Jagson
One Thousand Club
Jon played a harmonica as he watched things from his cell door. Since he was outed as being a meta a month ago he has since been put into the custody of the Meta Human Protective Facility. That's what the government calls it. In reality this is a prison used to experiment on metas. In the month he had been here he knew at least three metas that went to the far back room and never returned. He leaned against the wall facing the cell door as he tried to figure out a way out of there. Each room had a green light in them that caused their powers to be neutralized in it's presence.
After an hour or so the standard lights went out signaling that it was time to sleep. He waited a few minutes to make sure the guards left. "Anyone out there?" He asked to the other cell mates.
After an hour or so the standard lights went out signaling that it was time to sleep. He waited a few minutes to make sure the guards left. "Anyone out there?" He asked to the other cell mates.