The Place of the Captured

The Place of the Captured was created by 46 Intel to trap and torture those who oppose them. It's geographic location is a mystery, and it is possible that The Place does not physically exist at all. Its plexus seems impossibly large, and almost otherworldly, and for these inexplicable attributes, many have defined The Place as an anomaly.

While the Place can be easily accessed through superdilators located in 46 Intels' HQ, the Place is loosely referred to as a "labyrinth", as it is a seemingly infinite network of 3-dimensional places inside a 4-dimensional shell. Time seems to pass the same as it does on Earth, however those who are trapped inside The Place can feel as if they've suffered for a thousand years in just a few minutes.

Subject 072216, otherwise known as the alternate Andrew, who turned against 46 Intel in an effort to expose their wrongdoings, finds himself eternally trapped within the Place. The rooms in which the subjects are confined seem individually curated by 46 Intel themselves in particular ways to make their subjects feel at home. Except, it's not home, it's the direct opposite of home. There is no home within the Place. Andrew's room inside the labyrinth is a dark, carpeted room with a single CRT display. JJohn's room seems like a recreation of John's real-life bedroom.

Strange anomalies occur here too. JJohn said in "The watch has stopped turning" that tears of liquid bromine run down his face, which would be a biologically impossible occurrence in the Main Timeline.

Within the **The Place of the Captured**, there exist numerous "rooms", some include:

* The Vessel
* The Stairwell
* TV Room
* Reflection Room

### Narrative (2nd Person)

*BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG*

It's coming from the door. *BANG.* The door can't be described, but you can see it. BANG. It simply exists outside your plane of reality. *BANG.* Suddenly the banging stops. The door opens. You step inside.

   You pull out your phone to take a picture. This place, it's... like nowhere you have ever been, seen, or have had described to you. It's a burning forest, yet everything is black and white. Two trees remain, and directly in between them a cage is visible. It's rusty iron, and seems to have been broken out of, as displayed to you by the bent and broken bars on the left side of the cage. You snap a picture. Your phone sparks and a spark hits your hand. You grab your hand, hoping somehow to soothe the pain, as it is far worse pain than any spark should be able to produce. Your phone drops to the ground and is swallowed up by the shadows. You look for it, but eventually give up, it is lost. You step into the cage to investigate and black out instantly. You awake in the cage, but the back is broken now, and the left side is mended as if it was never touched. You step out the back and into an enormous plain. No grass is on the ground, but flames seem to be feeding on something. The fire is spread, but not covering every inch. You walk slowly through and slowly begin to see more cages. They are made of a jet-black metal, who knows what it's called, it seems otherworldly. They each are complete, containing a black, wispy entity, each with a different marking on it, somewhere. Some letters, some numbers, some symbols. And yet two cages remain. One for you? You black out once more. You don't wake up for a very long time.

When you finally wake up, you are in one of the cages. You have lost all sense except for sight. You look down at your body, a black wisp with a symbol, this time the letter "X." You look at the cage directly next to you. It is still empty, now the last one. It has a wooden sign nailed to it, faded and beat up. You can make out a name on it.

"John."

Soon, after about two hours of sleep, you see that some wisps are gone. In fact, all but the one on your other side are gone. A man in a black and red vest walks up to the cage next to you. The wisp stares at the man, and the wisp has the symbol "III" on it. The man opens the cage and presses a glowing red staff to the wisp, which simultaneously dissipates, the only thing left in it's place, a paper with that symbol, "III," on it. You feel scared... or... you don't know what you feel. Emotion has almost wholly left you. So, you accept it. And soon, a man, not the same man from before, but a new man, in a red suit, with a bigger staff, glowing yellow. He looks at you with menace and... almost hatred. "Where is John?" It's a simple question. And somehow, you can respond. "I will never tell you, 46." You don't remember this man, and you have no idea who he is, and it is almost as if you are not controlling your body anymore. "Very well." You suddenly see something in his hand. It's a cardboard hat. Suddenly, you remember. Chicken... fries? Is your brain spouting nonsense? Then, the hat is gone. The man thrusts the staff into your wispy body, and you lose all consciousness. Possibly, forever.

This is ~~fiction~~. POV Story, or 2nd person.