

Freaks . . . all of you have possess powers which can be used for good or evil, and the unknown people who have taken you are no-where to be seen. You have to fight to survive in this strange, cruel facility you have been dumped in.

It's no good but I wanted to do a quick one

My bio:

Name: Holly Winters

Age: 13

Looks: Pale snow-white skin, slim figure, ice-blue eyes, rich brown hair.

Personality: Mysterious. Portrayed as hostile as she rarely talks or befriends anyone but is actually sensitive at heart.

Power/ability: Healer

I yawn deeply, eyes still closed,wondering why I haven't been shaken awake yet. Usually I never get up before my mum forces me out of the serene comfort of my soft bed. I roll over, and the loud squeak made causes my body to freeze. My blood runs cold and my neck suddenly feels itchy and exposed. The creak . . . it sounds like that of a bed of metal; not my old wooden one.

My eyes fly open. What the hell . . .? The sheets of my bed are rough and scratchy and starched. My bedside table with my multi-coloured lamp on it is absent. The bed is indeed metal; not wood. "Omigod, omigod, omigod," I whisper to myself. This is not my small blue-and-white room. It's way too large and I certainly don't sleep in the same room as a hyperventilating eleven-year old with flaming carrot hair.

I feel sick to my stomach - not to mention scared out of my very skin. I've been kidnapped . . . oh God. Numerous images of child abuse flash through my mind and I scream out loud in terror. The other girl stops and stares at me with wide, fearful eyes and tucks her knees in so that her head is resting on them.

"Who's there?" she says, her voice wobbling. "W-what are you g-going to do to me? Why am I here?"

I ignore her, and try to quell the flames of my fear. Logical thinking, Holly. Come on.

I swing my legs round the bed and stand up, placing my bare feet on the cold flooring. Also metal. My fingers run across the wall. Undoubtedly metal. Impossible to escape from. I curse loudly and stamp the ground in frustration, because the other choice is to break down and weep but there's no way that me, Holly Winters, will do that. No. I'm a practical girl.

I start moving across the room, searching for an exit, tuning out the other girl's pleas and sobs so that I am not reduced to the weak state she is in now.

I walk out after Mr Caveman, scowling at his broad back. Nevertheless, if trouble arises, he'll probably have the upper hand in a fight or something since he's so tall and wide. Plus, he can cover me easily.

I do a quick assessment of my surroundings, and it is confirmed that this whole place - whatever and wherever it is - is completely and utterly metal. The hallway stretches down about a hundred metres to my right and fifty to my left; a large oblong tube with two other doors leading off it.

The guy who threatened me back in the room I woke up stops abruptly and I almost run into his back.

"What is it?" I snap.

He seems frozen in time. I slowly inch round his large frame to look at what has startled this oaf so much. I gasp as I take in the sight before me.

"What's happening?" I cry. I swear bits of my soul are tearing away as I watch this grotesque bit of torture in front of me. I fully realise how dangerous a situation I'm in. Like, there's someone being slowly killed in front of me and I only woke up five minutes ago.

"Someone help!" I scream.

I recoil from the thin, strange arms enveloping me, screaming like a lunatic, screaming screaming screaming, out of plain emotion, driven mad by the scene of torture in me, this foreign place and these cruel sadistic people. I scream, not stopping even though my throat feels rougher than sandpaper and my eardrums are going to implode. Screaming like if I scream long and hard enough, I'll wake up in my bed, and it'll all be a terrible nightmare.

It doesn't happen.

I stand indifferent to the stares and glares I am thrown, but quiet, sneaking a timid look at the person who hugged me.  Who knows? Maybe she's one of these monsters capable to reducing people to  . . . to whatever this gruesome thing  in front of me is.

I pass a hand over my face as the embarrassment sets in. That was not like me. I'm always strong. Unbreakable. But now, I'm as shaken and fragile as a leaf falling in the autumn.

Breaking.

Cracking.

Fading.

Falling.

Dying . . . ? 

"Stop it!" I say when his screams start to fade and most people have slowly backed out of the hallway. "Stop!"