Outsiders: A Narrative Fiction

I feel a great amount of pity towards all of the newcomers here. They all have a tremor quaking through their bodies, their eyes pooling with tears, and their throats tearing themselves raw. As the guards drag the three outsiders through the halls, I catch quick observations of the three.
All three of them are male, each with strange features that attract my attention. The largest - in every sense of the word - of the group has neon pink streaks that greatly contrast with his gray-brown hair. A shorter one follows close enough behind to the point where personal space does not exist. His scarred and calloused hands twitch towards the pink-haired one every so often. Following a good couple of feet behind and thoroughly restrained is the shortest
“I’m sorry,” he says. “But I feel like we can talk this out if you let me!” His voice grows in panic as my eyes continue to burn.
“My, my, the kitten’s got claws,” Mrs. William says, causing a flash of anger in Everett’s eyes. “ I can’t wait to see the other two. Andrea and Max will love to have you four under her wing.”
As she speaks, my body attempts to escape his hold but I can only hope that my will to not hurt new people is holding me back. Eventually the electric shock fades out of my mind and I no longer see everything under a dark red tint. I can breathe easier now, the tension in my body lowly leaking out. I blink my thanks to Everett as his hold relaxes. He gives a nod in return.
“Guards!” Mrs. William suddenly screams.
I quickly shift my weight onto my elbows and look around for the source of trouble. My eyes lock onto Percival and Nathaniel hobbling towards the exit. What are they doing? Two guards sprint towards them, shooting tiny tranquilizing darts at them. The quick smack of the dart hitting skin is enough to make me cringe. The sight of the two collapsing just adds on to it.
“What did you do?” Everett exclaims, rising to his feet.
I want to reach out to him and hold him back, but I know that won’t do much