Rachel still looks at me with a weird glare. It pisses me off, not in a mean way though, so I just start a topic. 'What did Jenna exactly do?' I ask careful. She laughs, as if she laughs at a girl in school who wears ugly clothes. 'Many horrible things. Well, nothing what a Mind Sister should do.' She says and plays with the cell bars. 'Like what?' I ask. Maybe I shouldn't ask this, because it's private as hell. But who cares? If I make friends here, I sure as hell should know why and how. 'Well, just like I said, she made our parents die.' She says and swallows. I look at her with big eyes. Why would a daughter murder her parents? I just decide to ask. 'Do you mean... Mentally, or literally?' I ask. I already know the answer. Literally. 'I think you already know.' She says. And she was right. I already know.

'Test Subject 42, prepare yourself for your next test.' A voice through the intercom says. I look at Rachel's cell number. 42. 'Good luck.' I say, since I have nothing else to come up with. She nods, and lets herself getting grabbed by the guards.

When Rachel is gone, a tall, blonde girl is walking through the hallways. She is checking on us. I don't know why. She stands still at Rachel's empty cell, touches the bars for some seconds, and then walks further. Weird. I watch her walk to the other cells, but there she won't do it. Then, she stops at my cell. 'Stand.' She commands. I get up immediately. It's not difficult to fact that she is harder than the other guards out here. I can also make up an aggressive look. It tells me not to mess with her. Her eyes show no mercy that arrive rather scary in my head. I glare at her, expecting her to attack me any second. But... Something seems off about her. Like I know her, but not like that I have ever seen her before. Instead a thought comes up where I know her from. Chestwood City's Official Office papers. Her face once was on the front cover, glaring at me with this big smile I can't mention that would leave out her arrogant look.

'Something seems off about you...' She says and opens the cell. I get panicked. Is she going to attack me? I head back, but that doesn't seem to work. Her cold hand grabs me around my upper arm, and her squeezing it hurts like hell. She grabs a needle she got and injects me with this weird liquid. A shock goes through me when the needle gets into my skin. It makes me shiver at first, but then I've beaten my fear. When she pulls the needle out, she grabs me by my arm again. Why is she being so rude? 'Come with me.' She says, strictly. I let myself getting pulled by her. Bad memories come up. Just like I got pulled away by Sheila's guards when they took my mother. I couldn't see her ever again. I shake that thought of. That was a worse day, but their death was the worst.

She pushes me into this half-dark room, with a monitor in it. I don't have the time to take in the room, because she connects me with a weird computer. The hell is this for?! Some sort of digital abracadabra?! I see letters and numbers appear on the monitor. 'Already thought so.' She says, half grinning. 'What?' I ask, clearly confused. 'Quiet!' She says, and starts typing something on a computer. She got the commands well, huh? She hits enter, and then the real translation of the symbols appears on the screen.

NAME: LASHELL LAVANCHY

AGE: 16

BORN: 12TH OF JUNE

SIBLINGS: MAYSLEY LAVANCY, JULIETTE LAVANCHY (†), DWIGHT LAVANCHY (†)

INFORMATION: POSSIBLY A REBEL, VOLUNTEERED FOR MIND SISTER MAYSLEY LAVANCHY.

PERCENT: 99%

'That can't be possible... You can't be 99 percent. No one is. I knew it.' The girl says. 'What does that mean?' I ask. 'That means you are not fully Mind Sister, but also 1 percent something else. What, I don't know. And now quiet.' She says demanding, while typing something in the system. I am quiet, for a little while. 'Why did you take me here?' I ask then, when I dare to push something out of my mouth. She turns around. 'Oh, like I didn't know you were talking to that girl from cell 42.' She says, pretty pissed. 'What is wrong with that?' I ask. Just like she is just one of the guards. 'What is wrong with that?! You can't talk to other prisoners! Not when they just lie to you.' She says. I am laughing inside, cause I know that she is lying. I kind of know who she is already. Sort of. 'I thought we could.' I say, and cross my arms. 'Well, you can't! Not to number 42!' She says. Something in her voice shakes. I am sure. Her touching the bars, her almost crying and talking about number 42; Rachel. I grin. Not surprised... Jenna.

'Who are you to decide that I can or can't talk to your Mind Sister, Jenna?' I ask with a little smile. She turns around. 'W... How do you know if she is my Mind Sister, huh? Keep yourself out of it, brat.' She says and grabs me by throat. She almost chokes me. But I still laugh. 'Just let go of me. If you choke me, Rachel would still think you were that same monster from before.' I say. She lets go of me immediately, with just a little gasp. 'Don't you dare call me monster.' She says, with a little shaky voice. I laugh. 'Why shouldn't I? I think Rachel is right. You killed your parents, so her parents. Why shouldn't I call you a monster?' I say with crossed arms. An angry glare appears on her face, but her being mad makes me feel good. Like, I am doing something good for Rachel. I am confronting her about what she has done. What damage she caused. She keeps quiet. 'I hope you realize what you are saying?' She asks angry. I nod and laugh. 'How many percent is Rachel?' I ask, just curious. She looks angry at me, but it's one that makes me proud just looking at her. 'Why should I tell you that?' She asks madly. 'Because if you won't, I'll tell Rachel, so she can beat your ass face to face.' I say. She is clearly shocked by what I said, so she walks to the computer. With shaking hands, she types in some things that I totally don't know the meaning of. But that doesn't matter. Rachel's profile appears, and I look at the percent. 50. 'Actually, I am not surprised.' I say. 'The way you treated her ensured that the Mind Sister hassle decreases.' She looks up, madly. Cause I am rubbing it in her face. Score. 'And if you go on with this, she will be freed from the Mind Sister thing. Maybe then you bring her in safety?' I say, and stand there confidently; crossed arms and a evilly smiling face. I can see how mad she is. She slams her fist on the table, hoping it would scare me. But it doesn't. 'You're lucky I am not going to tell Sheila that you're a traitor.' She says. She becomes red. Gosh, she is so aggressive. What is wrong with her?! But I laugh about her red face. 'I don't really care what Sheila thinks. To me she is just the one who puts me in the simulations, nothing more.' I say. 'So tell me, Jenna. Why did you exactly shoot your parents?' Anger fill her eyes, and she squeezes her fists. 'I would never tell you that. And in fact, I was panicked, if you ask me.' She says. I knew she could hit me any time, but that doesn't matter. Everything that matters now was that I saw the monster that Rachel was talking about. The parent-shooting sister. There is a problem if you are calling that family. Out of nothing, without me seeing it, she draws back her hand. Next, her fist reaches my face, right on my nose. It starts to bleed, and I hold my hand on it. But I don't care to be honest. Bleeding noses are just bleeding noses. They don't cause harm. Not more than a second later, I hit her in her stomach, and she heads back from the pain. She falls on the floor and vomits from the food that is coming above. 'Not as powerful as you thought you were.' I say, still smiling evilly with my bleeding nose. 'I don't care about powerful.' She says laboriously. 'I care about my sister.' 'Then why did you leave her?' I ask. She coughs, so I hit her in her lungs. Choke on that, ''sister''. She wants to yell, but I don't hear a thing. Gosh, Jenna is so weak. You could exactly see that she works in the laboratory. She is a typical laboratory girl.

Before I knew it, the door gets opened. A tall guy walks in, looking for something, and he looks shocked when he notices Jenna coughing and me with my bleeding nose. 'What is going on here?' He asks with big eyes. 'Nothing... Cole... Just... Leave... I'm okay.' Jenna says laboriously. 'No, just get in, Cole.' I say. He is perfect use now. He walks in with big eyes, and puts down his map on the table. 'Who are you? What are you doing with Jenna?' He asks. I know he wishes to have a gun now. 'Nothing. I am asking her why she is such a traitor.' I say. 'Why she'd kill her own parents, and lie to her brother and sister.' Cole looks shocked at Jenna, who is still curled up on the floor. I know I am making much of a scene, but what Jenna has done is tragic, and unforgivable. And now she even works for Sheila. The one who is against Minders. Jenna deserves this, so much. 'Now tell me Cole, why are you doing this all to Minders?' I ask. 'I mean, not without any reason.' 'It... It's Sheila, she thinks that Minders have a really strong mind. And that... That they can destroy everything.' He says. I snort, and I burst out. 'That doesn't make any sense! We are normal people, just like you!' I say. Cole, with scared eyes, keeps glaring but gives the answers. 'Yes, we know. But... Still. And, it wasn't my idea to put you all in simulations. That was... Her idea.' He says and points at Jenna. I look at her. Shaking, waiting to pass out. But, I don't care about her. Of course, it was her idea. She wants to see people suffer. Fine then. But then I am going to let her suffer.