The train ride was uneventful, due to the guards not allowing anyone to speak to each other. Though Kyle did notice that this was apparently a very popular option, based on how many other young men were on the train with him. Once the train arrived, they were all let off the train, before being linked up to a handcuff chain and led towards the premises.
The train tracks weren't that far from the gates, but there was nothing else stretching for miles. The place looked enough like a college, vaguely castle-like, there was even ivy growing up the side of the building. Nothing to imply anything less than a reform school.
Once inside the gates, the cuffs were released and the guards departed, getting back onto the train. But you and the rest of the group had already been turned over to the school's private security, who all wore little earsets like secret service agents. Before any time for pleasantries, they had you funneled into an auditorium where you were checked in by name and put into a seat, where a metallic collar was strapped around your neck. On the stage, an older woman, looking very much like a stereotypical headmistress, stepped up to the podium, and as she did, everyone's collar beeped and clicked.
"That was the locking mechanism. The collars are designed to ensure that you remain on the grounds. Any dissent or disruption will be met with a light shock, that slowly graduates to becoming more painful the more you disobey and any further disruption will lead to you being put into the... accelerated program." the woman stated, coldly. "I am Madame Sybell, the headmistress. You now all answer to me."
"I don't answer to anyone, bitch!" someone shouted near the front of the auditorium.
Any further shouting was quickly quelled as it was replaced by a yelp and the sound of someone falling to the ground. A few guards rushed over and dragged the offender out of the auditorium.
"Any other remarks?" Madame Sybell asked.
Nobody responded.
"Good. You are here because you are among the worst offenders that society has to offer. And that's because of how you were raised. But you're still malleable and we intend to do what the school system should have done. Turn you into proper members of society." Madame Sybell stated. "You will all be assigned a roommate, a student who has been here for nearly the amount of time that you will be, to guide you on your way. Any questions?"
No one responded again, and Madame Sybell clapped her hands happily.
"Now, you will be escorted to your rooms, where your roommates await your arrival. Good luck." Madame Sybell stepped aside as the young men were all corralled together again in order to get to every room.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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