A/N: YAY! Third Chapter! Do I rock or what? XD Anyway...here's the third chapter. I'll see what I can do about updates...School is insession, and the teachers are giving me shit load of homework and projects. Oh yeah, plus Drivers Ed...which actually somehow got me started on this...I'm still confused on HOW...lol.

Enjoy!

"You dirty little bitch!" The doctor yelled taking a few steps back holding his burned hand. I "accidentally" made his hand into flames. Not my fault. I swear. It's not my fault that the ankle bracelet only shocks me and doesn't hide my fire power. "Jean! Put the collar on this cunt!"

This tough, French mustache guy came around the corner with a thin black choker. He actually looked funny with the mustache on his face. I crawled against the the wall, under the man's torture room window. This Jean person knelt down, and looked directly in my scared eyes. Without hesitation he snapped the collar on.

Within seconds pain, more pain than the ankle bracelet had given me, went through my body. I screamed in horror. Some of the nurses eyes widened, of how loud my screams were. The pain wouldn't go away. The doctor kept on shocking me, every time, felt like the shock was going higher, as it went higher I thought I was going to die. Honestly, even though I hate this place, I rather live... Odd isn't?

Though, his voice stopped my pain. "Stop it you bastard! Leave her alone!"

The doctor, spun around to the man's torture room. He looked at the number on the wall. "Ah...Subject_" The doctor smiled. "Why don't you mind your own business...You see Ms. Kent here, burned my hand so she deserves to be punished," Didn't he just say "Mind your own business"? And he's telling him what I had done? Wow... "You don't want to be in the same position as she is...do you?"

"Well, honestly...if you ask me. You fucking deserved it." Even though I couldn't really see, I think the man smiled, because the doctor only got really aggravated if a person sad something with an evil grin. You learn things for being here so long. Yet I don't learn how to behave.

"Give him an anklet and a God damn collar..." the doctor mumbled. He looked at me. "Take here to Katakutan..." For those who don't know Tagalog, katakutan means fear...so the doctor he's taking me to the fear room...Yay... Hey who said you don't learn anything reading this.

"And when your done, take Subject eighty-seven, four, ninety two, to the same room. So they can get to know each other..." The doctor stalked off down the hallway, leaving nurses, tough men, and some other doctors around in the hallway gawking. Jean, the funny, French man grabbed my wrists, and literally dragged me on the moldy tiles. Two tough men had to knock out the guy so they could take him to Katakutan "peacefully".

The Katakutan place was very, very dark...and wet. Jean dragged me to the center of the room, while nurses fooled around with the lights. Jean lifted me up and chained me once again. Jose, I think the name was, brought the unconscious man to the set of chains next to me. His body was limp with the chains. He looked more bloody and a lot more bruised than I ever was.

"Doctor Mundus, will see you shortly..." said one of the nurses, before leaving. Jean and Jose walked towards the glass window (that showed the control room, or observers room), and folded their arms, and held an angry glance.

It took forever for Dr. Mundus to get his lazy ass in here, so while I was waiting (I still had a unconcsious man next to me), I attempted to have a conversation with Jean or Jose. Which failed, because I don't speak French or Italian... Then I begin to hum, which ended shortly, because I got bitch slapped and shocked from Jean and Jose. Luckily the man finally awoke.

"Where the hell am I?" He said, getting the feel of the chains.

"The Katakutan room..." I said like it was just a regular thing...which it was...sorta.

"The what?"

"...The Fear Room..." I said looking at him. His eyes were lightning blue and I couldn't look away from it.

"That's a lovely name, for a dark cold, wet place." He said coughing a laugh. "Dante."

"Hmm?"

"My name's Dante...and for a pretty girl like you, you should have a pretty name. So what is it?"

I turned away and blushed. "Cammie...My name's Cammie."

I forced myself to look at him, hopping that I wasn't blushing like a freaking red tomato.

"That is a pretty name," God, is it possible for two people in a God damn mental hospital to be flirting? And he's doing it so fucking well...Me? I suck, probably because of the fact that I grew up here and not dating like normal teenagers. And by God...did I ever mention, for a bruised up, bloody guy, Dante is hot? Well, if I didn't...I just did.

He was about to say something, but a tall man with black spiky hair came bargaining in dramatically. If you didn't catch him...that's Dr. Mundus. One of the three fucking doctors that run this fucking hell whole. And out of the three, he was the worst. He was death...

A/N: Crappy ending? I was going to add more...but then the title of the chapter was like some guy has to represent death...so there. REVIEW! Me likes REVIEWS! when I get updates from fanfiction, I get all happy inside! :D