Chapter 1
Soon after she'd heard the voice, the music had stopped. Taking a deep breath, Catilin made her way back towards her hospital issue bed and sat down. She didn't like being threatened by things she couldn't see, it just wasn't right.
'There's nothing for me here,' she pressed her lips together as she repeated the bodiless words, 'what does that mean exactly?'
Her mind began to race with thoughts about how maybe someone knew she wasn't supposed to be here. That she wasn't insane. That all this was a mistake and they'd come to rescue her from this place and… Before she could finish her train of thoughts, there was a knock at her door. Without waiting for a reply, the door opened, revealing Nurse Guillyham in the half light of the hallway.
'Y'doctor wants to see youse right away lassie,' her face was serious and almost grave. 'It's not customary for the doctors to call a patient so late in the day, but youse has been summoned and I must take youse to him.'
'Okay,' she got to her feet, excited at the thought SK might tell her she was free to leave now.
At pace the Nurse led her down along the corridors, to the room Catilin had first encountered SK in. Once led inside the Nurse left leaving Catilin patiently staring up towards her doctor and waiting.
'I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you,' his voice was slow and strangely amused, 'but you're not going to be able to leave here soon after all.'
'Why not? What's happened?'
'What's happened is that you're not recovering fast enough,' he still hadn't turned round to face her which left Catilin feeling cold. 'I'm afraid we can't let an unstable patient go.'
'But SK…?'
'My names not SK,' finally the chair turned to reveal the Teen, 'it's Doctor D'Seat.'
'No,' Catilin slowly back away, 'it can't be you, it just can't.'
She turned and ran towards the door, but for some reason the door kept moving further and further away from her.
'No,' she half screamed, coming to an abrupt stop.
As she did, the door zoomed in towards her. Grabbing at the handle, she frantically began trying to open it, but it wouldn't budge.
'What's the matter Jenna,' the Teen taunted, 'you're not trying to turn me into the bad guy again, are you?'
'You will always be the bad guy,' she screamed back at him, finally able to fling the door open and escape.
Rapidly she fled down the corridors, which were eerily quiet now and even more eerily lit. From behind her she heard the Teen's heavy laughter cut through the air. It made her feel sick and every step she took pounded inside her skull like a backwards heartbeat.
'You can't run from me Jenna,' suddenly the Teen appeared in the corridor ahead of her, 'I'm only trying to help you.'
'Get away from me, you monster,' somehow she managed to skid herself round and run the other way.
She didn't get very far, however, when she found him blocking her path again.
'Tut, tut, tut,' the Teen taunted, 'such poor behaviour from you. It looks like I was right in my decision to keep you here.'
'No you're not, you're not right, you're a monster,' she tried to dart away from him again, but he managed to catch hold of her arm.
'I'm not a monster Jenna,' he mocked, 'that's all in your head. Now,' he pulled out a filled syringe, 'let me give you something to help you sleep. I'm sure you'll feel better about all this in the morning.'
'Get off me,' desperately she tried pulling her arm away from him, 'you're not giving me anything.'
'Oh come now Jenna, you'll feel differently after a good nights sleep.'
'No,' somehow she managed to pull away from him, before turning and running in the opposite direction.
There was no way in hell she was going to let him catch up with her. Not this time. Unfortunately the building she was in had other plans, as she kept running into dead ends. She felt trapped, more than trapped.
'What's going on,' her voice broke with despair, 'what's happening?'
'I'll tell you what's happening,' the Teen suddenly appeared behind her, holding her tightly by the shoulders. 'I'm going to give you a sedative and you're going to sleep.'
Out of nowhere the Teen appeared to develop extra arms.
'No, no!' Catilin screamed, as he jabbed the needle into her arm. 'No!'
'Drake wake up,' Taylor's concerned voice sounded from above him.
Blearily he blinked his eyes open to see his lover staring down at him.
'What's wrong,' he frowned, only half aware of the fact he'd fallen asleep.
'You were screaming,' Kaiba's voice sounded from nearby, 'it woke everyone up.'
'Or would have if we were asleep,' Tristan shot a strange look towards Kaiba.
'Screaming,' Drake frowned, 'I wasn't screaming.'
'Yes you were,' Taylor sighed heavily.
'Yes you were,' Tristan repeated, as though he'd not heard Taylor say it half a moment before. 'Were you having a nightmare or something?'
'I don't know,' his frown deepened, 'I don't even remember going to sleep.'
'You feel asleep whilst we were watching a movie,' Taylor began chewing on his lower lip.
'You feel asleep whilst watching that movie with Tay,' Kaiba repeated, making Drake wonder if that was some kind of habit in their household, 'Tristan carried you up to bed.'
'How long was I asleep for?'
'A few hours.'
'Well I don't remember dreaming about anything,' Drake rubbed the sleep from his face, 'so I guess it couldn't have been that bad.'
'I sounded it,' Taylor's voice filled with worry as he spoke. 'It sounded terrible.'
'I'm sorry if I worried you,' Drake turned his attention fully towards him, gently stroking some of the hair back from his eyes as he did, 'I didn't mean to.'
'I know,' Taylor gently kissed his forehead, 'you can't help having nightmares.'
'I'm sorry I woke you,' he flicked his gaze back towards Kaiba and Tristan, 'you can go back to bed now.'
'Right,' Tristan nodded strangely, before turning round and leaving the room.
For a few moments Kaiba hesitated in the doorway, his unfocused gaze aimed in Drake's direction and a serious look pulled across his face.
'I know you can't help having nightmares Drake, but try not have another one tonight,' his voice was mute, 'we're already having enough trouble keeping Damon calm; we don't need you adding to his worry.'
'I'm sorry.'
'I know. Goodnight.'
