What is the worst that could happen?

Well, something along the lines of being trapped in an elevator with an insane delinquent not five minutes after you ask the universe such a provocative question is one thing that could, therefore did, happen.

"Hi Laurel, fancy meeting you again, in this tight, enclosed space..." I greeted my new elevator buddy with an innocent smile, rapidly pressing the down button of the elevator in an attempt to make the stupid thing go faster.

Like skyscrapers, the small rooms built into the walls of the Facility were stacked on top of each other. Between each vertical row of rooms was an elevator. Which allowed us patients to travel up and down the rooms on either side.

If you wanted to travel elsewhere, you had to go to the bottom floor, the Station, where four "Trains" made continuous trips around the room.

I sent a glance out through the glass wall as the elevator began its descent. Watching the giant Supervisors as they worked, I wondered if I could count on them for help.

Probably not. I admitted to myself silently, catching sight of Laurel's livid hazel glare and the angry red marks running along her cheek. If they do notice, everything will probably become a hundred times worse.

I honestly had no idea why the dark-haired girl hated me.... but if I were to hazard a guess, I'd say that it might have something to do with that little fork meets face incident we had the day I first arrived, which was not my fault.

Her face totally walked into my fork...

Yea. Mental note to self.

Without warning, her fist swung at my face, sending me stumbling back against the wall in my attempt dodged it.

Don't ask the universe rhetorical questions.

I ducked, crouching down just as a fist slammed into the elevator wall above me, causing a clashing bang to echo around the small space.

It just makes it angry.

"Can't we talk about this in a nice, non-violent manner?" I ask, raising my hands defensively as I scampered away in the enclosed space. Laurel threw herself after me with a strangled scream.

"Arrrrrgh!"

"...Ah, okay? I don't think 'Arrrrgh' really counts as communication..." I sidestepped her, innocently placing my foot to tangle up her legs. The tall brunette went crashing into the opposite wall with a screech. "...but the important thing here is, you tried." Before Little Miss Nut-Case could make another attempt to kill me, the elevator slid to a sharp stop, causing me to grab the wall for balance.

For a moment I thought that perhaps we had finally reached the bottom floor and that I would be able to make my, cough-cowardly-cough, escape.

That before I noticed the blue light illuminating the room, as the glass wall lit up with shining blue words.

Yea, the Facility's glass wall was a little bit fancier than Apollo's. It worked like a touch screen, allowing Supervisors to control everything from the outside.

Giant fingers brushed the surface of the glass as the Supervisor tapped in commands, each touch followed by blue light and soft clicking sounds. A moment later, the door on the left wall opened with a mechanical hiss.

"Enough. Laurel Thompson, please leave the elevator." Despite the authoritative tone, the voice was soft, quietly gentle.

The giant hand lowered, revealing the chest of the Supervisor in front of us.

I glanced at the name tag, relieved to see it read "Reece Therio" before raising my gaze upward to look at the Supervisor's face.

Even if I hadn't seen the tag, the snowy white curls were enough to pick Reece out in any room.

He tilted his head down, acknowledging my attention with a small smile. Out of the Supervisors here, Reece was one of the few I trusted... Not to be a complete creeper. He was also one of the only Supervisors I didn't have to break my neck to look up at. The pale man was surprisingly petite, even more so than Apollo.

Like every Supervisor here though, his eyes were the same icy blue as the lights that appeared on the glass when it was touched.

The alien colour of his eyes did nothing to lessen the kindness in his eyes.

"You've been doing so well. " He spoke to Laurel, expression soft even when being stern. "Please don't let something like this ruin your progression."

He raised a hand to press his little round spectacles back up his nose.

"Let it go."

... A small part of me secretly hopes that Reece is aware of how much he looks like an ice princess...and just says things like that to mess with people.

As much as I liked him....the resemblance to...

I shook my head, cutting the thought short, just as Laurel slunk out of the elevator with a dirty look.

Once she was gone, I gave the Supervisor a bright smile.

"Thanks for the save Reece!" I called, waving my hand in appreciation.

I knew he could hear me just fine. All the supervisors wore earpieces, just like Mr Folics had.

From what I understood, The earpiece could be manually connected to any room by requesting the number, or it would automatically connect when the Supervisor touched the glass controlling the area.

Maybe if I acted natural, he would just leave. It wasn't too late, the other Supervisors still hadn't noticed yet...

Reece gave an amused huff, raising an eyebrow at my enthusiastic greeting.

"You should be more careful, Miss Tramph." He scolded, placing his hands on his hips. "This is already the third time I've had to intervene today.

Reece waved a hand, indicating the rest of the room.

"And that's just me. Half the staff here are debating whether or not to just lock you away in isolation and be done with you."

I scowled, knowing that Reece was only teasing, but not liking the mental image his words brought to mind.

Some of the Supervisors, like Reece, were pretty cool, but the others...

"Half is an understatement." Another voice muttered grumpily through the speaker, and I jumped as I realised that Reece wasn't the only Supervisor tuned in for the show.

"Hey. It's not Maddison's fault that she attracts trouble just by breathing." A cheerful voice added. "I suspect that she is unconsciously releasing pheromones that..."

"Shut it, Havoc, you think everything is caused by Pheromones!"

"I do not. My research...!"

"You gentlemen do realise that you're not supposed to be on this line, right?"

"Then what are you doing listening in on the conversation Garmen?"

"It's not important whether or not you actually eavesdrop Havoc. The important thing is not to blatantly reveal that you're doing so."

....but the other supervisors... Are just plain weird.

Reece and I exchanged exasperated looks as Supervisors from all over the room started arguing over this elevators private line.

It became increasingly obvious that most of the Supervisors were ditching work and entertaining themselves with the opera that is my life.

For a bunch of giant guys who run a high tech facility for shrunken menaces to society, the supervisors were all rather...

"I still think pheromones...."

"WILL YOU IDIOTS GET BACK TO WORK?!"

Stupid.