-Bruce-

They handed me a test in school. They often had, and I had passed, but this one was different. People had made much more of a big deal out of it. I was 15 and the people acted like we didn't know. But we did know; we all knew about the harsh concentration camps that people who were less than smart got sent to. We had all seen someone get taken away after one of these tests had been administered. Fifteen of the forty kids in the grade above me, which would have been eighth grade (just about to leave for high school), were taken during school hours. We all knew where they went to, we just didn't say it out loud.
I had asked where they were taken to once when I was younger. The teacher called the principal and I was reassured that they went to a place where they were accepted for the idiots that they were. He had used harsh language in describing them. He had said that they didn't belong in our perfect society. They were leaving to make my world better.
I didn't like that. I didn't like that at all. I didn't think that other people should have to give up so I could have a better life. I didn't think I was worth that much.
So I looked at the test set before me. I knew that this one would decide my future. Whether I went to the concentration camps or to the next grade level lied within the pages of the test set before me. I knew I could pass it. I had passed tests easily before.
I failed it on purpose.

-Tony-

It all came down to the final test; of which I knew I would ace. I would get flying marks on it of which I always had. I looked around the room and smirked at my lesser beings, I vaguely wondered which would get taken away. I had finished my test speedily, the test was supposed to take us four hours with a break every hour but I got it done in the first two. So I slept and looked out the window of our glass classroom. I looked over to kids still taking the test. I saw Bruce, I knew he would make it, he was exceptionally smart. I continued looking, I saw Steve. He was dumb as a nail, totally not going to make it. I saw Clint. He might make it. I had heard that he was pretty handy when it came to fighting. He might go to the military. A lot of the dumb people were made to fight wars. I thought about my colleagues; I thought about them in different social positions. Bruce would be a scientist. I would be a world leader. Steve would be a soldier. Clint would be a trainer. The girls in my class would be wives except for three of whom I knew would go to the camps.
Suddenly the teacher called time. I smiled and handed her my test back, filled with correct answers. I looked over to Bruce. He had a troubled expression. I nudged him, "What up? Test anxiety? You're smart, I'm sure you'll be okay." He didn't look so sure. He ground his teeth together and looked down at his desk. The students sat back in their chairs and absentmindedly stretched or yawned or murmured amongst one another. It was the end of school for that day. Tomorrow, we would get our test results.

I was sitting in my chair next to Bruce as he worriedly bit his nails. I nudged him to stop. He looked over at me and I smiled. He smiled distractedly back. I furrowed my brow, what was up with him?
I looked up at what the teacher was drawing in the air. It was being transcribed to the board behind her. There were two lists of names. I noticed big men in black suits come in to collect the kids. I smiled.
One of the men called out the names of the kids who would leave. He did so alphabetically.
"Kinsey Addams," naturally, I thought, "Fred Aidams, Bruce Banner," I stopped listening. I looked at Bruce, horror struck, as he stood up solemnly and followed the line of students that would leave.
I watched him, agape, and suddenly protested. "Wait." the man in the black suit looked at me, annoyed.
"What?"
"There's been a mistake." I said, frantically. Several kids murmured agreement behind me. We all knew that Bruce was a smart kid.
"There has been no mistake." He said robotically. Robotically. He was probably a robot, I figured.
I shook my head, "Uh, yea. There has been. See Bruce Banner is one of the smartest guys I know-"
"Bruce Banner scored a 12 on this test," and he continued to list names. I looked at Bruce but he looked to the floor, ashamed. The whole class looked at him and he suddenly stood up straight, almost proud looking. Defiance rang in his eyes and he met everyone's looks. When he looked at me I saw it, a hint of fear, a hint of "oh my god someone help me, what have I done?" but he still stood, strong and burly. His gaze lingered on me and I could see it. He blinked morse code at me. "Bye" was his final word.