A/N: Okay, Chapter 2!!! Much better than the previous, in my opinion. But whatever. On with the disclaimer.

Disclaimer: As much as I would love to claim, I can't, due to federal law. And James Patterson.


She blinked. White. Normal.

She sat up. White. Normal.

She looked around. Shiny. NOT NORMAL!

She dashed over to the mirror and looked at what she saw: herself. She touched the mirror, as if trying to climb through. Then she fingered the dark hair hanging in her face. Her reflection did the same. She looked at her eyes. The light grey orbs reflected the room. She touched them, first her right eye, then her left. Then she drew back her fist and slammed it into the mirror. It shattered and the pieces fell to the floor, where she knelt, cradling her bloody hand. The pale, fragile skin had been ripped apart in the one simple act of breaking a mirror.

She bent her head and licked up the blood, surprised at the new taste. She explored where the blood had come from, by picking up one of the palm-sized pieces of shattered mirror and dragging it down the underside of her arm. Blood poured out and the world turned grey.

She blinked. Grey. Not normal.

She blinked. Black.

She slept.

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White! Wonderful, wonderful white! But, wait… shiny! It was still in her hand! The piece of the shiny!

She was about to fling it across the room when the noticed something reflected in the mirror. Her eye.

She kept the mirror.

Time passed. She didn't know how long, nor did she care. It was always like this: time passing in the white room. It was normal. Normal was good.

Normal wasn't there anymore! Something was happening! Something bad! Make it end! Stop!

She threw her hands over her ears and cowered in a corner until she realized that it had a rhythm. It had a beat. It was music.

She stood up. She swayed. She heard.

There were words. Words she wasn't sure she understood. Words she was afraid of and yet-

They had to be hers. She needed them. If she didn't have them she would… she would… keep on living as she had. Horrible! Horrible normality!

She danced. No, she danced!

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"Dr. ter Borcht, you have to see this!"

Fang looked up from the computer they had let him find a song on. Timid Whitecoat was beckoning the Terminator over to a monitor. Fang decided it was nothing important and went back to browsing iTunes.

"Oh, wow!" Fang looked up again. Timid Whitecoat was marveling over the monitor. Fang got up to take a look. The experiment… was dancing. And… she was dancing! Drama Queen (and the whitecoats referred to her) was dancing to Breaking Benjamin! That stuff was like, undanceable!

Oh, well. Fang turned back to the computer. Not his problem.

"What's happening?" Iggy asked.

"Drama Queen's dancing."

"To Breaking Benjamin? I thought that stuff was like, undancealble!"

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NO! The normality had returned! But, wait! She found the mirror and drew it close. Then she noticed the scars on her arm. All that stuff really happened! It really happened! She had something to hold onto now, a whole new set of questions that waited to be answered.

She sat there, her back against the nearest wall, pondering what had happened the day before. There had been music… and dancing…

She tensed suddenly. Something was coming. Something else…

It was black. It was not normal. She loved the sight of it. It slithered forward to her on its belly, its triangular head pointed directly at her. A pink, forked tongue tasted the air, and then the snake hissed.

She recalled the words from the previous day… something about crowed streets…

She sang. She sang and the snake writhed in pain before her. She sang the meaningless words and watched the deaf snake squirm in fear of her voice, which filled the whole room. She crawled towards the snake and held out her arm, singing all the time. Then she paused, and the snake lunged forward and bit her arm.

She laughed. It was a high, mad laughter that reverberated off of the white walls of her world. And then her world disappeared.

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Whitecoats rushed in to save Drama Queen from death without her knowing it. Fang looked on a they quickly operated on her.

"Um, hello! Still here!" Iggy said to Fang.

"She let the snake bite her," he tersely replied.

"And?"

"They're working on her."

"And?"

Fang stayed silent. The doctors placed an I.V. in her, just like they did every time she fainted from lack of food.

"And?" Iggy was becoming impatient.

Who knows if she'll make it out alive?

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She woke up to the same room she left. Boring. But on her arm, there was another scar. Four dots marked where the snake had bitten her. For the first time in her life, she wondered what would happen today. In time, she was granted that knowledge. From the same dark corner that the snake appeared, a liquid began creeping along the ground. Blood. She recognized it. She ran forward to it and touched it, watching as a drop rolled from her fingertip down her hand and down her arm. She smiled. She cupped her hands and filled them with blood. She drank deeply, loving the fact that she could taste it.

She turned around, and saw that the blood had covered the floor in the little time that she had her back turned. No matter, more blood for her to have! She knelt down and filled her hands with it again.

Something touched her ankles. The blood. It had reached ankle height. She lifted her foot and examined it. It was covered in blood. The blood was rising rapidly. It occurred to her that she should probably be scared, but her joy and curiosity blocked out any fear that happened to enter her mind. It was knee high. She stared. It was beautiful. Thigh high.

Suddenly she wondered whose blood it was. It couldn't have been hers; she had fallen asleep when a little bit had leaked out. Did that mean there were other people like her?

Waist high. Surely the snake had proved that… no, it only proved that that snake had existed.

The blood was quickly reaching her shoulders, and the fear entered her mind once more. She paid no heed, and put her head under the surface to drink some more. When she came back up, her eyes stung because she hadn't closed them, and made a mental note not to do that next time. But now the blood had reached her neck, and was climbing to her chin.

Should she be scared? Should she be afraid? No, it was blood. Blood was good. She put her head under again and drank some more.

When she stood up again she had to jump to get air. Air. It was separated from the blood. How strange. Her body felt increasingly light, like she could fly, so she jumped again. This time she managed to keep her chin above the blood by moving her arms a certain way. It was fun.

The ceiling. Oh, no. If it touched her head she wouldn't be able to climb any more. The blood, once her friend, had now turned dangerous. Panicking, she forgot to move her arms, and she sunk. Down, down, down.

She drank some more before blacking out.

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"You may go back to your cages now," Timid Whitecoat dismissed them, like he did at the end of every day, "But in the morning we will test how she reacts to you two."

Dread filled Fang. She destroyed a mirror, danced to Breaking Benjamin, and she drank blood! What was she going to do to them?


A/N: And here is the end of Ch. 2! Yay! Review, otherwise I won't get better and I shall force you to read bad fanfics!!!

Muahahahahahaha!!! And if you reveiw you get a box of Rice Krispies!

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