This had been happening to him for years.<br/><br/><em> Eighteen years, seven months, thirteen days...six thousand, seven hundred, eighty-nine days. </em><br/><br/>He looked at the men before him that were paid to look menacing...or what the dimwits here thought looked menacing.  Muscles stacked upon more muscles, handcuffs, batons, pepper spray...<br/><br/><em> Pepper spray...I eat that shit. </em><br/><br/>The two men that moved up alongside of him, two testosterone-factory-like bookends matching each stride he took as he casually walked into the building.  David had been a product of the system for a long time.  He had been beaten by guys bigger than these two and tortured by guys smaller than these two.  He'd been drugged and tested and questioned until there were moments that he thought he actually was crazy.  That maybe everything they told him was right but reality always came dancing back.  He would remember why he was here.  Remember his mission and remember that what he needed to be was patient if he hoped to help everyone.<br/><br/>He knew nothing about this facility but give it a day or so and he'd have a good stroke of the place; of this he was certain.  He turned and looked at the guard to his left and he gave the gargoyle-faced guard what he assumed was a non-threatening smile, from a non-threatening guy speaking in a non-threatening tone.<br/><br/><strong>"Just so you know...I'm not mentally or emotionally unstable.  I know...I know.  I'm sure a number of the individuals enrolled here express the very same thing.  The difference with me, is that I'm right.  I don't expect to be treated differently from the others here but I just wanted to...you know...get it out there.  Just so we're on the same page."</strong><br/><br/>The guards were well-trained, or well-steeped in apathy because neither of the pair faltered in their walking or even spared a sidelong glance to David.    It was quiet...interestingly so.  In any place such as this you were bound to hear some manner of ungodly wail or crying or singing or...<br/><br/><em>...whatever. </em><br/><br/>All David was greeted with was silence.  The hallways he was escorted down was clean, well-put together and the doors...<br/><br/><em> The doors are magnificent. </em><br/><br/>He was not foolish enough to believe that these gorgeous wooden doors were simply wooden and nothing else.  He saw the locks and the bars and he assumed that they would be reinforced.  The guys walking beside him looked "reinforced" so why not the doors?  Both of them stopped at a particular set of double doors and David's pale blue eyes flickered to the simple plaque on the wall with the number 5 etched into it.  It was difficult to make out what was being said but he definitely heard faint shouting behind the door.<br/><br/><em> How reinforced are these doors? </em><br/><br/>...was the thought he had a moment before one door was opened and he was forcefully shoved into a room.  David stumbled a moment and ran headlong into a man that was standing close to the door, resulting in David bouncing off of him and falling onto the floor even as the door was quickly closed behind him.  He frowned as he moved into a sitting position on the floor and looked up at the man standing over him.<br/><br/><em> A roommate...joy. Roommates are always a pain in the ass.  Particularly the crazy ones. </em><br/><br/><strong> "Awesome..." </strong>, he muttered drily.  He stayed seated on the floor, looking up at the man and continued to speak.<strong> "Just so we're on the same page.  If you try to kill me...I'll try to kill you right back." </strong>