Six years ago......

Wendy Wheel stared up at the ceiling with vacant eyes. She was laying on a white mattress, on top of a white, plastic bed frame. She was in a white-walled room, that was about as big as your average office cubicle, with one locked door on the wall across from her bed. The only other piece of furniture was a white toilet that resided in the corner of the room. At first, Wendy had refused to use the toilet, but it soon became apparent that she had no choice. She knew they were watching her. They said they weren't, but she knew they were lying. They were always watching.

The door slid open, but the eight-year old's gaze remained fixed on the ceiling. A young woman with long, light brown, curly hair walked in. She was tall and thin. Her face seemed to be fixed with a permanent smile.

"Good morning Wendy! How are you today?" She asked chipperly.

Wendy ignored her visitor. The woman's name was Maezzy and she would come to visit Wendy every day. She was the only person besides Mr. Doe, who had introduced herself using an actual name.

"Awe come on Wendy! We hardly talk anymore! How's my girl been doing?" The young girl continued to ignore her.

During the first week of her 'stay', Wendy had trusted Maezzy. After all the woman seemed so kind and understanding, she was the only one who seemed to be on Wendy's side. But after being stuck in the facility for a little over a month Wendy had come to the realization that nobody was on her side.

Maezzy made a pouty face. "Oh come on Wendy I thought we were friends. Maybe if you behave better I can get you some outside time." Wendy continued to ignore her.

The little girl had started retreating into her own fantasy world. She was stuck in that room almost 24/7 with no friends, or distractions. So the young girl had started dreaming up fantasy adventures about dragons, knights, and fairies. At the moment she was soaring through the sky on Albus the dragon.

"Well I hate to do this, but I guess I'm just going to have to tell Mr. Doe about you."

This broke Wendy out of her fantasy. She swiftly sat up on her bed, and looked at Maezzy head on.

"I want to talk to Mr. Doe," Wendy said, in a tone far too serious for an eight-year-old.

This seemed to take the older woman by surprise, clearly, she had expected this to scare the little girl into submission. But obviously, it was having the opposite effect.

"Mr. Doe is a very busy man. He doesn't have time to be your babysitter!"

Wendy crossed her arms "You just said you could talk to him! Why can't he talk to me!"

Maezzy opened her mouth to respond, but just as she was about to speak the door opened again.

"You may go now A1." Maezzy's Head whipped around to face the door. Standing in the doorway was the imposing figure of Mr. Doe.

"Sir I assure you I have everything under. . ." Mr. Doe cut her off.

"Oh yes, I can see that. Really A1, how hard is it to interrogate a child?"

"I am sorry to have disappointed you sir, but I. . ." She was cut off again.

"I said you are dismissed."

Maezzy briefly considered her options before turning around and exiting the room, clearly not wanting to anger her boss more. The door slide shut behind her, leaving the man, and the little girl completely alone.

"Well Wendy, I've been hearing a lot of stories about you. Apparently, you have been giving A1. . . I mean Maezzy, a hard time." Wendy crossed her arms and glared at the man. He let out a chuckle. "Why so stubborn? We just want to help."

"Let me go." She was doing her best to appear brave, but she could feel herself shaking slightly.

"I'm giving you one last chance Wendy. Cooperate or else."

Wendy's trembling increased, but she still did not respond.

He let out a sigh, an obviously fake look of regret crossed his face. "Then you leave me no choice. E88!"

The door slid open yet again, and another man walked through. Wendy didn't recognize him. He was tall, and scrawny, with sharp facial features. His hair was black, and looked incredibly greasy. In one hand he held a picture frame, in the other he held a small, black cylinder, with a red button on the top. He handed both items to Mr. Doe, before retreating from the room.

Mr. Doe quickly glanced at the photograph himself, before turning it towards Wendy.

"Do you know this woman?"

Wendy immediately recognized the woman in the photograph, it was her grandmother smiling, and waving at the camera.

"Well?" Wendy still did not respond. "This is your grandmother. And this," he said, raising the hand holding the cylinder. "This is a detonator. Do you know what it does?"

Wendy wasn't sure what it did, but she could tell by his tone of voice it was terrible.

"This detonator sets off a bomb. Do you know where this bomb is?"

Wendy finally nodded, she wasn't dumb, she could tell where this was going. Her trembling intensified, her stomach was churning, making her want to puke.

"It is in your dear old granny's house. Now if I press this button her house will explode, and I know for a fact that she is home at this moment."

Wendy wanted to sob, but somehow she couldn't muster the energy.

"Now if you are a good little girl, and listen to everything me, and my team says I won't press this button. But if you disobey. . . Well, then I'm afraid I'll have no choice. Do you understand?"

Wendy nodded again, as she choked back a sob. Tears were flowing freely down her face now.

"Good," he said, a wide smile spreading across his face.

Mr. Doe turned around to face the door.

"E88!" The door slid open, and Mr. Doe walked through it to the hall.

The hallway like Wendy's room was completely white. Fluorescent lights hung from the ceiling giving the whole scene an eerie glow. E88 was standing outside the room observing a monitor that was mounted to the wall. On the monitor Wendy had curled up into the fetal position on her bed, sobbing hysterically. Mr. Doe handed his minion the photo of Mrs. Wheel.

"Sir would you like me to secure the detonator?"

"There is no need for that," Mr. Doe said, as he pressed the red button.

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Hi all, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I'm personally happier with how this and the first chapter turned out. I feel like both the current time chapters could use improvement. Thanks for all the comments and votes! I am really trying to improve my writing style so if you have any comments/critiques please leave a comment to let me know!