so heres Chapter 2 of the story, which I had to write twice since I accidentally deleted the first draft. It's kinda violent which surprised me as I was writing but it seems to work for the story. Not much else to say really, tell me what you think.

The Devil Wears White

The boy and an older man were trying to strap her down to a metal table. Lo fought them for all she was worth but it did her little good. They were stronger than they looked. She screamed and bucked, turned and fought, but still they managed to strap her down. Lo turned to the boy that shared a face with the creature she had seen outside and gave him pleading eyes.

"Why are you doing this," She begged, "I've never done anything to you."

He grabbed her by the face in a rough grip, bringing his eyes down to level with hers.

"Oh, Shortimer but you have. You and all your kind!" His voice was bitter and his eyes were full of righteous anger.

"It is my right and my privilege."

He released her and walked away as the older man came back. He was carrying a tray that was covered with a white cloth. A devil wearing white; She thought to herself, had she been in any other situation she might have laughed.

"Please let me go," She asked as he laid the tray down on an old, rusty cart. He smiled at her serenely and adjusted his glasses.

"Don't worry my dear," he said with an odd accent, "I will soon take all the pain away."

He pulled the cloth off the tray to reveal an array of sharp and nasty looking tools. He pulled a long needle off the tray and jabbed it into her arm. Lo hissed in pain and suddenly found herself unable to move. The doctor turned back to his tray for another tool and Lo began to scream.

Paul Morlock stood back and watched as Dr. Gottreich did what he did best. Normally, he would have tried to help but today he wasn't much in the mood. He pulled up a chair and sat in it, watching as Lola Mercedes Dannin paid the toll. According to the doctors she had come in on a random hit and run, but that was only part of her injuries. Not that he cared how she got here. No one in the living world would miss her. Another 16 year old orphan from Shawn Acres, just another drop of water in the river. Fresh meat for the doctor and a new plaything for him, who says Christmas only comes once a year?

Still, this session was doing nothing for him. Usually it was like a spectators sport but not today. In fact, he felt almost uncomfortable. He let the doctor play for a while,listened to the girl scream and grew bored. Maybe if he had his own turn with her it would lighten that boredom a bit. He went over to the table as Gottreich was pulling out a rusty looking scalpel and laid a hand on the mans shoulder.

"Dr. Gottreich, aren't you forgetting something." He asked with an evil smirk. "It's time for Joan's 'appointment'."

Joan was one of his favorite test subjects and had been a resident of the old kingdom since the 70's. She was quite mad and the doctor hoped to test the limits of that madness. He smiled down at Lo as if he hadn't just finished torturing her and picked up his tray.

"We'll pick this up later my dear," He said kindly and walked through the double doors.

Paul watched him go then turned and planted his arms on either side of the paralyzed girl, looking into her face. She looked back at him defiantly and he realized that she was actually very pretty. All long dark hair, high cheek bones, and brown eyes. The eyes were the part that drew you in and he saw fire in those eyes. Oh she was angry now, if he looked hard enough he could almost make out lightening flashing behind her irises. He dragged her from the table and worked her over for that small bit of defiance. It was easy since she could barely move. Lo didn't scream once, not once as he knocked her around. She had screamed for the doctor but not for him, An act that infuriated him. He tossed her to the ground and ran his fingers through his hair in frustration.

From her place on the floor, Lo began to laugh. It had a nice rich sound that, at that moment, he couldn't stand. He picked her up by her hair and made her look at him. He had avoided marring her face for reasons he couldn't explain. He had been ready more than once to knock her a good one but every time he got close he couldn't do it.

"What the hell are you laughing at," He demanded, pulling on her hair. She just laughed harder.

"If this is hell then it is horribly underrated." She told him, then her face changed and she brought a hand up and placed it on his cheek.

"You have...such beautiful eyes," She told him with the strangest look in her eyes. He backhanded her hard to get her away from him and she fell to the floor in a heap where she lay unmoving. He stood above her with his chest heaving and felt vaguely sick. What had she just done to him. God help him but he felt...He didn't even know.

"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU," He screamed at her prone form. Of course she didn't answer.

Paul gulped loudly and shook his head. He needed to get out of here and away from her. Get away from whatever it was she just did. Still, he couldn't leave her lying in the pain room either, she might escape. He heaved her over one shoulder and carried her like a sack of potatoes into the patient room. He strapped her down to a moldy bed and made the bounds extra tight for good measure. Then he got as far away from her has he could.

"Poor Lo," A little girls voice pulled Lo out of the darkness. "Can't we help her Antibus?"

'"Not yet Mary," A familiar voice replied. "She still has a part to play."

"But they hurt her, it isn't fair."

Lo opened her eyes slowly and painfully, blinking to bring things into view. A young girl blinked back at her from the bed side. She wore a tattered dress and a bell was hanging from her neck. By her side was the Anteater that Lo had seen earlier.

"Who are you," She asked groggily, her voice sounded harsh to her own ears.

"My name is Mary," The little girl said as she laid a hand on the creatures back. "And this is Antibus"

"I know who he is," She said angrily as she struggled against the straps. She looked at the creature through narrowed eyes.

"Why did you bring me here?" She demanded.

"Because they need you," He said, standing on his hind legs and making himself impossibly tall. He gestures around the room with his head. She looked around at a sea of terrified and vacant faces. A few people milled about talking to themselves, other laid in beds and stared into space.

"How can I get them out of here when I can't even help myself?"

"I never said you needed to help them escape, they can do that themselves. You need to call them back?"

The creature returned to all fours and he and the girl turned to leave.

"Wait, I don't understand. How do I do that?" She cried "Do what you do best." Then he was gone and she was alone.

Do what she did best? What did that mean? The only thing she ever did well was sing and how would that help. Before all this she was supposed to be in a musical, Her favorite musical actually. The company was going to take her away if she did well. Away from Maine and Shawn Acres, give her a new life. She looked at the faces of those around her and sighed. What good could she do them? Still it was worth a shot, at least it wouldn't hurt them worse. She hoped this all turned out to be a very bad dream. Feeling more than a little foolish, she opened her mouth and began to sing.