Angelina was sitting on a bench at the town skatepark with her two friends, one sitting on the bench with her as the other pegged rocks at t̸̝̃h̴͈̅e̷͖͑ ̴͔͌ṯ̶͊ẅ̵̫ḯ̴̲s̷̳͝t̷̥̑ė̷̙d̵̪͂ ̴͔͝t̷̩̓r̷͘ͅė̷̤ë̶͜s̴̘͐- she sat on the pavement of her parents' backyard, watching her younger brother and sister play on the grass until she felt her back become numb. Her vision begun to blur as her mother called her and her siblings inside, her brother and sister running back into the house before she could hear the echo in her head of her mother now calling out to her "Angelina!" the frustration in the woman's voice. Then, she started to feel herself fall backwards with the blurred grey sight of a man catching her before she could hit the ground.

367:18am = 'Day 15: 7:18am'
Angelina was sitting on her bed, staring at the wall in front of her before horribly jumping as the door of her room opened, a soldier stepping into the room as the second stayed outside the door "Patient 4N63L" the soldier coldly named as the girl slowly got off the bed and walked over to him, holding her hands out and allowing the man to put a set of handcuffs on her.
Ever since the vent incident and surgery, it's been ordered that whenever she is moved between rooms, she is to be cuffed and escorted by at least two guards.
The girl followed the soldier out of the room and down the corridor, the second soldier following close behind, however, Angelina was lost in thought.
"Why us?" Tom spoke up, harshly questioning Alex "Out of all the children in here- why are me and Angel treated differently?" he asked as Angelina looked over at him as Alex gladly answered Tom's question. "Because you two are... 'special' and 'gifted' second immortal life by two worldly celestials-" "Stop fucking around and coming up with bullshit" Tom snapped, interrupting Alex "Well sorry to inform you of the truth, but... to guarantee our Leader's and the Grey Army's future, by the end of this experimentation... you'll have to die" Alex stated coldly....
First the nonsense Alex was spouting off at her and Tom, then the wonderlandish information about their situation that Corey told her, now the altered memories consuming her dreams- she was starting to confuse reality and imagination, starting to question if this is all real, a horrid nightmare or now considering the possibility that she's actually dead and stuck in an endless loop in limbo or hell. All the theories that her friends- no, strangers, are coming up with and these thoughts of her own trying to debunk and solve this entire situation, it was starting to really hurt her head.
And the nearly endless walk down the corridor, her back still hurting a little yet every kid's room they passed, it was almost as if the entire centre and really turned into a mental institute. In one room, the door completely wide open, held a girl about the same age as Angelina, hung from the curtain railing by her bed sheets. Her skin was dead set pale, blackish bruising peaking out of her handmade noose and her eyes watery and red. A couple nurses had been tasked to take the girl down yet they had not begun as both were sickened and saddened by the sight of the poor child.

A couple doors down, a kid sat on his bed, muttering to himself as he rocked back and forth. And across the hall from him, another boy sat almost idle in the corner of his room, reciting delusional words "Dripping blood, sharp fangs, poisoned bite, to kill and die, dying will hurt her and him" over and over again as he dragged his finger in little circles on the wall he was staring at, having done the action for so long that the skin of the pad of his finger had begun to bleed and stain the wall.
Children suffering from nightmare-induced insomnia, kids screaming and crying at the top of their lungs, some silent and non-responsive, a few attempting to fight the soldiers, nurses and doctors entering their rooms and failing due to the lack of sleep and strength, and the start of suicide attempts that have always been stopped by a passing adult... except for the unfortunately successful one that occurred last night.
Angelina forced herself to look ahead and ignore the environment around her, continuing to follow the soldiers to the nurses' station where the girl's daily check-up was to occur.

Corey's eyes slowly opened, reminding himself that he was still in the surgical ward, still victim to Ted's twisted torture with Ethan laying on another bed beside him.
Ted had left to go fill out some paperwork and was due to be back in an hour to continue the 'treatment' he's been giving the two boys nonstop.
"You awake?" Corey found himself asking, turning his head towards the other boy "No" Ethan answered "...are you in pain?" "Why do you care?" he snapped back, pissing Corey off a little yet he kept his temper under control "I don't care what you are, you're still a kid" he stated "I'm decades older than you" the shadowed kid spat, throwing Corey off a little "...does age work differently for your kind-" "Why the fuck are you asking me useless questions?!" Ethan snapped, cutting off the human boy. "I'm trying to get to know you-" "I'll fucking kill you myself if you don't stop asking me stupid questions" Ethan hissed the threat as Corey rolled his eyes "...how did you know where we are and who had us without leaving the surgical ward?" Corey hesitantly asked "Doesn't matter" "It does, you're just being fucking stubborn" the boy stated as the shadowed boy growled under his breath.
"I've had experience with these people in the past- their leader is a god-wannabe" Ethan stated "Years ago, I was tricking into giving him something that I should've never given him and he'll use it to take over the realms" he shortly added, the human boy knowing that he was holding back a lot more information, but decided not to push it. "And the GACTC? how is torturing kids part of that plan?" Corey questioned "Because in order for him to properly control the thing he has now, he needs thorough research done on it's limits and ways of controlment" Ethan answered as the other boy's brows knotted 'We're not talking about an object here'. Corey thought for a moment before asking the next question on his head "And Ted's interest in us?" "Is really his leader's interest; you're part of the research, I'm just the entertainment" the shadowed boy stated, more concern and worry eating away at Corey's gut "Just how long have you been dealing with these people?".

"Four years, that I know of... I often attract a lot of unwanted attention" Ethan answered 'That's even more concerning' Corey thought before speaking again "...I'm sorry this is happening" "Don't" the shadowed boy warned in a cold voice, turning his head fully away from the other boy "It's my fault... it's always my fault" Ethan quietly stated, the slight pain in his voice sending Corey into silence.

Patryk walked down the corridor, a cold emotionless mask painted across his face as he stopped outside an open door, glancing into the room to see it as a makeshift staffroom for the soldiers of this building. Looking in the room, a couch filled with soldiers laughing, talking and drinking, coats hanging off the back of the couch with their backs to the imposter, and on the other side of the room was a door leading out into the adjacent corridor. He took a deep breath before taking the opportunity in front of him; Patryk stepped through the room as quietly as he could to not bring attention to himself and as he passed the back of the couch, he nicked an id card off of one of the coats without a sound or movement before continuing through the room and out the other door, into the next corridor, keeping his pace and calmness for the cameras eyeing the corridors.
Goal one: completed.
Going off the memorised layout of the building in his head, Patryk made his way over to the security room. Once at the door, he scanned the id card and the door unlocked, allowing him to turn the doorknob and open it. Patryk stepped into the thankfully empty room, closing and locking the door behind himself before settling down in one of the computer seats and setting his gaze on the monitors in front of him, it then shifting to the user manual sitting on the table in between himself and the monitors. He picked it up 'This will be handy' Patryk thought, doing a swift glance around the room to see there were no cameras in the room with him, then opening the book to find a handwritten sheet taped onto the inside of the manual cover stating which camera was what room. To test it was correct, he clicked on the camera that was supposed to be the surgical ward and that was the room that he gotten yet with an awful scene of two of the trapped kids cuffed to beds in one of the rooms "Shit..." Patryk muttered under his breath before silently watching the doctor return to the surgical room where the two kids were, unable to do a thing to stop it... all he could do was watch.

Dianne scanned her card before opening the door and stepping into Alex's office, carefully and quietly closing the door after herself before quickly stepping over to the filing cabinets on the far side of the room.
Before her and James attempt anything, she wants to get whatever evidence she can before Alex has the chance to get rid of it all. Anything to show the Red Army what was really happening at the GACTC instead of the proposed idea the Grey Army suggested, what Alex has really been doing.
She quickly looked in each drawer, finding patient file after patient file, then tried the bottom drawer, finding it locked. Dianne darted over to Alex's desk, going through the desk drawers as quick as she could to find this cabinet key before coming across a journal. Her brows knotted as she opened it to the first page.

18.01.2016
Frank called me into his office to discuss the research project that will begin next week yet I was both rather surprised and intrigued by the conversation we ended up having.
The research my team was originally conducting was the mental health of children aged twelve to eighteen as lately the depression and anxiety levels of teenagers in all realms have recently spiked highly during the last two years; this project was designed to interview a selection of teenagers throughout each town and city in each realm and with the data, determine the main cause or causes that is making such a high spike of mental impact on this generation of children, this project was going to be completely funded by the armies and council. However, Frank had suggested a new research project: The Ghyrduraq Curse, also known as the 'Hypnotic Curse'. Find the hundred and thirteen holders of the curse and carry out a series of experiments and research on both the holders and curse itself; the limits of the curse's benefits (eg: how close to death a child could reach with the curse continuing to keep them alive), the sanity levels, mental and physical health it would keep them at and above all, he wants to find the first and second curse carriers, the 'Brother' and 'Grey Son'. Honestly, when he first made the suggestion, I generally thought he was messing with me and joking around, yet once he started explaining every little detail of this new project, I was both dumbfounded and interested in every word that left his mouth. I loved the idea and agreed to the project change. It was a challenge, an exciting one, one that my own brother was kind enough to offer me full control over and I took it. It came with a catch though: no one, not even Dianne, can know of the real reasoning for the new project.
We have finalised all of the tests and experiments, every little detail had been discussed and covered, he even gave me a complete list of registered names and locations of every curse carrier and added a witch onto my team to perform some sort of time-stopping spell, making sure that there is no unnecessary attention brought to the project and army.
One of the reasons Frank had suggested this project was to keep the first and second curse carriers and 'Brother' from triggering their curses and to find a cure for his son, my dear nephew, who is also a curse carrier. I don't care whether or not the Red Leader or council board have approved this project change, I'm now pledged to the Grey Army and am willing to do whatever it takes for my family.

Dianne stood shocked at the journal entry, pushing herself to keep reading.
Pages upon pages listing every single torturous experiment and test done on each and every patient... it made her almost vomit by the words alone.
And then her eyes started to read the latest entry.

27.01.2024  [Hour 366]
My observation on the footage of Patient CØ12Y and G4M12R undertaking yet another round of electrotherapy: both continue to hold a firm bounded connection to each other. There has not been a sliver of disconnection throughout every round, even now. The curse linking them is diffidently stronger than we originally guess, resulting in the confirmation that Patient CØ12Y and G4M12R are-

"Satisfying read you got there, Dianne?" a voice hissed, snapping the poor woman's attention up from the book and over to the office door where Alex stood, horrid and disapproving scowl drawn over his face "Alex-" "What influenced you enough to break into my office and go through my things?" the man cut Dianne off "Says the man who blindly followed his brother's orders- you're torturing children with the Hypnotic Curse!" she accused. "You did all of this just to find the first and second hypnotic? to let the Grey Leader kill the 'Brother'?" "I did it for my nephew!" Alex boomed, sending Dianne into terrified silence "My family comes before anyone- what if our child was cursed by some creature? wouldn't you want to cure them?" he harshly questioned "There is no cure for the Hyp-" "You have spoken your peace" he cut her off again.
Alex called in a couple soldiers that had been standing outside the room "Take Miss Thompson to the surgical ward and keep her there until my child is born" he ordered "I don't want a single hair on her harmed" Ale warned as the soldiers stepped over to Dianne, grabbing a soldier each and guiding her out of the office and the last thing she saw from Alex, a cold glare of hatred and betrayal.