No guards were close by when Mathews’ order crackled through the radio, and though it was apparent that some order had been given--one of the guards lifted his radio to make a quick, one-word response before nodding at one of the others--Caleb had no clue as to what was going on. When the two guards approached his cell, he eyed them with slight trepidation. The last time this had happened had been when he’d gone to the exam room with that jerk of a doctor. That wasn’t exactly an experience he wanted to repeat.
As the first guard, the tow-headed one who had spoken into his radio, unlocked the cell door, Caleb glanced to his right. He frowned slightly, looking from the girl to the man-turned-wolf, and sighed. He didn’t like the idea of leaving the room; there was no telling what fun new tests these people had in store for him. Caleb cringed inwardly at the memory of being electrocuted. He sincerely hoped these games wouldn’t prove fatal.
Of course, his life was in the hands of his captors ANYway, so he may as well play nice. There was obviously a lot of money sunk into this place; they wouldn’t kill him. Not right away, anyway.
“On your feet, Green,” said the second guard, a man holding a gun and wearing a sour expression.
The sooner he got this over with, the better. Besides, he reasoned with himself, it would be nice to stretch his legs. And best not give them any reason to take their anger out on my body, he mused. If there was ever going to be opportunity to fight their way to freedom, or simply run like hell, he didn’t want to be injured.
He got to his feet a little stiffly, walking out of the cell and taking his place in front of the more obviously armed guard. The blonde shut the door and jerked his head towards the entry way to the room, adding a grunt as if to emphasize his wish for Caleb to follow. Caleb allowed a small, wry smile to cross his face briefly before falling into step.
As he passed Sabra and Abel, he sent them a half-shrug, as if to say ‘here we go again.’ Wish me luck, he thought, though he didn’t think they could hear him in human form. Hopefully he would be back soon.
It wasn’t until the guards led him through the halls that he allowed himself to get worried. Something was wrong. This wasn’t the way they had traveled to the exam rooms before. He frowned.
“Where are we going?” he asked, quietly but not tentatively. The tone was calculated; firm enough that he wouldn’t necessarily sound wear, but soft enough to not be threatening. Now was the time to play nice. He would take his opportunity to fight later.
Predictably, the blonde simply grunted and kept walking. The man behind him, however, elaborated upon his eloquent partner’s response.
“Block A, your new home.”
Caleb let this sink in a moment. Block A. New home. Home? “Wait. What?”
He tried to turn to look at the man, but a rough shove to his right shoulder kept him facing forward. Worry did its best to give way to panic, and it took a couple deep breaths to will away the frantic feeling in his chest.
“What about the others?” he asked, as he was led into a new hallway and up to a door emblazoned with a large A. The trio stopped, and Caleb was able to turn and look at the dark haired man behind him.
“Some will join you. Some will get their own blocks.” The guard shrugged, apparently not caring too much. The leader unlocked and opened the door as his partner spoke. He motioned Caleb inside, and he numbly obeyed.
“ ‘Some?’ ” he repeated as he stepped inside.
“Yeah.” Another shrug. “And some won’t.”
That statement worried him more than he cared to admit. Had he passed some sort of test to get placed here? Or perhaps failed one? And what did the guard mean by ‘some won’t?’ What would happen to the ones who didn’t? Surly they wouldn’t be…
No. They can’t… and then a flicker of doubt. Can they?
“Abel--what about him? And Sabra?”
“Look, Green,” said the blonde, catching him by surprise. Apparently his vocabulary was larger than a few grunts after all. And most interesting of all was the fact that, if anything, he sounded more personable than the brunette had been. “We don’t know specifics. Best you can do is make yourself at home and wait and see.”
That wasn’t was Caleb wanted to hear. What if he never saw Abel again? What the hell kind of goodbye was that, a shrug and a rueful half-smile that he’d forced out of some misguided sense of courtesy, hoping Abel wouldn’t worry too much? And if he didn’t go back, Abel would damn well find a way to blame himself all over again. Caleb frowned. If that had been a last goodbye, it had sucked.
Caleb was getting angry, but he fought down the urge to yell at the men. Still, though, when he spoke again he was able to hear both irritation and worry in his voice. The guards seemed unconcerned, however, and they both stepped back into the hallway as their prisoner glared.
And then the door clicked shut, and Caleb was left standing in silence.