Travis Axel
Travis had walked back to the hall after telling the others it was safe. He had sat himself on a chair on one of the corner tables, hoping to be able to be alone to think. So they make us breathe this gas and then what? Trav thought to himself, a lot of puzzling ideas were whizzing through his brain. Inside he felt different, like he had just been brought back from death, he imagined a funny thought, him knocking on the door to deaths house and kicking him in the nuts then legging it. He laughed quietly to himself as more people walked in through the door. Letting his smile drop he started to remember the horrors of his home life. Don't even think about it man, we are away from all that now. He clenched his fist as the memories came back, his dad blaming him for losing his mothers $750 medication even though he never touched it and the time his dad thought he was bunking school because his cousin stopped driving him there in the mornings, Therefore ending up in him getting grounded for 3 months and beaten everyday of that 3 months. Deep down inside him the pain was stacking. Even though Travis was patient and looked happy 24/7 he just let it build up. Now the pain from breathing in that gas and remembering his drunk dad had unleashed the worst thought from his mind, he always hid from the thought of wanting to kill his dad but now he was siding with the thought. His eyes narrowed as he imagined how he would set fire to his bed with him asleep in it or even stab him expectedly. Then snapping out of his thoughts he heard a voice over an intercom system, "You have two minutes to get out of the room." Travis looked to the corner of the room where a security camera was watching them all. He knew whatever that gas did to them they were all about to find out.