A/N: I went back and edited the first chapter. Ididn't do much, but I hope it makes more sense. Anyway, the time frame is still after movies 1 and 2, but before 3 and 4. And I'm sticking to the centeral characters-that way it won't be soo confusing later on. Well I hope you enjoy the story. "Let the game begin."
Alice briefly lifted her eyelids but they closed shut just as quickly. She tried to open them and noticed that everything was blurred. She shut her eyes again. Her head moved dully to her side. She was beginning to feel things again, her senses quickly coming to her. She rubbed her eyes trying to force them open. She heard a strange noise not too far from her. It was the sound of glass cascading down and shattering.

She blinked her eyes open and shook her head. She tried to lift herself up, but found herself in some sort of enclosure. She glanced around the area she was now in. She realized that she was in some sort of box. She lifted a hand and touched the roof, it was made of metal. Her hand lightly pressed against the ceiling but it wouldn't move.

She closed her eyes; the space was too small for her liking. She did her best to keep her breathing under control. The claustrophia could kill her if she let it. She allowed her feet to test the rest of her boundaries. It was smaller than she imagined it was. Her legs couldn't spread to far apart. She closed her eyes tightly hoping that when they reopened she would be back home-safe. Her eyes reopened and she was still in the enclosure.

Her breathing was now beyond her control. The tiny place was beginning to overpower her. Alice's body began shaking uncontrollably. She needed to get out of this place. She needed to be home with her boyfriend. This had to be a joke of some kind. This had couldn't be happening to her.

She glanced around the small space frantically. For the first time she noticed a black tape recorder tied around her right wrist. She lifted a trembling hand and untied it. Alice lifted the recorder and glanced at it. She swallowed hard and forced herself to calm down. She held onto the tape recorder and pushed play.

"Hello Alice," a deep voice said. "And welcome. You have spent your life looking for excitement and, depending on your friends to protect you. Just ahead of you there is a tunnel. This tunnel is your only escape. You have twenty minutes to get to the other side before it closes and you'll be forever trapped in your coffin. Live or die. Make your choice."

The recording ended. Alice felt herself losing control-losing herself. She began screaming and banging against the tight walls. She kicked and tried to break her barriers. Frantically she struggled, but finally came to the conclusion that it was useless. Alice inhaled deeply. Her nerves were beginning to calm down from tiredness mostly.

She forced her body to squirm onto its side. Then with mild effort she forced herself to lie on her stomach. The enclosure seemed to be getting smaller, more confining. Alice still heard the sound of falling glass ahead of her. She began crawling forward still shaking horribly. She strained to get her brain to function properly. The only thing she believed was that she was not going to die here; this was not going to become her tomb.

She finally made it to the entrance of the tunnel. Her mouth stood agape and her eyes were wide with shock. She stared at the trap ahead of her. A faint smell of metal and decay filled her nostrils. She noticed that the floor of the tunnel was covered with pieces of broken glass. She tightened a fist and decided she was going to force herself forward. She couldn't give up now. She was about to crawl forward but stopped instantly as glass fell from the roof of the tunnel. It came down as a sheet and shattered on the tunnel's ground.

Alice closed her eyes and forced herself to steady her breathing. She stared into the endless stretch of tunnel that lay ahead of her. Darkness filled the tunnel's depths so she couldn't see the end clearly. Alice closed her eyes and forced them open again. She stared at the tunnel and studied it.

Another sheet of glass fell from the ceiling. Shortly after it fell another followed behind it and another followed that one. They were following a synchronized time frame. She felt her throat tighten. Alice knew how she was going to have to get crawl to get through the tunnel alive.

She just had to wait for the perfect moment. She forced her focus on the tunnel. If she kept her focus then she just might make it out alive. Alice inched closer towards the entrance. A few pieces of glass cut into her palms. It stung but she was able to ignore the pain for now. She waited, waited, and waited; the first glass, in the series, fell from the roof of the tunnel, now!

She forced herself through the tunnel and began crawling through. The broken glass cluttered the ground and cut deeply into her skin. She swiftly crawled forward. The thought 'she had to make it' repeated in her mind. It became her mantra. She was not going to die here. She bit her bottom lip to keep herself from screaming. She made herself forget the pain.

She saw something just ahead of her. The sound of glass beginning to fall was behind her. She forced her body to move faster. It was a light-her exit out of this terrifying tunnel. She was going to make it. The light continued to grow. The falling glass was getting closer towards her. She was just a foot or less from the exit.

She came towards her exit. She grasped onto the side of tunnel and pushed herself out. She fell hard onto a solid floor. She heard something slam shut behind her. She turned herself around and saw that it was a metal covering. It latched itself over the exit of the tunnel as if it were a guard. The last sheet of glass fell behind it.

She sat motionless trying to catch her breath. She allowed her body to finally collapse onto the ground so that now she was lying on her back. Her body was covered with tiny cuts. Alice lifted her palms and stared at them. They were full of cuts and even had small pieces of glass embedded in the skin.

"Thank god," she muttered to herself. She was relieved to have made it through alive.

She finally lifted herself up from the floor. She sat up and forced her legs to stand. Alice glanced at the room she was now in happy to be out of the minuscule space. She saw a tape recorder with a bronze key resting atop of it. She reluctantly walked over towards it.

She lifted the second tape recorder off the floor. She placed the key in her pocket unsure of what to do with it. She felt her Nano Ipod resting in her pocket. She sighed and pulled it out. She had recently

purchased it with her newly acquired money, among other things. She glanced down at the recorder in her hand. Alice didn't know if it was safe to push play or not.

"Fine," she muttered and pushed the play button.

"You have made it through the tunnel, congratulations Alice." The tone never changed, it was still deep and terrifying. "There are five keys placed throughout the place that you will have to find. You have the first one. In order to find each key you will have to lose a little of yourself. This is the only way you can be reborn. You are currently in a room; do not try to use the key to open the door. I'll be in touch."

The recording stopped. She stared down at the black recorder. She let the recorder drop onto the floor. She at last came to the conclusion that this was not a joke, a dream, or a delusion. She had been chosen by someone to either be killed or to kill. This wasn't the first time it had happened to her.

She glanced around the room. She crossed her arms unsure of herself. She walked towards the door, unfolded her arms, and turned the knob. The door was locked, as she had assumed it would be. Alice walked back to the center of the room and lowered herself onto the floor and sat down. She crossed her legs and stared at the door ahead of her. She knew not to use the key to open it. She knew that in order to survive she would have to follow the rules as precisely as she could.

"Why?" Was all she could ask. "Why?"