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“We are the people that you hate. We are the bastards that you created. A generation with no place, a generation of all your sons and daughters.” Smile Empty Soul

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Setting: SmileVille2011-07-10 02:31:00, as written by Spectrum
The sun was shining, the grass was gleaming with morning dew, the sky was clear of clouds, and every single person that walked through SmileVille wore a grin. Of course, this look was all but a lie. Nobody could tell just by looking that that woman was heading to the hospital to see if she really was pregnant with her rapist's child or that the man over there was going to his dying mother's home. As they passed by the coffee shop on the way there, the woman and the man never stopped as they passed by each other--one going in, one going out--never even pausing to run the thought through their minds that the other person may be going through something. The man didn't care about the woman's turmoils just as much as the woman didn't care about the man's depression. They were selfish. The entire town was selfish.

Miles pushed through the crowd, not caring who he knocked down or who cursed at him as he ran by. He was determined to get away. He looked back for a moment--just a moment--to see if any perpetrators were following him. He was relieved to see that nobody was and was about to relax when, as he turned back around to watch where he was going, he bumped into a woman as she made her way out of a coffee shop. He was fine and managed to keep his balance, despite his mild surprise, but the woman stumbled and fell backwards. The man who just entered caught her quickly and their gazes met for just a moment, a look of wonder in each of their eyes.

The redhead brushed himself off and glared at the two. "Stay out of my way," he growled, stepping over them to continue his way, opting to walk this time. Now that he knew he was safe, he decided he had a mission at hand. His eyes scanned the crowd of people with suspicion as he darted down an alleyway, knocking exactly five times on the only door there. He didn't have to wait long when the door burst open and a hand pulled him inside by the front of his shirt, shoving him forward before slamming the door behind them.

"Ah! Good to see you've made the meeting," a voice spoke as Miles stumbled further inside. He slowly looked around at all the seats where four other children sat. He didn't ask their names, but instead he sat down with a stupid grin. It was time to start his act.

"What are we here for?" And a perfect act always starts with a perfectly stupid question.

The person standing at the front of the room smiled. Her face was shielded from view with how little light was shown in the building. Miles never let down his guard. The entire set-up wreaked of a trap, but he knew better than to call out on it. "I've called you all here as a Nowhere Kid," the woman spoke. She seemed a little tall to be a teenager, but then again, not everyone in the room looked exactly their age either. There was a pause and Miles got ready to stand. "And also as a dutiful scientist. Your parents wish for your returns children. I'm only here to bring you back to where you belong." Miles went to stand and the woman slammed her hand on the desk, making him rethink his actions and pause. "Miles, please, sit, listen to what I have to say at least." She cleared her throat. "If any of you happen to reject my kindly offer of returning you back to the safety of the laboratory, then I'm afraid we'll have to take drastic measure. In the next room we have a special batch of experimentees that are 'programmed' to find and take you in by force. Now, you have the choice to stay and go back with me or be hunted down like wild game." She smirked because she knew the answer she was going to receive. "How about it?"

Miles was the first to laugh. His voice echoing throughout the room and bouncing off the walls, catching the pink-haired woman off-guard. He stood casually and walked to the far end of the room, by the door. "Animals aren't that bad," he commented with another laugh, this one more childish and less eerie than the last one. "So I think I'll be on my way." He looked around at the other four, not completely caring for their replies. "Who wants to come with?"