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He motioned for the girl to think of something, but again Roarke was being watched. He was now looking back at the guy who was once more staring at him. He couldn't help but to start drawing. He was looking back between the girl and the guy. Trying to pick up hints from the girl, and making sure the details were right from the guy. This place new about his main ability but he had only learned of his new ability in the past week or so. If he could keep it a secret from the nurses and orderlies and the doctors then he might stand a chance of getting out of here. He still needed to get this metal crap off and out of his head. The his "true art" could be shown.

He had finished again but once again the picture was different than what he had thought it would turn out. Roarke had drawn the whole body but the actually body part of the drawing was completely black. "Not quite," Roarke said as he examined his own drawing. It wasn't that he colored it all black it seemed the edges color seemed to be sucking everything in, somewhat like a void or a blackhole. That wasn't all of it though. There were faces floating around the body. Anger, Anguish, Fear, and some others as well. Roarke didn't really understand these drawings of the patients that he had been doing. These people were different, like himself. He might be able to escape as well and maybe get a friend or two in the process.

The thought crossed his mind if any of them were as dangerous or more so than him. "I sure would hate having to kill someone else so soon after starting my life over" he whispered to himself.